I stood at the edge of a vast ocean and imagined the dissolution of the physical self That moment confirmed just how trivial the concept of identity really was Closed my eyes tight and conjured the moment I dissolved Becoming one with all the molecules as the journey begins again Ascending into the atmosphere I could hear the liberty bells ring out and my heartbeat quickened The atmosphere the beginning of ascent We climb and climb and then we are met With joyous song and long lost love Im afraid that this will quickly pass And that these moments will slip from my grasp But I’m humming along til the rain dances come and we descend again onto the earth and the cycle begins again Cycle is sacred and inescapable Cycle is sacred Cycle is sacrament Taste and know Taste and forget Strange stare strangers stare I’m talking to the sky again Off my meds again But I just want so badly to be free I’m still looking for signs and wonders Still wanting to believe But with the chemicals off balance and a history of detachment from the actuality of existence I just don’t trust these senses I’m still trapped inside this body Shackled to this skin Assembled with the remnants Of a hundred thousand better men The atmosphere the beginning of ascent We climb and climb and then we are met With joyous song and long lost love I haven’t really loved in so long I think ive forgotten what it means But I’m humming along til the rain dances come and we descend again onto the ground Cycle is sacred and inescapable Cycle is sacred Cycle is sacrament Taste and know Taste and forget

Hey you, CANARY YELLOW You are the brightness and the shine Tunnel vision tunnel living Gave my spark to the darkness inside Cut from Maker’s Hem Cut with strong lines in the image of G-d Protected image. In it I am defined Built for heaven I will climb I did my best to play the part Constructed a persona to protect my pink heart So tired of always pretending But there’s no mercy for those falling apart Speak up, CANARY YELLOW The other voices are at it again ‘Chin up, pull yourself together There was a time when men were men’ Beauty adorns your feathers An indicator of your mysticality As you sing the virtues of freedom I worship the strong consistency of captivity Built myself a cage called it masculine Spared from emotion and free from whim I built this cage I am a man I built this cage with my own hands I am a man I am a man In tears I knelt At the location of your ascension Drew a triangle on the ground The symbology of perfection In the distance I heard that sound The sound of machine guns firing Of fighters fighting Of warriors waring Of heroes dying The soothing sound of none surviving So i took the key And I locked myself back in again I know you carry truth that you dare not speak The RIGHT is coming Hide everything you love Hey you, CANARY YELLOW You were the song and the movement When I speak, I spit stutter and slur You took the words right out of my throat Hey there, CANARY YELLOW The light at the end seems fading Where did you go and what am I?

the fanatics were patrolling the Northern Road so i ran all the way home i won’t be so young again from now on i will never be young again ive been thinking about what you said “to be young is to believe and to believe is to pretend if you find hope you’ll lose it down here theres no way to redeem yourself down here” i cant be all things to all men i cant be that person again i cant be all things to all men i forgot where i started but i know where ill end dig a hole in the ground and when you hit rockbottom dig on dig on down ive been scratching it out with the local whores just like jesus did ill collect your taxes like your preacher did i find myself head against the wall again while detaching from the religions of man returning to the primal Christic form i won’t be pharisaical no more i remember that time in florida so well went looking for the spirit i remember standing still while all the other people fell… i was so young back then i was soooo young back then i was so young back then not a wrinkle on my Pentecostal skin …josh bowed in ecstacy for all the world to see he didnt stop for 15 days the lord works in mysterious ways i won’t be so young again i won’t be soooo young i cant be young again at least not in this same old skin i was an idea in the mind of a god placed in a cocoon that time destroyed i was fabric cut from the hem tattered and waiting to be again i was standing where i should have fell i was standing where i should have fell they knew that i was bound for the fire im passing into something different im losing weight but gaining sight im slipping out of this shell Out of the confines of the confines of this shell Ive found that there’s so much more so I lay this old husk down in hopes of becoming more i dissolve my very being in hopes of becoming something useful something useful something of service to the Lord i woke up in the dirt next to calvins grave not knowing how long i had been sleeping i quickly ran my hands along the shape of my face and found the vessel had remained the same but what it contained had seemingly been completely changed and i no longer felt the lick of damnations flames i know i will one day walk that Northern Way ill be the same light just rearranged ill be the same light i cant be all things to all men i cant be all things to all men i cant be all things to all men i cant be all things to all men i cant be all things to all men i wont be that person again i cant be all things to all men i wont try to be anything again and you can find me there in the court of ghosts with fiery tongues and sackcloth clothes and ill gather in that forever song look for me and you’ll find nothing

“you’re so special and we love you” Hey, why does it seem that the peddlers of peace Feel the need to carry such heavy artillery? Hey, Did you hear your king beckon to you from on high Like a lightning strike giving life “Stand back and stand bye” Hey, All dressed up Proud hero pretend Amped up on revelations And ushering the end “bring forth the red heifer Behold a miracle of modernity” Affluent businessmen fulfill the prophecy Rebuild the temple and Ready the sacrifice Whether by science or the hands of god Come armageddon, no matter the $$$ A new telling of the vagrant messiah of Galilee Stripped of context and empathy Wrapped in a fabric print of ol’ glory Hes armed to the teeth in defense of wealth and Lady Liberty They gathered in mass outside the grand cathedral to lift up the holy name and dispute the claim Demanding the turncoats inside to take a stand Lest the thieves steal away the land “All hail the great winner” They chant and circle fervently Trapped in orbit around the pull of His conceit Transfixed in awe and wonder of his total supremacy He is the everything To the unwashed mass, He proclaims “I know you are hurting. I know your pain” Convinced that He understands just how they feel while wasting away on minimum wage and microwave meals “yeah, I know your pain” We will walk together Just await my sign You’ve put in the effort The hours of time You’ve unlocked secrets This knowledge, divine And now your mission is To ensure these are the end times.