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Completely silenced.  I cry and I scream,  And not a word escapes my lips.  Not a thing to be heard.  Always so silent.  
 
I try to make you listen.  I yell myself hoarse,  But you never hear me.  You never listen.  I'm not silenced,  You're just deaf to my words. in Spoken Word
It's Not Me   
I remember the times  When I'd count the days  Untill you came back, but you'd gone away  Leaving me here  Lost and abandoned  The way you dealt with me  Was so heavy handed!   
Our last conversation  Still rings in my mind  It will stay inside me, for the rest of my life  All the empty words  And pointless excuses  Meant nothing to me  You called me useless!!   
It's not me!  Who holds your hand now  It's not me!  Who understands  It's not me!  Full of pity and hatred  You're the one who sinned  And now in Song
DO YOU   
You gave me chills today   
Do you know that?   
You pushed me into   
Cold uncertainty   
Gasping for air   
Do you know that?   
You made me   
Sink several inches into the floor   
And float several inches up   
To the sky   
Staring down at it all   
Do you know that?   
You made me feel   
Like I had no control   
Of anything that might befall   
Do you know that?   
You caused me   
To look over my shoulder   
So many times   
Bec in Open
¿Escucho el ruído?  No, no lo escucho,  
Sólo el suave vibrar bajo mis piernas  
Y un leve mover de los cristales…   
Miro la ventana,  
La neblina baja por las montañas,  Fría entre los pinos  
Y su viento me acaricia el rostro  Con delicioso helado…te pienso…   
El camino zigzagueante abre para mí  Un paisaje distinto,  No mejor,  No peor;  Sólo diferente…Maravilloso   
El asiento a mi lado vacío,  Te imagino allí  
E invento diálogos  Que podrían darse,  Espont&# in Open
Darkness, shrouding itself across the  land. As Night falls upon the people  of the Valley, life in the Forest of  
Death stirs, as though the beginning   of the Night calls to them,  Burning determination, driving out  the creatures of the light. Call upon the  
creatures of the Darkness. Call to them,  bring the wrath of the dead and their Fury  upon the souls of the living. Heroes called upon,  flee in terror, not wishing to die. Instead,  they flee in cowardice. Showing no  
signs of a true hero. They flee in  pure terror. When all hope seems lost,  a true hero eme in Spoken Word
Flotsam hunts ducks and  Flotsam gets down from time to time  Flotsam doesn’t even get any internal pleasure from hunting ducks  Although he brings them home to his family and slams them down on the table  It is something that just can’t be appreciated.   Wife just angers at the thought of feathers tarnishing the pristine condition of her home.   Wife also critiques the condition of Flotsam’s work as she finds the marsh  Just a little dirty.   And “Dirt just simply cannot ruin my carpet!”  Flotsam throws his derelict sack over his shoulder and trudges down a in Open
I knew right away from the dawn's first rays  That time was on a pedestal  Morning comes to greet me,and will not fade  No one knows my plans for today   
My love and I go walking around the bend  The floral air is sweet  As is the smile of my love,my love  Whom in the sunshine I meet   
Lend an ear and I'll tell you everything  Only one knows just how I'm a-feeling today  You may dream and wander, driving away the days  Here I'll be,staying right here,I'm not going away   
Now all my friends,from a dream they've returned  Nothing to show for the miles they've ear in Song
Silver and Cold…   
He looks in…  Slowly taking in the fresh sheet of icy white  He steps inside…or is it inside?  Outside on the inside?  Inside…Out?  His gaze falls upon an object of gold  A ring?  Surreptitiously he walks nearer to the golden object  His footsteps creating a faint echo in the somewhat vast space.   
Silently she watches, a deceiving smirk forming on her magical face  He seems to be so…innocent…  His chocolate brown hair tinted with blond, cut in a rather unusual style  And his long ebony-coloured winter coat  She b in Open
Hold my hand.  And I'll take you away--  Away from this world just to another.   
Landed on crisp winter snow.  Run your hands through cold bristles,  Breathe in new air.  Look towards the sky and admire,  A orange sun swimming in a purple sky.   
Dance with only things you dreamed about.  Dance hand in hand with elves and fauns,  in a garden.  A secret garden; were its always summer.  with blossom on the trees  and mulitcoloured singing flowers.   
 
And you never felt so free--  Anything goes.   
You always believed in magic; witches and in Open
Take me down  Under the ground  Share your secrets, there with me  Hold my hand , my waist , my arm  Whisper obscenities to me  Take me down  Let me lie  
Still and cold beneath the darkened sky  Take me down  Shun the sun  Embrace the dark  Our age has begun in Open
My heart set on vibrate,  ringing when you speak,  tremorous like a volcano,  erupting in the sea.   
flying has become innate,  dreams have begun to leak,  to form one to innuendo,  I may no longer be me.   
Given, transformations,  gyrations to be like clockwork,  ticking, tocking, as we're talking,  you planted the seeds of change.   
this is my narration,  one filled with nights to lurk,  about the night always walking,  and I met you in that forgotten range.   
In the end you were my hope for a brighter tommorow. in Open
Rainy Walk   
Walking along,  while the rain falls,  and enjoying the loneliness,  someone you know,  walks up, behind you.   
They are very quiet,  the rain covering any other noises,  respecting your loneliness,  but all the same,  wanting to talk with you.   
You know they are there,  and them walking in the rain,  just to talk to you,  gives you a good feeling,  while waiting for them to start.   
They are unsure,  of walking in the rain,  let alone talking to you,  and not making themselves a complete fool,  and being e in Open
The lines etched into  
My arms are  
Reminders.  Reminders  Of what I was  And who  I wanted to be.  
And words  engraved  Into my mind  Are those of a girl  
Who’s never been loved,  Never been wanted  Never  Never  Never.  
I wished last night  On a  
Star.  
It was flying  Past my house  At midnight.  
And it wanted  To know  What I wanted.  
It wished to know  
What I wished.  
It longed to know  What I longed for  And I told it.  
And then it  Disappeared.  
It left  Ov in Open
Hell is calling your name  The devil wants to play your game  Your soul he will claim  Break you down, that’s his aim.   
To drag you to the pits of Hell  This is no wishing well  In blood your name will spell  Forever more underground you will dwell.   
He will come in the night  And grasp you with all his might  His teeth glisten white  You better run, or you will end up seeing the light.   
Far away from this place you must go  To Violet Hill covered in snow  Never your face must you show  He has the eyes of a crow.   
Hell is calling y in Fixed
Crystal Tears   
Crystal tears stain my skin,  As I remember the past I had.  The times I was happy,  When he could make things right,  Dad,  You asked mom where you ‘went wrong’ with me  Because I don’t believe the same things as you,  Because I have my own version,  Because I was taught I could think for myself.  Dad,  You said a year between my boyfriend and I  Was a thing you couldn’t remember  Because it didn’t affect you.  These crystal tears stain my skin,  They scar me.  I’ve dreamt of the biting sting of a blade to my sk in Open
Cuando hemos hecho todo lo posible para hacernos amar,nos queda un último recurso que es no hacer nada mas.  Y dentro de ese “posible” debemos haber hecho todos los homenajes de ternura,de bondad,de atentenciones,de pacientes esperas,de tiempo consagrado, de perdones acordados.  Nunca la imposición;que por la fueraza nadie se impuso jamás al corazon.El corazónsiempre cerro sus puertas a la tiranía, a la opresión, al abuso, a la injusticia y al depotismo.  Es por los caminos mansos y dulces ,que llegamos a conquistar las almas.  Pero cuando hemos agotado estos caminos ,nada más n in Open
My eyes told me today        They're leaving me  They say there are better things to do        Like watch the constant news  But, I'll let them be               For twenty-years they guided me   
I'll nurse the empty sockets        And I know you won't mind  Finally, now, you'll say you love me        And I won't see the insincerity  
            T in Open
"Man this sucks!" I was able to muster through my mind,  When breathing becomes like fire, and moving alone,  An unnatural crime.  Is when I knew I did my best.  When everything is more than just tired and my heart pleads,  A fair moan.  Is where I beat the rest.  The soft thunder of my steps pounding the fake floor,  And that of and invisible army, behind me.  Is all that really matters to me anymore.  "300 left...Never a bad time to go" Is my next thought to break in,  My thunder becomes a Godly storm,  And the Lightning behind me grows faster, telling me what I had in store for. & in Fixed
Tic-toc, tic-toc.   
The hands dance around the clock.   
Time's going by way to fast.   
You're moving on, I'm left in the past.   
I try to catch you, but down I fall.   
You move ahead, not caring at all.   
Down, down, down I go.   
Where I'll end up, I don't even know in Open
Have you ever dreamt as a little angel,  That was newly born,  From a newly hatched cocoon,  Still full of those fluid,  And yet,  Feels like these pair of hands,  Can just grab those lanterns,  Over the cliffs.   
Arrogance?  Pride?  I don’t know,  I don’t feel like knowing either.   
But as one of my hands,  Swinging continuously,  Cutting across the empty spaces,  And as my wing,  Painfully,  Yet proudly,  Flapped,  I continued to struggle,  To catch that flickering light,  Swollen deep inside that metallic lantern. in Spoken Word
Sitting  In Rundle mall,  See the silver balls standing shiny and tall,  Watch the people go about,  Their soulless lives,  Chasing invisible dreams,  Dead from the soul-killing knives,  See the businessmen,  And fresh-pressed suits,  See the crazy yobbos,  And their black bitch boots.   
Sitting on the bench,  Just Sam and meself,  After buying the cookies,  Right off the shelf.  We see the pigeons, the people,  The bold little spoggies,  Don’t see any froggies or the Mighty South Aussies.  Chowing down on cookies,  Like a couple of rooki in Song
What is Heaven,  
Without the existence of the Earth?  
What is Earth, When the Heaven are nonexistent.     
Like Sky without Ground,  
Like Dragon without heaven,  
Mortals without Gods,  
Yin without Yang...     
Each would perish,  
When the others are not present.    What is an emperor?  
When the people suffers.   
What are officials,  When morals are lost.   
Farmers without hoes and soils,  Fishermen without rods and baits,  Judges without justice,  And future without customs and tradition?   
Life in Spoken Word
What’s the Point?   
What’s the point of having friends,  If I must always be alone?  What is the point of family,  If they chill me to the bone?   
What is the point of talking,  If there is no one there to hear?  What is the point of listening,  If they talk when I’m not here?   
What is the point of thinking,  If thoughts go unexpressed?  What is the point of feeling,  If all I feel is depressed?   
What is the point of hoping,  If hope is all I’ll ever do?  What is the point of dreaming,  If none of them come true?   in Ballad
Something about the way that you   look at me  My whole body shudders  The way your eyes held mine   
It all ends the way a rain   stops   
Everyone is soaked in my agony     Everyone knows   
Close your eyes, clench your  
 fists tightly   
Because this is our last  
 dance   
Fate brought you to me   Fate took us apart in Open

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