Hyperquake.

My inspiration is dying down,
Even on the days of free thanks,
To those who will never care,
My will is for them to perish.

For I am the one and the same,
The one you hate the most,
You wish for my banishment and cause,
Because my hate occupies you.

Rolling Hills.

As we are born blind and then we see,
We get our things without saying 'me',
As we can live and die for the things we know,
We rise from the ashes and run to go,
As we stay still in the night,
We cower in fear at first sight,
As we can hold to our own ends,
We hold out to control what we tend.

3 Yellows.

I sit to watch the world teeter and turn,
Crying red tears as my soul burns,
To fall and trip over everything tonight,
I sit in shame as I saw I lost the fight.

Don't go outside, the trees are aflame,
Stay inside with me, you'll stay sane,
So we can watch the world fold,
So the nuclear winter won't keep us cold.

The Roaring Silence.

It was a silent, silent night,
When I had walked into the place,
It was completely empty with fright,
So there was plenty of space.

I sat down and started to write,
There was no one at the counter,
I came in looking for a fight,
So the silence grew louder.

But it was me, only me to be seen,
I had always been alone,
Nowhere lost, but somewhere in between,
Feeling the sins I had to atone.

I did nothing wrong,
Nor offended anyone,
I just wanted someone to listen to my song,
Because I had not seen the sun.

When I returned home,
I brought out a knife,
My face engraved in stone,
I took my life.

Rights of Passage.

For the feelings we knew,
That never said goodbye to yesterday,
We leave them to die,
We let them lay.

Just because the dawn is over the horizon,
Does not mean we look forward to it,
We struggle in our own paths of misery,
We must find the paths in the ones not lit.

We may be desperate enough to take our own,
But never the strength to let shown,
For we may never know what lies in light,
Our commitments to live for right.

Cowards.

Remember the past,
And the good times within?

The truth, the few,
And those who have sinned?

I see not cowards,
But heroes of the past.

These are my idols,
And forever they last.

Lux Sit.

We are capable of the infinite,
Capable of creating our best desires,
So we go on until we tire.

We take our granted freedom,
To help those that need it,
So we can find the path lit.

The white flowers are raining,
To smile against your care,
We are the heroes that dare.

Our Flag.

We are the children of liberty,
The defenders of our own,
We posses strength in our bones,
To see the future we want.

The path is unclear,
For our ideals we fight,
We fight through the night,
Some call us knights.

We can always struggle and run,
This is our choice,
We all have our voice,
So that we can have joy.

Classical.

Everything I think I know is a lie,
To those who honor the humanities.

I think it's pretty clear we can all see,
We may be down or we may be free.

We can deny all those truths,
You are you and I am me.

Tracer.

We can't answer every question,
We can only live for today,
Make the sacrifices for tomorrow,
Because we shall have no say.

There are no limits to what you find,
Only imagination can restrict,
But there shall be limits to what you mind,
These are lives we did not predict.

Eyes Of Liberation.

Long forgotten verses,
Not ever soft to speak,
This is our prose of fate,
The liberation you seek.

This is the eternal fire,
The spark of rebellion,
Action will not tire,
This is our ecstasy.

Destroy the bounds,
By which you abide,
Seek who you are,
Never live a lie.

Cryptic Core.

This is the expected effect,
I feel the hands on my shoulders,
Urging me to go forward,
Because I have no apparent direction.

I am doing this for ME,
Not for YOU.

I live for ME,
I do not fight for YOU.

Understand that I fight,
I fight for what I die for,
I do not lose sight,
This is my core.