God bless the American Dream,
How we can devour and hate
where we are bred to manipulate and destroy
God Bless the American Dream,
Where do we keep love?
In the dollar bill?
Is it hidden in Philadelphia?
or in the Chinatown in every major city?
What will become of our chosen colonies?
If this is our chosen path, should we lead it?
or be left to rot, slowly with our Dreams
that when we wake up will never make any sense.

Lymbyc Systym @ The Middle East


April 4th, 2010
 Photos by me!

panic

There is a panic in my everyday life
There is disgust in my views
I am hurtful
I am weak
its a disgusting place i'm from.
you don't want to hear about it

they say

They say the worst is over....
but whoever says that must be a fool
the worst stays for as long as its given the chance
The worst replays the favorite songs we used to sing
The worst is the headaches in the middle of the day
The worst is waking up to yourself and your red sheets
The worst.... well. it will follow you to your grave
its the best that truly matters

as difficult as this may sound
the sound of the snow falling on your face is the most beautiful noise i have ever heard
as difficult as this may sound
the sound of your liver failing was the hardest moment in your life
that was the last time i'd ever seen you
for the first time in a long time i saw no pain

flying without any turbulance

Let our people see the blue skies over the small window
if we have nowhere to go, the only where left is up
the silent creatures we turn into as the engines start
and we take flight