Friday, October 12, 2012

lemarchand's box

Love's my ancient puzzle box, an endless pain with hopes of ecstasy
Light bulbs never talk, they just shine light so we can see
We're an endless dial tone, waiting for a familiar voice to say hello
We're just skin and hollow bone, waiting to grow wings and fly home
If the inclusion of you is my torment, what I foreseen to be the death of me
Why do I let the good times play on loop and make me feel more empty
No one ever said this game was fair, right now I understand your Gods silence
If you have nothing nice to say just walk away and quickly drop those eyelids

I'm waiting on something more than a warning
I'm waiting on something more than a light to flash
Tell me we're safe
I'm done waiting... we're not safe

It's hard to close a door when you only see it as a bridge
The hinges worn from swinging back and forth, mother natures revenge
You make a better window, I make a better floor
You have something worth looking into, I just lie cause I'm bored
My love flickers back and forth, like white noise on a TV screen
A missing Link with missing hearts, in search of an aspiring Hyrule queen
We play adult games like confused kids, toys forgotten under the beds
Endlessly in search of what we've lost, that which we should have left buried and dead

I'm waiting on something more than a warning
I'm waiting on something more than a light to flash
Tell me we're safe
I'm done waiting... we're not safe

I present to you a murder mystery, a game of clue with living pawns
Let's fall deep into our crime, forget which side the lines are drawn
So much attraction to the distraction, a prince in lust with the black swan
Anything to blind the eyes to the red we apply to all we lay our hands upon
But as the sweat breaks, the mirror warps and shows the monsters we've become
A twisted version of our former selves, bleached of happiness and love
All this because of what I can't seem to let be forgotten, memories are just cancerous tumors we feed
It's the act of watering that keeps the pain alive, like a puzzle box that hides the suffering we seek

I'm waiting on something more than a warning
I'm waiting on something more than a light to flash
Tell me we're safe
I'm done waiting... we're not safe

Thursday, October 11, 2012

the masks we wear

In a matter of time travel this distance won't mean a thing
As these arms I hold crippled by my side revert and reach within
These days a hello is hard to welcome, still practicing my goodbyes
Pushing the knife I stabbed in my own back clean through by and by

We all have masks we wear, some of us in our unconscious mind
These masks we wear won't mean a thing, when the eyes behind are blind

We're a planned bastard child, another franchise to keep the legend alive
But given the out we won't let go, the dream of living the promised life
In the story I fight for you, slay dragons and let loves kiss break slumbers hold
Only to wake and find this hunting dog is maimed, his teeth are only capable of letting go

We all have masks we wear, some of us in our unconscious mind
These masks we wear won't mean a thing, when the eyes behind are blind

No longer sure of my own face, under the plastic skin my flesh feels raw
I've been on stage too long, under lights too bright, my costume feels glued like trees to saws
Fancy threads can only hold so long, now worn and torn, they compliment only time
As my last lines escape my mind, and the curtains close our loves bell chimes

We all have masks we wear, some of us in our unconscious mind
These masks we wear won't mean a thing, when the eyes behind are blind