Tramp

Wandering these streets, the shadows twirl around me.
I pleaded for them to untwist.
They responded,
"Why don't you turn?"

Wandering these streets, my reflections chase me.
I pleaded for them to leave.
They responded,
"Why don't you join?"

The shades are drawn, but the figures dance like ghosts trapped in white.

In a Perfect World

This was one of the first lyric sets I ever wrote and I wrote this song when I got back from a church work trip in the summer, oddly enough. I was listening to mainly AFI then. They talked a lot about the thought of 'disassociation' or being freed from yourself. I was big into the synonyms and based this sing almost solely on imagery.

It was about a dream I had. The dream was just a beautiful landscape of just a sunset over a field. It was just a flash in my mind, but I remembered the scene when I awoke the next day. And I thought about the visual battle light to dark (and vice versa) with each other. The whole title was originally, "Passed Out in a Perfect World," but I figured the 'Passed Out' wasn't necessary to the image I was trying to put out by the words.

In a Perfect World

Standing
Tulips of the marked
Fighting
Light to Dark
Sweeping
The line draws the battle field
It swallows me whole as it ends

The scene gets thinner through the eyes of night
Disassociate the feeling of consciousness
Joyous memories swirl
And the time has come

Swimming
Fields of gray
Changing
Salutations to the day
Signing
To the perfect way of closing
What once was, now decays to falling

The scene gets thinner through the eyes of night
Disassociate the feeling of consciousness
Joyous memories swirl
And the time has come

Dispel the dew
Beseech the good
Enthrall the open-minded
Sing the new
Vacate the old
Poison the pure
Purify the unclean
Show me life

The scene gets thinner through the eyes of night
Disassociate the feeling of consciousness
Joyous memories swirl