What if I Saw The Son Of Man?

If i sat in a chair
and i saw Him standing there
would I stay
or would i run away?

If i saw Him on the shore
as i stood on that wooden boat floor
would i jump into the sea
or would i stay on board?

Oh my God, how pathetic and weak am I?
have You been reaching to me
and I’ve been ignoring Your embrace?

Oh my God, oh how i hate who i am
have You been reaching to me?
I know i dont deserve your grace

If i was asked if i knew You
what would i think to do?
would i stand for my faith
or would i deny till the rooster crowed?

If I heard a burning bush
Speak to me with authority
would i dare to be as bold
and do what i was told?

Oh my God, how sad and distasteful am I?
have You been reaching for me?
I’m too dirty for Your hands

Oh my God, how disgusting am I?
Have you been reaching out to me?
Wipe off my dirt with Your grace…

What Skin Am I In This Time?

Hurricanes and thunderclouds galore
it rains and pours and rains some more
i’m a doomsday preacher son
here comes Revelations and you’re done
you’ve been caught red-handed boy, what will you do
even the devil was an angel once too

we used to be a God fearing nation
it’s time i scared you into your salvation
The End is coming gang, are you prepared
I’ll raise my voice and this i’ll yell
“I’m a doomsday preacher folks, you better receive
I’ll scare you into believing what i believe”

Tsunami’s and tornados around every door
you could run and hide but what for
the Devil and his minions are gonna bring us Hell
but with Jesus to lead us we’ll never fail
i’m a doomsday preacher yall, everyone’s gonna die
At least they better, I dont like to lie

Hug your loved ones, kiss them goodbye
as the ground catches fire and rocks fall from the sky
hear the demons snarl as they profess your end
you done yourself in when you gave in to sin
I’m a doomsday preacher brother, I judge and condone
bet you wander just which side i’m on

Too Bad We Didn’t Make it To The Finish Line Honey

I guess I wasn’t good enough for yo’ pretty eyes to behold
You didn’t feel you owed me nothing’ tho my heart you stole
You think you’re better than me, well that may be true
But baby, I could have been something to you.

You were a ten  I was probably a three on my best day
And it doesn’t even matter what you try to say
All your pretty words that come from your pretty lips
Match up quite nicely to your shaking hips

This ain’t funny, I’m done telling’ jokes
I want back from you what you stole
My heart, my soul, and the keys to my brain
I want ‘em all back just the same

I didn’t mean for us to reach this place
I mean, who could say no to such a pretty face
Owwwww I scream for you to take me witcha
You tell me to not let the door hit me where the good Lord splitcha

Is it my fault that I look this way
God has a funny sense of humor some say
Like when he put this one thing in my head
That you meant all those pretty words you said

That you cared for me, that we’d never be apart
Then you stepped on me and stabbed my heart
You see baby, you left me in quite a bind
I’d like to get a good nights sleep if ya don’t mind

Listen honey I’d blame ya if I could
You need some pretty boy to make ya look good
I’m all dressed up and at the thresh hold
Sayin’ yes to nothing but a lonely ghost

You can do better, I’m not good enough
Find some pretty boy and strut yo’ stuff
I don’t know how to love anymore, just how to hate
And baby, hatin’ you is all over my plate

Ohhhhh hatin’ you is all I know now
Ohhhhhh blamin’ you cause I’m so cold now
Who knew hatin’ you could feel so good?

A Little Tap Dancer Song

ohhhh is it so wrong?
is it so wrong to want
to want to feel important
to anyone?

ohhhhh is it so wrong?
is it so wrong to want
to want someone who needs you?

ohhhh how wrong is it?
how wrong could it be?
how pathetic is it?
to be in this position?

ohhh is it so wrong?
to want to feel important
to want to feel important
to anyone?

whooo hoooo i’m going down
whooooo hooo i’m going down
whoooo hooo i’m going down
and there’s no tellin if i’ll get back

The Tale of Ole’ Mr. Sadkins of Shrunken Shoulder Lane

He pushed forth into the wild
Where the grass grows high and the trees hang creepily
Where the moon light has been hidden by ominous clouds
Where the sun is not allowed to enter to share it’s warmth

It is here that he made his home.
He fought the dead and the dying
He fought that sadness and that pesky loneliness that kept peeking in
He fought ‘til he couldn’t fight no more

He looked up into the darkness
And he called out to his Maker
He asked for forgiveness, he asked for pity
He asked for help and he asked for love.

The ole’ man tried to survive the best he could
Then two years later his body fell
Then his heart slowed and his eyes grew cold
Then his body lay motionless on the forest floor

Now the children tell the tale
Of Ole’ Mr. Sadkins of Shrunken Shoulder Lane
Of how he went to the darkness and died
Of how no one knew or claimed his soul

So remember the tale of Ole’ Mr. Sadkins
Or ye yourself may join him soon.
Or ye yourself may find yourself next to his bones
Or ye yourself may find yourself next to mine as well.

Is This Another Sad And Lonely Ballad? I Fear It So, Dear Reader, I Fear It So

She told him that she loved him and that she’d always be there
He ran out back to look for her but he couldn’t find her anywhere
He became broken and he became staggered
And his thoughts were not his best

Now a days he’s a cold being and he’s a bitter man
Turning over every rock to find his love that had fled
He became lonely and he became a joke
And his heart disappeared from his chest

His love had abandoned him how are you suppose to react
She took the very last ounce of trust he had left
She took his heart and she took his warmth
His life and his mind were a mess

He couldn’t accept help his pride got in the way of that
So alone he lived and alone was how he would die
He died alone and he died all cold
And no one came to pay their respects

Since The Last Time Was The First Time, And The First Time Didn’t Even Happen

Who needs a heart when you got a soul
Oh no I lost that long ago
To some girl with fiery eyes
Who knew she’d lead to my demise

She opened the door in my head
And choked my soul until it was dead
Turned me into a human ghost
Haunting the path of a lonely coast

Now my heart has become a prison
And has let self hatred in
As my confidence begins to collapse
Allowing seagulls to pick up the scraps

She showed her legs and she showed her mind
She let me have a glimpse of what was inside
I let her in on what made up me
And she ripped my fears free

Without warning it was turned on me
I couldn’t escape I tried to flee
I was left broken and I was left shattered
I was left with my heart all tattered

I’m a sad and broken man
Who can no longer stand
Surrounded by my hopes and dreams
But failure is all I see

Sam is That You? Or is That Someone Else?

We are all cowards
And I’m the biggest coward of them all
Tip toe around the lake of fire
With a smile on my face.

We are all fake
And I’m the fakest of them all
Wearing that joker mask
Instead of my real sad skin

We are all hypocrites
And I’m the biggest hypocrite of them all
With a skip in my step
And a joke in my mouth

Those who shift through the madness
Those who fight away the demons
Those demons that spell out doom
Those are the ones who live
The ones who the rest admire
The ones we all should strive to become.

When Your Bones Know Better Than To Listen To You

If people would, just admit the obvious
That they don’t give a …… about you
Then things would be easier

You see, the brain it thinks things,
And likes to believe what it believes
Despite what logic has to say

Deep in your bones, you feel a creaking
That’s the truth trying to seep out.
Something that can’t be true

Oh but it is, it most certainly is
So don’t be mad at your bones
You know they mean well.

You may feel small, insignificant really
But that’s a part you play
In other people’s lives you see.

And life, it’s a theatrical play
With costumes and lines to memorize
A script you must go by

If you don’t, God help you
If you go off the beaten path
To try to make something different appear

Now I know, I realize how sad
How sad and depressing this seems
But that’s just a matter of opinion

For some, some of us enjoy it
And get some sort of thrill out of it all
Which is why I’m sitting alone with a smile on my face.

The True Story of Cold Steel Vol. II

Is this a waste?
A robot floating in deep space?
Surrounded by the cold and the bleak
In places the sun couldn’t reach.

What a waste.
The robot floating in space.
With stars and rockets and meteors
All seemingly whizzing past

His eyes closed.
His circuits had stopped beeping
And his program had shorted out
As he tumbled into the ever after.

Then a light.
Surrounded his tumbling remains
And a woman in white appeared
Asking him to wake up.

He’s not a waste.
His eyes flicker open
And he stares into her light.
And she envelopes him.

They twirl and twirl
As his insides begin to work
And his cold machinery warms
As they dance in the night.

The years pass
And she grows old
And time takes her away
And he’s alone again.

What a waste.
The steel becomes cold again
And he becomes lifeless
And twirls into his end.