My Revolution

My Revolution sounds
it began the day you watched me
drown by your hallowed hand
that held me under until I've got to
breath in your milk and honey
and it fills my lungs with waste
and I choke it down
my words and thoughts they drown around me
help me get away from what you made from what was left of me
I can't bear to sit and stare while you deify what you did to me

My Revolution
It couldn't have less to do with you
My Revolution
I understand what I can't understand
My Revolution
Now my cup is overfilled
My Revolution
and I see in you what my Revolution killed

I confess I'm wrong
My Revolution isn't mine at all
found by a hallowed hand
that held me up to show me that I fall
breath in Your milk and honey
and it fills my way with grace
and I spit it out
my mind it thinks it knows You like I do
help me get away from what I am with what You made from me
I can't bear to sit and stare when I'm as happy as I'll ever be

Oxygen

I don't believe they put a man on the moon
they used a blue screen, while Neil Armstrong waited in the green room
They think that they've found life on mars
and they send their foster child ten bucks a month so she wont starve

I'm sick of this atmosphere
let's get out of here and go
to a place we've never known
I'm sick of this atmosphere
let's get out of here and go
to a place we'll call our own

Hopscotch

The Kids on the Street
All wait for the rain
They don't know why the do it
it's just their Street's game
They want it to pour
they want it to flood
they want the dirt
to turn into mud and wash away

Rain Rain go away
Come on Back some other day
Rain rain go away
Let the sun come out and play

The parents on the Street
all laugh at their kids
Just getting wet
then back to damp again
the stains and the water
is all they see
looking right through
all the holes in me (5)
(chorus)
The kids come in white
as bleached socks
not wet or damp
just love unlocked
The parents want rain
but hope they need
Good thing for them
that this rain is free (grace)
Rain Rain Come Again
Get the sun out of the way
Rain Rain come again
Jesus let it rain today

Susanna

The books I read are full of you, and yours
the civil ten, per arian
from the age the world went civilized, again
the whole worlds one congresional, librarian
and if I'm wise beyond my years I, guess
it's from the days spent watching TV shows, regress

And I'll miss you when your gone... and dead
And I believed you all along... instead
of what I knew was true
I should have seen right through you
america

if you've a mind it's not your own, it's mine
my "count me out", is counted
I can't wash my hands of you, I've tried
'cause it seems your always just there waiting, to dry
and if I hide away my mind, you'll find
that hiding, will do just fine

Toldyaso

You reek of compromise and I'm riding the reckless abandon of youth What if I told you something you've never heard before

I don't to wait in line to wait to wait in line to die When I grow up I will replace my ideals with the "reals" that you are always shoving in my face

But if you're right, if I fail I'm gonna ride this wave until I wind up on the wash-up shore where we can run and play all day in the beach in the sun on the backs of those with less fortune

I know you've seen it all and I know that I've got a lot to learn but I am sure as hell not gonna learn it all from you

The more I try to see the more I see that you have never seen and I wouldn't criticize if you'd realize that your whole life's a lie

And I know, and I see that we're full of all of the same dreams but I can tell by your tired eyes that in millions years you can never fall asleep

Crazed Love

You are so shameful so damned and so bleek. you love in handfulls the opressed and the meek

where is your golden crown you are supposed to wear? where is your saphire gown with a loving red flare?

You're so ugly so bad, so rude. So melodic, platonic and so shrewd.

My love is patient perfect, unique. My word is blatent untouched, critiqued

My hands are hung scarred and sore my days are done and you're a bore.

speak up I can't hear your rants and raves. Yell louder the oppressed and the crazed. You're words are a lamp unto my feet. Someday you and I will meet. And on that day your head hangs low. Loved and hurt and dealt a blow. Kill me, hurt me, yell me, take me, throw me, use me, but don't abuse me

An Open Letter to God

I got a message from you yesterday
it came in the form of a song
You know it's hard to listen to you
when I know that you've been calling all along

I thought I'd try to return the favour
but I don't know if I can
'cause I don't know if I'm writting this for you
or all my screaming fans

I didn't want to hear from you
and this has taken me this long
'cause everytime I let you in
you make me write a song
that'll make me change my ways
and open up my eyes
to what I thought I knew to be untrue