Stone by stone you build the wall

Vines are creeping along its face

All the bricks without a flaw

Hard and cold I can’t penetrate

I want it to crack I want it to break

I want it gone can you be saved

I can’t get it all I can just get a taste

I love the person I almost

Hate I can’t break from this cycle

I can’t break down your wall

This facade I can’t take no longer

I can never give my all

The steam rise’s the water boils

The picture you painted begins to dry

An uncertain future is spoiled

Nothing you say helps us by

I want it to crack I want it to break

I want it gone can you be saved

I can’t get it all I can just get a taste

I love the person I almost

*Copyright 2003 Cameron Forrest Johnson

Follow the concrete

Turning moving, never complete

And it’s coming around

Full circle

As we drive around

I sense a difference

What’s different?

Well is that the question

To ask ourselves

Do we owe it to ourselves?

They say the more things change

They stay the same

Why can’t you change?

Is this the end of the road?

Your road?

Can headlights see through the snow?

My shovel is bent

My pockets are empty

For what its worth

It’s been like a brother

Is this really it?

And all the guards

Marched away

Counting the years on my fingers not enough room

Still letting the taste linger in her womb

More alive than before or am I just sleeping awake

It’s dead at the core nothing left to take

Counting backwards through this life

Stabbing myself with this knife

My belly’s bleeding but it’s numb

Or am I afraid of the sum

Twenty years on my fingers just turning pale

Doors creaking on hinges a fist full of nails

Carving my coffin with the watch on your wrist

Seeing this too often just a check off the list

The screams are much too frequent for us to remember the sound

The needle’s too deep in our arms for us to pull it out

Our souls are sold but there’s no need to save

What we take for granted is what we take to our grave

But who am I to judge what we buy and sell

Because I’m just as guilty as everyone else

Line them up pick a martyr He’ll die for who we are

Just spill his blood it’s worth it, it won’t even leave a scar

The stigma rests on our breast

The stigma rests on our hands

The truth is heavy on our heads

The truth is justice on our death

 There's no cure for what's no within

The virus thrives on killing lies

And it finds what the t hides

I'm lost again in apathy

The truth makes me not want to be

In this world another day

The grand façade all I can see

I bear my arm for it to bite

Reality just too hard to fight

I'm lost again in apathy

The truth makes me not want to be

In this world another day

Infatuation pulls me into you

False hope faked love will it get me through

Is this as deep as the water gets

I just close my eyes and keep my candles lit

Throw it all out the window

Save us all a minute or two

Take the books and burn them

Who am I to feel this for you?

Wax dripping creeping down my back

Slap my face save me stick me with a tack

Scrape the rust from my lips isn’t this enough

Grab my neck kiss me before I wake up

Poison the Well

Red and yellow scorch my eyes

As I drink the blood of fluorescent lights

Reigning down on me

This ultraviolet canopy

Nobody makes a sound

While cars and clothes wear us out

A soul-less entity

Everything’s become to me

Poison the well

Stain the water with our blood

Dollar signs blind our eyes

While someone else lives our lives

Fed fat on dinner plates

Fill it full of souls to take

Our calloused conscious takes its toll

While the world around us pays in full

A heartless entity

Everything’s become to me

*Copyright 2003 Cameron Forrest Johnson

Tragedy

Sitting here swollen fist waiting to not exist

I pull the skin off my fingers one by one

To tell the future I insist and here’s the scene that you missed

If you watch TV without eyes you’ll be all the wiser

It’s a tragedy that I don’t die today

Because this world is cracking blistered and we’re all the fallen

We have enslaved and we are on parade

Through city streets the concrete’s cracking under our lead hearts

Ducks walking through the ash take your wallet count the cash

Phoenix shakes her head apathy is her tea

Her skin turns pink from the tar and by the way fuck your car

Turn around walk away but it’s not enough

It’s a tragedy that I don’t die today

Because this world is cracking blistered and we’re all the fallen

We are enslaved and we’re all on parade

Through city streets the concrete’s running through our plastic hearts

*Copyright 2003 Cameron Forrest Johnson