Friday, November 05, 2004

reformat to end the old and bring the new

shut down the power strip
turn off my pride
is it all about me?
shut me down, hard reset

programs are open
pride speaking through digital mainframe
reset, no need to do this right
if it formats all is ok

it's not about me
my window only reflects myself
i've created a mirror out of my glass box
give me a hammer to break out

my prison is myself
held in by boasting
i’m truly empty inside
puffed up by emotions

surrender these broken shards of glass
to be broken is to live again
if i die, ill breathe again
reborn is better then the sight in these mirrors

powered down, i’m done with myself
reboot me and reformat with anew
breathe a breathe of fresh air
i’m new without the old

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destination home

trees at seventy miles an hour
hundred and thirty three miles to go
eighth of a tank wont get us there
stopping in the bitter cold

fill this empty tank up
my heart will get filled at the destination
stark night at two a.m.
we will get there before dawn

fog on the windows
defrost can't quench the bitter cold
headlights turn to beams in the fog


mile markers fly by
countdown till our destination
one by one we continue to subtract
well be there before we know it

these destination streets are right
we follow these stripes home tonight

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broken treaty

i signed the treaty
yet you wage war
must i fight
or shall i retreat

after the fight
we all called peace
we know it wasn’t right
yet you still wanna fight

after all is said and done
lets sit to talk
every time you always run
maybe we can go for a walk

dear lets not despair
not everything has to be fair
i lock my lips
i'll end it this time

throw your hands in the air
clenched fists gets no where
stand to turn around
lets meet face to face

your anger turns to factions
create your militias
destroy battle grounds
fight the war, the treaty is broken

you bleed hate
i bleed fear
you want away
i want closure

sit to talk
pen in hand
sign the paper
the peace is safer

to run out is broken disaster
we can sign the treaty
friends till the end
we can hug, kiss, and make up

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