It is never safe when the white noise is falling
You and I awoke,
To a birds nest, still slightly cold
the anonymous way you started your day
and the mood we are in, make it an anxious scene,
we are joy full, as the weather makes a mess of things
It is never safe in the early day
as the white noise has been falling
you collect your things
it is almost a moment to make an exit for only you and I to see
I carve into silver and glass
my feet swell in the mess of vibrations
I need to warm what has become damp and tainted
I sit in silence as you paint on your beauty mask
we go our separate ways
trying to not become powerless
as the ground takes control
I drive to the land of cows, trucks, and the human entrapment
I am caught between the arches and I consume
I fill up the steel with the electrical devises,
as the giants ignore my presence
we fix the signals and we are off to preform
the music selection is made out to be inadequate
by a man who has lost his soul in the waves of accceptance
we put on the fun
the giants feed...
we feed the doors and stairs with our devices
we meet and greet the innards
the night drags as it creeps up on the hours
I am ready, you all are here
I make some noise with the giants
I really feel at home, but there is no walls
I am alone in the sea of performance
it is done and discarded once again
I watch the ones with a father,
they bring great energy and hope,
the night is drawing to an end she gives me her earnings
she is the only sweetness I could see
alone in the parking lot inhaling the after dinner mint
the saint of all presents tells me to not be scared
he has plans for me, and I agree, I said I will write.
the mode plays in the foreground of the dinner
we sing, talk, and drink
the night fades to where it had once started.
To a birds nest, still slightly cold
the anonymous way you started your day
and the mood we are in, make it an anxious scene,
we are joy full, as the weather makes a mess of things
It is never safe in the early day
as the white noise has been falling
you collect your things
it is almost a moment to make an exit for only you and I to see
I carve into silver and glass
my feet swell in the mess of vibrations
I need to warm what has become damp and tainted
I sit in silence as you paint on your beauty mask
we go our separate ways
trying to not become powerless
as the ground takes control
I drive to the land of cows, trucks, and the human entrapment
I am caught between the arches and I consume
I fill up the steel with the electrical devises,
as the giants ignore my presence
we fix the signals and we are off to preform
the music selection is made out to be inadequate
by a man who has lost his soul in the waves of accceptance
we put on the fun
the giants feed...
we feed the doors and stairs with our devices
we meet and greet the innards
the night drags as it creeps up on the hours
I am ready, you all are here
I make some noise with the giants
I really feel at home, but there is no walls
I am alone in the sea of performance
it is done and discarded once again
I watch the ones with a father,
they bring great energy and hope,
the night is drawing to an end she gives me her earnings
she is the only sweetness I could see
alone in the parking lot inhaling the after dinner mint
the saint of all presents tells me to not be scared
he has plans for me, and I agree, I said I will write.
the mode plays in the foreground of the dinner
we sing, talk, and drink
the night fades to where it had once started.