Animal

we are changing people's lives
we are the automatic drive
we are retroactive - anti-pragmatic - and far too satisfied
so let the pulse revive you
and if the spirit moves inside you
let it out to claim the screaming fire
before the fountain of flames expire

whistle christmas songs onto cold morning glass
avert your eyes until the strangers pass
do not make contact
do not make contact
we cannot connect
for we feel it is a senseless act
we only touch each other when it's practical
just like paying the bills
but I can't sit still any longer
I am an animal

I shaved away your mirrors until you were only bones
like a dove being carved from a bar of soap
we washed away our sins like peeling skin
the summer sun will give us hope
I thought I heard you whisper
in the darkness
let it go

The Gates

lets celebrate our excess
since we are witness to the apocalypse
whether we know it or not
one end of the earth is dangling by a string
and I sing because the wind won’t forgive me
if I don’t give some kind of warning

my arrogance has enlightened me
to the fact that I’m not awake
if I question each word and melody
and curse over every mistake

and if there is only the present
then all my memories and dreams
are exactly as irrelevant
as they seem to be

so I will hold my breath underwater
until you squeeze my hand
and I will drink myself into a stupor
and pray each morning if you’ll help me understand

why there is so much suffering
which I cannot touch
why there is so much darkness
that I can’t expose with love

please open up your ancient heart for me
I am willing
I am ready
I am just as afraid as everyone
but I know where I belong

the gates are open
the gates are open
the gates are open

let me in