VERSE: D-CODE

Mind in the abyss find the soul at its darkest

Blind to life's bliss, this drags us down the farthest

Twisted visions playing out right behind my sockets

We are made of nothing, atoms at their oddest

This is not an odd jest and I am not an artist

The world has lost its luster, I can no longer progress

Gravity is calling fall like the month of august

Days I never saw, only heard them saying god bless

O4 June 11, calling for a reverend

I can see a climbing gossamer thread bridge up into heaven

These thoughts I imagine were painful enough to end

The everlasting cycles of this planet that seems so barren

Tell me is it true, do the good die young?

I wanted you to grow old and to see your sons

Your daughter and our mother living life undone

Breath in your lungs to sing your songs unsung

Left my little brother on the Sunday of his birthday

Damn that's a cold move, gone in the worst way

Hindsight is 20/20 but this we could not foresee

You were never a burden; do not be warped by worry

When you lose a loved one it's like a part of yourself

You can let it make you strong or put your heart on the shelf

Cherish the time you have, take care of your health

Cause you can take these memories but you cannot take this wealth

HOOK: BLESS

Sometimes pain

Is like a blade stabbing my heart

Back comes change, fill me with rage

Before I start to turn another page

I feel caged by my thoughts

It’s another day, and I’m led astray

Just so you know before I run away

I have prayed, cause I don’t want to throw it all away

Am I sane, or just losing it?

I’m just saying, I can’t escape that I’m actually on this train

It’s too late; man I don’t want to take another second

If you hate or dislike me, I won’t say not a thing about what you might see

It’s not like me, to be fighting

Is it likely, that I’m changing?

Well maybe, or slightly

VERSE: JACOB RUBNITZ

You and I, were across the states patiently waiting to see each other again

Cause you just detoxed; damn it was hot in South Carolina

Until the cold shot, I’m glad that call didn’t drop

Death can be promiscuous, I seek serenity

But after this shit, it seems that it was meant to be

And I know mentally, that’s just something to keep most sane

But I go insane without facing the facts plain

Anyways, that day, you had called me to say

“Hey I’m sober now and I’m feeling the greatest of greats

Feeling the grace of all grace.”

God, I swear that my mind painted your face in that moment

It was shining bright

And that night, my heart light, soaring the heights

Her wings were broken when the winds of death started blowing

Six hours before, you were alive and clean

But death chose to do its thing and put you to sleep

At the bottom of a tele-pole, with your quilt of dirt, where the wind billows

You took that left turn too quick Nick

You took that left turn, you took it

Damn it, did this really happen?

Man, can I rewind this?

The shock is blinding

That truck did a damn good job putting you to sleep

Right beside the street near the crossroads, where you and I fought the bitch of life

You know?

HOOK: BLESS

VERSE: BLESS

Friends are not what I call them

Honestly, I think more of them

To be safe from this horror, I couldn’t recall a much better time or place for all this

The grace of a king that’s a queen

It’s important to me to remember times like these through the hardest of struggles

Please, I’ll remain sober

Believe I can change the way that they think of fame

Put a picture to your face, so the frame’s closer

Picture a perfect painting put up to a mirror

Your reflection isn’t near me, so it can’t be any clearer

Catching criticism, kill them all

Fill the morgue with body bags

They body blacks; we fire back with drive

No denying that the devil’s death is definitely darkening the dastardly

And I’m the insane maniac, please

People paint pictures placing pain & packs of chicks inside the brain instead of peace

Plain and simple, if I change then they’ll cease to know me

If I’m obsolete, it’ll show that I stand here beaten, bloody, battered, defeated

There’s no way they can see I’m slipping into this world

My world is an f’ing trip, so they spin till they start to twirl

And the sight of it makes me sick

You see me begin to hurl a couple knives at my reflection

You don’t know how it feels to have your blood wish your death

Perpetuating the situation of feeling stressed

Planning perfect places for me to escape and get some rest

Hali & Vale said change, as long as you’ll be real

Oh yeah, this is my world, so welcome to D r e a m v i l l e

What’s up?

HOOK: BLESS