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.

The True Story of Brandon Ruthinsgoodberg

He walked down the street
As the music beats
With a jacket over himself

Passed the burned out buildings
And crumbling ceilings
Muttering to himself.

He got to a crowd
And among the sounds
He tried to scream his best

They paid him no attention
Until he thought to mention
That he had a bomb strapped to his chest.

They asked him why
And he could not lie
So he told them the reason.

There was a voice in his head
And it was God he said.
And he couldn’t afford treason.

Although it was no fun
God’s will must be done
He told his wife he loved her.

But she didn’t understand
That this was God’s plan
Soon it would all be over.

He pulled the pin
Let the explosion begin
The debris was a flying.

Forty five people around
Who heard the sound
And now they lie around dying.

Yet Another Ballad Concerning a Lonely Soul

Born alone, and alone I’ll die.
She told me I’d die alone
And alone I might be.

Wake up alone, and alone when I sleep
She told me I’d be alone
And alone I might be

Walk alone, and alone I walk
She told me I’d walk alone
And alone I might be.

Live alone, and alone I’ll live
She told me I’d live alone
And alone I might be.

The True Story Of Cold Steel

A robot was made

Out of metal and clay

And it was powered by the sun.

 

Due to his program

He had lots of friends

Who appreciated how he was differently made

 

As time went on

He felt he belonged

With humans and with their kind

 

From the start

A robot with a heart

And that’s what separated him.

 

But soon madness

Sprinkled in with sadness

As he wondered for what purpose he served.

 

The metal inside

It began to die

Along with his spark from within.

 

As time went on

He felt more alone

And the lights in his eyes faded out

What We Become

without you we turn into beasts
with foul breath and sharp teeth
we tear each other and rip into ourselves
and we are all for sell

without you we kick and we scream
as we cry out we forgot how to dream
the darkness spreads and our lights grow dim
as our ghosts wonder what happened to them.

our steeples will come crashing down
smashing all underneath to the ground
our towers of Babel stretching into the air
when for You we no longer care

we are like Peter when he did deny
we are like Judas leading to you being crucified
as the heavens wept when the Son did die
our towers of Babel still standing in the sky

Who is the Villain

Do villains realize they’re the villain
Or is it they just believe they’re doing what’s right
And everyone else just disagrees. 

Maybe I’m the villain and I just don’t know it.
Surrounded by the plea of the Hero
And splashing around in their sorrows

The Hero stands for righteousness
Saving the women and the children
While chaos rains down across the globe.

The ground I walk on is already destroyed
From the previous scorched earth policy
Waiting for the Hero to put out the flames.

I can’t be the villain much longer.
These flames are suffocating me
I’m waiting on the Hero to pull me out.