Broken Marionette

She was a plain Jane with a melancholy boy's name,

The life she lived, she lived to her own anthem,

Everywhere she went, they'd all say,

Oh, that's just Samantha,

Never the talk of the town,

Always the butt of the joke,

Sticks and stones were nothing,

It's the words that made her broke,

She knew one day she'd fly away, just break free,

Her vision was clear in her mind, she didn't need to see,

Twirling in the attic with broken marionettes, so random,

Oh, that's just Samantha,

On her way to the Andes, floating over the Panama Canal,

Running through the meadows to Di Marlia, Villa Reale,

One day she awoke in a hospital bed, face pail, eyes beet red,

She lived, O she lived full and free in her own mind,

She lived until she was dead,

Oh, that's just Samantha,

How could we forget,

Our broken marionette,

Never the talk of the town,

Always the butt of the joke,

Sticks and stones were nothing,

It's the words that made her...

Tell-Tale Signs

My mind's spinning in a day dream,

Of a three ring circus far far away,

Walking the tight rope 3 feet above the clouds,

This is where I belong, so this is where I'll stay,

If I could only reach normality,

But I have 42 reasons to never return,

My body's falling into temptation,

Contemplating leaving it all behind,

Never seen over the hill past the valley,

Excited to feel what these new times hold to find,

If I would only face probability,

But it's possibly the reason I'm spurned,

Mighty men trample the dust on grasshopper hearts,

Inactive and stagnant as I am, I feel I've played my part,

Finding the sunrise in my mindset,

Crescent moons surround our clauses,

Running down the neck I won't fret,

Wholely noted, a 16th for dramatic pauses,

The floorboards of a second floor studio hide the hidden parts of me,

And it's even more evident to see when you reach into this empty cavity,

Dissemble no more,

You'll get what you came for,

Tear up the planks of this writhing floor,

Stop the beating of this hideous art,

Putrefied Identity (Macabre)

I sit inside of my rusted cage,

Twisted thoughts suppress the rage,

Rain speckles and hides my face,

Kill the soul to clear some space,

Tattoos and words hide my self,

But how can you really hide the hell,

Traveling the highways I stare in cars,

And I wonder who you really are,

Where are you going and what's your point of view,

Figure out what's the point of you,

Inventing problems and starting fights,

An inward vendetta fuels with every night,

Don't shoot til' you can see the whites,

Of my eyes,

Tearing my skin from bone,

I know that I'm not all alone,

All I can see is what time has shown,

We have the same address, but you're the only who's at home,

I sit inside my disgusting mind,

Twisted thoughts entice your kind,

Under a microscope I'm split in twine,

What is it you hope to find,

I'm a slug of a man,

Dragging on dispersing refuse,

Defected, ineffectual,

Due to corporal misuse,

Break my fingers and I still won't scream,

I can think of much more painful things,

Pretending that I don't have this side of me,

Revealing the putrefied identity for all to see,

Tattoos and words hide my self,

But how can you really hide the hell,

Veritable

I haven't been myself in a while, who is the least like me,

Getting ahead being me turned out to be the least likely,

I've tried being you, but you keep changing as well,

Even when I strive to be like the downtrodden I fail,

I bought the jeans, grew out my hair, and stood next to you,

A copy of you, while you were like the guy trying to be true,

But me and him were nothing alike, so I tried to recreate who I was,

But recreations are fabricated clonings of everything everyone else does,

I haven't been myself in a while, I've forgotten who I was,

But I know who I am, a traveler, sojourning your fashionable apple,

With its rotting core, decaying body, and it's skin becoming so dapple,

That is who I am, that is who you are, we are the world,

Painting ourselves down the to core, until our true selves unfurl,

It's the ugliest picture, but it's who we are,

I haven't been myself in a while, who is the most like me,

We may never get ahead, but we'll forever be,

Veritable

A Chance At Perfect (You Got It)

Can you remember the day,

Does it play over and over in your mind,

Did you ever ask God would there be,

The perfect woman for you to find,

Can you imagine the future,

What it holds, and what it yields,

What will you do to make sure,

She feels exactly how you feel,

Everyday of your life,

Wont you live like it's the best,

And if it's not, make it better than the rest,

I can still remember her,

Reflecting in your eyes, and I wonder,

If everyone sees her like you do,

The sunshine that hides storms of thunder,

I can still feel the tears,

That settled and drained away,

The way I see it my friend,

No one should feel it more than you today,

Every second that you live,

Make her feel like she's the best,

Because, I'll tell you right now that she is,

You're never to young,

To keep good love from going wrong,

You've got it, oh yeah you've got it

Tomorrow's another chance at perfect,

When the morning dawns,

Till the day breaks again,

Before she's ever you wife,

Keep her as a friend,

You Got It, Oh yeah you got it,

Today's another chance at perfect

Utilitarian

Can you tell me why I put on this suit and tie,

To lose my brain cells to a nine to five,

To lose the rest of my life,

To a status quo that kills but never dies,

Can you tell me why I even care,

I've tried, but I'd never dare,

I hear what they're yelling outside my cell,

He's never going anywhere but here for fear,

I believe it, I believe all, I believe,

But you still haven't told me when,

When I can let go and when it ends,

I see your blinders, and I might be beside myself,

You may can, but I can't see who's beside me, myself,

I'm stepping out to create my own narrow path,

The resistance is the least,

Because it's just me,

I believe the world has a quota to meet every day,

To suck the soul and kill the spirits before we kneel to pray,

The teachers need the ignorant, and preachers need the sinners,

The government needs you, and I need the listeners,

I believe the world has sucked my soul and killed my spirit,

Honesty is something that is seldom said,

Because no one wants to hear it,

Just an idea that's good in theory,

Do you understand the handwave between a drunk and a barman,

Understand the stare between a cleric and a layman,

Dispise the kiss between a Jesus and a Judas,

Then you understand who I am,

You're the reason I put on this suit and tie,

Mixing stomach acids and lye,

With jumbled thoughts cluttering my brain,

Slipping down into my heart,

Now this is who I am,

Utilitarian,