Maybe

Maybe, the sun will find some other day to die

Maybe, my hopes and dreams are worth another sigh

Maybe, these questions will find answers on their own

Maybe, there's a road

To take me back home.

Maybe, your rights, my wrongs are all that I can see

Maybe, this broken toy is all that I can be

Maybe, this winter's cold will come some other day

Maybe, these words

Are all I say.

Trust within me, keep me in your mind

At least for tonight.

Private places hide forever in sight

Inside your mind.

Kept on smiling even when she cried

Another fight.

War within my breath, my life

It gets me high.

Maybe, the weather's changing is another sign

Maybe, sitting right with you will keep me fine

Maybe, my world comes crashing down on the phone

Maybe, I'm alone.

Day and Time

Working up a sweat on his brow

Looking at the sky, asking how

Things could turn this way around

Silence could break without a sound.

She smiles and lays her head on his arm

Unfettered eyes, a secret charm

And he says, I will be here with you

For as long as the sky above shines blue.

Smoke on the horizon, someone's home

Laugh at will, no time to mourn

And he says, talk to me, always do

And I will only tell what I think is true.

Willing prisoners of this day and time

Willing soldiers of this life.

Am I alone? She asks, are you there?

Will I wait a thousand years?

Unanswered questions, through the haze

Carrots on sticks in this maze.

He has no more words to say, he is tired

She has no more to give, thoughts retired

And they sit in silence forever more

Speaking through signals, closing all doors.

Willing travellers in this year and time

Willing prophets of this life.

Liberty's Wake

They say every action counts

Every drop spilt, every drop sweated

It's all for the greater good

In the end it's all rated.

Care for the poor and unwashed, they say

And He will take care of you

We will sit back and watch it all

While you fight for what is true.

Am I me? Or am I the masses?

Am I me? Or one of the classes?

Cry not for yourself but for your brothers

They who have not what you have

So we will take everything you can give

And amongst ourselves, we will laugh.

Work for freedom, for liberty, for death

In true spirit, you must flounder

Strive for truth and justice and all that jazz

Walk a straight path, don't meander.

But am I me? Is what I ask

Am I me or just another class?

It has been written for sixty years now

My religion, my birth stars matter

They might be dead but still they preach

And the pages they wrote on torn and tattered.

La liberté ou la mort, is the call

But who do I free myself from?

Breaking my spirit against these shores

Do I deserve another dawn?

But the question is still clear: Am I me?

Or am I just another minority?

That Kind of Love

Maybe you've heard this tale before

And even if you have, don't stop me

Maybe you've heard of this girl

On a fragile quest against the world.

Oh, I know her, yes sir I do

And I know what color she bleeds

Through remorse and forgotten consequences

It's our souls on which she feeds.

Control, you say? Who is in control?

She has the gear stick up to sixth

Revving through this disjointed valley

Searching for her next newest fix.

Against the system she rallies forth

Stepping on the weak-willed and scared

Spewing venom, gnashing steel

Remembering the pain we all shared.

Across white lines of cocaine and smoke

Broken vials, caps and pills

She pulls the chain and the creature again

No time for sheared minds or wills.

Who's in-charge of my head today? She asks

Knowing there will be no answers

Raging storms of people bereft

Try to stop her like snake-skinned dancers.

And she tugs on that rusty chain once more

And the obedient creature follows

To the dimmest settlement over the hill

Where make-believe truths are swallowed.

It is this party we must rave at, she says

Where ecstacy is my promised whore

She says, it is this party we all must live in

She knows this party is worth dying for.

The chain is breaking but it does not break

As the creature strains against the barb-wired leash

And I know within the creature is me

For that kind of love this is.

Psycho Circuit

Can you see me in your room

When the lights are turned out?

And when I breathe into your ear

Will you thrash and shout?

Let me slither into your skin

And numb you with fear, my dear

I could slowly cut you open

Let the hurt in, cold and clear.

I am the hum in your phone

The beep digital that wakes you up

I am the infection in your wound

And the thread that sews you up.

The ghost in your machine, ready to eat

You up baby, your psycho circuit.

Make a wish and make it fast

Plug me in, make me last

Let my electric fingers switch you on

Claw the dark, contrasting stark.

Cheer the blade as it slashes forth

Welcome it with open arms

Meet me with a twisted smile

Do not mind the drops on the tile.

The soul in the grinder that makes you sick

And stare at your lovely psycho circuit.

A Hope in Hell

It's so cold

It's so cold out there

And I'm running scared

In my head, remembering what she said.

It's just love

It's just love, nothing more

No scars, no keeping score

Just life, nothing more.

Six strings wired

Strings wired through my eyes

Keeping me awake, breaking ties

So alone, far away from home.

A cold place

It's freezing here in hell

No cracks where I fell

But I feel broken, so forsaken.

These are just words

These words that help me smile

Clenching tightly to my pride

And alive, feel much alive.

Hopes, sunshine, please foretell

I have a chance, a chance in hell

To survive.