Plastic Existence

Plastic existence
what's real anymore
media mind control
All we think, read, see
So what's left
Let it be
But no they can't do that
they have to take
more, and more
take it all.
Everytime I have a thought
It goes out the window.

Guess This is Life

Places, places call out to my soul
Nothing holds me back from discovery
And my journey makes me whole

People,
people stranded in their lives
Perpetuating tradition and hormones
Men take
and women become wives

{chorus} Huh...guess this is life
Said...huh, huh, huh, huh,
Yeah this is life.

Frankly, frankly I don't give a hoot
So the days fly by lonely, introspective
But stating that fact is a point rendered moot.
It's a bag of mixed emotions everytime someone says "you're cute".

{Chorus}

People,
people become so soulless in places
Places that I've been.
Regaining meaning in my reflections
A memorial again.
Many wouldn't believe what they mean to me
And society won't let me show
and they'll never see.

{Chorus}Repeat

Frosted Pain

Frosted Pain
Driving me insane
Blurrs my sight
Of what I'm seeing there
Frosted Pain
Cold diffusion of the truth
I'm cracking, breaking loose
Frosted Pain
Frozen window to your soul
Glass shatters beyond my control
Frosted Pain
Glows in the night
Drawing my attention towards its light
You set a trap
I try to step back
But I'm cut by frosty glass...
turning into
FROSTED PAIN!