#1
crazy eyes crawl
through the spider webs
and the fingertips
and a shifting smile follows, you,
tracing the path that you have, beaten
to the ground, oh,

timeless water-walking
and talk of the better time
for an end to be this good
it must of taken all of life...

What could It take to
keep dust from our eyes
I could be an object
in your space and time
ill be a project, prophet
of her intergalactic design.

What is money
nothing, worth my time
what is infamy,
can it rule my life?
what is prejudice?
Can I be the wrong, so right
beginning to see the meaning
with helping hands to lend

a thirst for the neck
leads to out of body flavor
quenched with revenge
in taking all of our neighbors
and when your fool
can learn to treat us,
to a silent picture show
how we invite them
the silence in success
when they will know
when the life becomes death.

What could it take
to keep the dust from our eyes
I could be an object, the ringmaster
of the pictures in the sky
ill be a child and the holy sacrifice
ill be the moment, we'll be the only,
ones to ever find...
to ever find....


-TD
#2
heres another one that ive written recently. thanks -TD

There should be a limit
To the number
Of times that you can surrender
The water, on our face
Successfully laid to waste
We’re all in it
Together
But I fail to see the other side
Unimportant, just a number
Behind statistics is where we lie

So count on all your fingers
And pray that it’s the end
Riding on all your figures,
Calculations will leave them dead
So rely on my faith
In your untimely demise
And remember the faces that you’ll see on the other side.

You should have been there to see it
The distance in there eyes
The ignorance you bred,
Left them alone and paralyzed
All the digits that you found
Every second that we have counted for
All of a life wasted
Its happened somewhere before

So count on all your fingers
And pray that it’s the end
Riding on all your figures,
Calculations will leave them dead
So rely on my faith
In your untimely demise
And remember the faces that you’ll see on the other side.
#5
In my opinion, one way a name will come to you, is through your sleep.

For example, I wrote this song about this girl, but then I forgot the lyrics ( I also had lost them ) but then I woke up at like 3 in the morning and said "No Regrets, No Remorse." Just randomly. Thats a pretty good name isnt it? The name has to fit the song perfectly, and it will come to you when your not thinking about what you want the name to be. I spend HOURS trying to come up with a band name. Then one day, my friend and I said "FORTUNE COOKIE MAFIA" and "THE SLOPPY JOES" but we can't decide between the two lol.

IT WILL COME TO YOU