In Betrayal Of Disgrace Corridors Swollen Of Empty Canvas Mental Blocks Stacked Up In The Form Of Walls Empty Canvases Hate Swarmed My Composure As I Looked Around The Gallary For Some Form Of Inspiration But Remained In My Single Mental Box With The Door Locked I Stare Out The Palace Walls With The Palce Gaurd Conceling My Love For The Outside Rehlm As I Stare Outside From The Golden Balcony Of Overlooked Stars And Then My Hands Began To Shake As The Palace Crumbled From The Earth Swarmed Reinforced Quake And As I Hit The Floor Blood Swarmed And I Wondered Where I Would Wake)

The Forgotten Stage Pt.One I Stare Down The Hallway, My Fans Screaming My Name, That Echoes Through Broken Corridors, Because Fame Is Two Blame, There's A Pen In My Hand, And Journal In My Back Pocket, And As I Descend Myself Onto The Rising Platform, The Countdown Begins, And Remember What The Good Book Told Me, (Lock The Door Behind You, And Never Let Him In)

Love Light Dreaming Of A Better Day// My Emotions Slither// But Never Swerve// I Keep Them Close, But You Closer// Locked In Your Head// Like Pictures In Forgotten Frames// I Stare At You From A Far// With My Shattered Pictures// And Broken Memories// I Remember When You Cared// I Remember When You Would've Shared// My Love For Your Own// Corrupt Investments Locked In// Like A Pistol With No Trigger// I Love You, Too Much To Let You Go// And So I'll Never be the same// Like The Mass Murder Of Seven Different Hearts// (Oh, Oh, Yeah) You Lay Down Beside Every Deepest Emotion// While On The Inside Of Yourself (Inside)// your light is on the outside, of this house of mirrors// Skilled As Fox// You Lie To My Face// Your Like My Snake// You Never Really Know What's Going On// Basking In The Sun// And Eating Up My Every Word// I'd Run For My #life Too Cause I Am Your Prey// Your Like An Boa Constrictor// Squeezing The Love Outta Me// Locking In On The Smallest Prey// I Breathe My Last Breathe// Before My Emotions Fade// And I Ask You One Question..(Do...You...Love ...Me..Just...Say..//)

Jugmental Renerations All Mighty, We Stand With A Gavel In Our Hands, Ancompanied By #lifes Demands)

Broken Inforcement Apologies From An Apostrophtic Apolitical Future, Concentrated Challises on empty visionary templates, Skilled Dedication To A Self-Destruction Union, Colliding With Interlocked Trivas Of Conductive Constellations Of Ingenuous matters, Cortexs Of Representatives, That Contributed, But Then Falsey Contridict, to society's broken polices, with lost corrupt Political Views, Generally Accepted, Rejected, Ultimately, Interchangeable Future Of Projects Forgetten, Over Stalking, The Needs Of The Population Portable Portait, Corporate Governance, Loaded with parental guidance suggested by the nonpartisan congressional leaders, including the most devastatingly, Treacherous Of A Feeling, Begotten To Forgetful Forces, To A Sober rebellious renunciation, of improvement, of interest)