“wheels under your skin”

Faces blind colorless

Running through the basement knocking between voice to voice

Witness the pattern

Monitoring the day in and out

Step into the detection scripts

Carry vices on their broken backs

Catalyst igniting the wheels under your skin

Tires burning to witness and withstand

Breaking free from time itself

The flames ingulf substance ahead

A dream faster and faster

Search for survival on the stands

Collapse bridges numbing confusion 

“Dropping the floors”

Dropping the floors but don’t break free

A chemical mountain to fight the battle of faith

Drive by the skies to distance the observation lanes kicking out procession

Hope building faster than regret

Dominos break in their minds like surprise predetermination

Chaos suppress the screens flat occupancy 

Incoherent existence pushing past three days 

In a room obscured by blinding light

Climb the ladders pushing us apart

Colors in an emotional rollercoaster

Truth decaying patterns shaking the mirror

Wait to be quick

Wait don’t waste away

Conversations stuck behind cathedral walls

Stay to chain regret

Waking up the buildings breaking down the sky

It’s not too late to stay another day

Amplify these words stuck in regressive battle lanes

Don’t Harsh my Mellow II

walking down the street to find my way through the damaged halls

look up at the sky to find a million colors standing in the sky

to remember why we trespass on top of the emotional divide

like acrobats spinning across wires in their minds

breaking all the words in their heads like texturized emotion

on top of the lighthouse matching illusion with the seas of aqua waves building higher and higher

open up all the values of transcending collapse

bursting with emotion on top of the mirrors edge

like a razor running across the seascape

walking across the waves like fences broken like crystalized glass amplified by secrets driven past a witness in the boathouse

illusions building deeper and deeper

lost as sea behind a shipwrecked skyline

A way out above the sky

above the stars in your mind

ships that sail across the ocean illuminating everlasting emotions in your memorized visions like trespass

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encrypted memories

faceless against the illuminated ocean mirrors

footprints burn away damaged voices lost behind broken bridges of our past like inscriptions witnessed under motorcade beyond cathedral skies

finding aging film lost behind secured rooms decoded like time-lapsed encrypted memories

every transparent wire bending by bursting matches striked by Parallax

prescriptions written by bursting wheels calculating divisional inspiration through unheard amplified lenses

jumping through trampolines generating blue and green visions forecasting a secret storm

emotions transpired through the rising tides like fingerprinted distances blinding my tomorrow

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watering the sky

I can hear the burning memories through the window

all the days pacing through your heart

when they start to step outside to realize

the sun starts to amplify

when the wind starts to damage the illumination

all the pressure building in your wings

All this desire pushing you higher

When the sky was blue and our dreams were high

a crack in the introspection

when dreams perspire in the distant without contrast

when memories walk through an echoing sky breaking a million mirrors

digging for lost damage in their lenses

breaking buildings behind their mind

create the forecast of comprehension to silence the pain

they fly across the painted ocean with flashlights in their hands

ride through the spinning Ferris wheels without emotional restrictions

breaking all the filters to grow across a dream

fishing through the silver skies

don’t capsize this ability

words won’t come out from their mouth

mirrors bending in the rain

when we can’t control this world on our own

burning the past away

“conquering every dream under escaping collapse”

trapped beyond recognized collapsing rain

the stillness of encryption written in lost magazines

damaged colors in the rain scream from the illuminated screens in your eyes

saving souls with medicated half-lives against written frequencies

withstand the silence when people fall through processed skies

the turmoil burning through your face breaks a million faults of image

a charade of instinct breaking aging keys to heaven

whispers burning against amplified skin

a sense of distracted damage on the streets of ultraviolet streets without a collapsed mirror reflection

break through unheard risks of observed protested manipulations

kneeling against saving angels falling from broken photographs

conversations controlled by television screens

withdrawing from a trauma digging under chloroformed visions captured by a telescopic hue

a lost impact behind the aged paradise

windows that control the future of mankind

cars falling from tomorrow to withstand your beauty

unlocking possibilities without a hue we can understand

a gift they clench from the sky to keep away strangers from the future

to crash a discipled ghost lost in their minds

angels unheard under a hidden eye they watch from stormy eloquences

stumbling colors that find their way across lakes written behind comprehension

reflections unstable to detailed paintings in your eyes… can’t catch the spinning mirrors of time

cathedral walls design a future burning from a lost liberty

voices that crack against controlled relapses aging escape

destroying futility with thoughts from recreated skies

victims conquer amnesty written against absolved paper shaded through value without definition

comprehending times of instability conquering every dream come true

New Closing Cell Song: “Half – Blind (Running Through Aged Film) A Forgiven Ghost Mix”

Transversal Mistakes

obsession cutting me deep

flip through the pages

ink stains my arms like transversal mistakes

glance through the rearview shutter shake

films scattered across broken memory

desire fueling futility

march like machinery to the distant heartbeat

sunshine realizes its own forecast

drench my feet through submarines

falling to reach your hand

memories submerge counting inside my head

colors behind their madness shake through

dreams manipulated before realization

check the forecast bleeding my insides

repetition strikes too late to understand