Ken Mode piosenki

How long will I hold my breath this time; Keeping my eyes closed so tight. My heart rate slows, then turns on a dime. I haven't moved in over fifteen minutes and the lights are fading; Despite this internal marathon. It's tough to read whether or not these pro...

Awaking to half clogged sinuses and that familiar feeling in my guts; Variations on a recurrent theme. Could exhaustion be the cause of my gastro-intestinal predicament or do I simply loathe my daily cell that much? I choke down finely prepared sustenance, in...

It's the same idea being recycled, strange how it always returns to square one. Sitting there, so innocently. You can almost reach out, but hold back. Kicking yourself in the aftermath. Clenched tight, with wandering eyes. A poet's soul, while lacking central...

I've been spreading myself thin again and very little is getting the attention it fully deserves. There are several causes for this strain and half the time I'm doing my best to arrange their conclusion: But how effective van half-mast truly be? How about we b...

The story about one man, the lost man. Swaying from ideologies and niche. Enjoying her company, yet wanting more. These are the things that handicaps are made of. I saw his embryo in the moon and it has come, just a year too late. The cycles are over like a sl...

You move with such elegant authority; with the kind of power that could end wars and crush the most driven of egos. From a sea of a thousand faces, your eyes shined through with such beauty and charisma. Attitude, intrigue; desire. I am powerless in approach....

“Poor baby boy, is that a negative spell honing in like a loaded black cloud set to burst? Hang in there for just one minute while I trivialize your emotion, your motivation, your hopes, your dreams. You cannot feel ire, you will not shed tears. A lesson to le...

Staring at a blank slate; reaching out for nothing, expecting nothing, wanting nothing, but cycling through the process consistently and obsessively in an attempt to avoid any kind of forward motion. I wish I could tell you why, but I'm unaware of the motivati...

He's a natural smiler; not all the memories were bad. Harsh words, with hard consonants. People buy into "we", and this positive affirmation means nothing - I would never do that. We're not fighting, we're just talking. You see? Not everything I say...

Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine. Continue the seduction, as we're running short on time. Or is this just the beginning of your systematic accord? A penchant for twisted luck, with a hum in my vocal chords. I'll raise my glass to vanity and all its subt...

I'll never understand that old butcher mentality: the warrior, the brave, the hero. Bully. Coward. I'm filled with this overwhelming instinct that I can break you: shredded ligaments, bone by bone. C'mon rough-rider, you want to hurt me, so bad?...

The procrastinator. It’s far too easy to hide behind abundant distractions and coyly whittle away at the hours with hollow preamble these days. Trade one uphill battle for another. Old injuries strain deep as my hunched shoulders and neck, slightly askew, peer...

For David Kelly... 

Feed me this massive impact. I've got my hat on, my shoes tied tight; I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I'll wager my shins beat your fists; but that's not the battle you had in mind, was it? Either way, I'm not impressed, and I don't play to lose. My guard is dow...

It never started with flow, a conscience, or inspiration. Only minds poised on the goal of infiltration. The point of excursion forgotten not far from the beginning, but the witch-hunt proceeds. Time and time again, searched out and eliminated with no foresigh...

Strobe-like attention spans being bought and sold to the biggest investor and the brightest flash in the pan. Pre-packaged for a premature burial. Follow me to the market, merely open your eyes. Innocent contortionist; proprietor of the moment, take your fifte...

The jack of all trades. This is lust; and this is good. You've raised a prize fighter, a risk taker. They call me the million dollar species. Brought back there through their faces: insincere smiles and baited laughter; surrounding us like vultures waiting for...

Taste is something that's, more often than not, taken for granted; but not by me. Dressed to the nines and ready to roll, with the creativity and overwhelming drive to bury your aspiration-less life. I'm looking down on you; don't forget: I'm watching you and...

Now we have entered a game of deception. Bones blackened and charred. Never underestimate the desperate nature of a broken man. This storm is nature's release, containing the ultimate insult of character, with lacerations running much deeper than the skin. And...

Completely devoid of colour, she peers down upon us. Winds rise and fall; with human voices as leaves....chattering and falling, piling like corpses. Searching for answers to questions you can't even define. Observation proves to be both a gift and a curse. Fi...