Melt Your Memory

There comes a time when the only thing we can do is let go. 

~ Ease your mind. ~

We're diseased to be mortal. 

We're cursed to remember. 

There's no definition of normal. 

There's no such anecdote for the cure. 

There's scenes playing in our minds,

Taunting us from better days.

Reminding us of what we can't find.

Reminding us of what's taken away.

We're grasping onto the past now,

So tightly with our callus fists

That we're bleeding out cries,

With nails jammed into wrists.

All it takes is the notion of release,

Letting go of the pressure

In our fists causing the replay of scenes. 

Finally free, evil will be pure pleasure. 

If we forget the ability to think,

It'll just melt your memory away.

The scenes that have been links

To the past will no longer cause any pain.

There will no longer be a chain

Caging you with your demons.

No ties binding minds to the insane,

Lost in the ills of your own freedoms.

Easier said than played out

Because the mind is a funny thing.

To forget, we take purple pills now.

To forget, we become numb to the scenes.

We fall deeply into a dark sleep.

Deeper into our greatest fantasies.

We grasp onto the memories we keep.

We grasp onto thoughts of finding peace.

Pedestal

Everyone has their own secrets they hide from the world. 

~ You're not the only one. ~

They put you on a pedestal,

Like you're made of porcelain.

Keeping up the mirage was hard,

But they believed the lines you said.

They put you on a pedestal,

Like there was something else to see. 

You play all your parts very nice,

But stab a knife in their backs as you leave.

You think you're on a pedestal,

But you're not porcelain.

You make up all the rules,

A master over all your friends.

They put you on a pedestal,

But I don't think there's anything to see. 

I'm the one who's china-made. 

But I'm not cracking like you need.  

They put you on a pedestal

Cause you pretend to be porcelain,

Just to play the rules your way.

There's so much you need to mend.

They put you on a pedestal.

Outside, there's a mirage to see.

You think that praise is all there is.

So, you pretend you're someone you'll never be.

They put us on a pedestal

Because everyone is porcelain.

We all get broken and damaged,

But we have to know when it's time to mend. 

They put us on a pedestal.

Everyone has something to see.

We all get broken and damaged,

But we have to know when it's time to admit defeat. 

The Land of No Return

Everyone has been to their own land of no return before.

~ Come back. ~

I was relying too much on the demons that plagued me.

A thousand times I bled, thinking it the only way to save me.

They kept cutting deeper, and I relied on the beautiful pain.

I slipped more into your darkness, thinking it was the only way.

Thinking it was the only way.

There have been thorns on roses we've been so daring to touch.

They left scars on our calloused hearts, but our minds became drugged.

So, we took on a strange addiction, quickly stealing our souls away.

We've been persuaded we would stay static, but out minds became insane.

Quickly stealing our souls away.

We've gone to the Land of No Return, falling down a thorny rabbit hole.

We've seen such visions and actions that only we're smart enough to know.

Time and time again, we've become accustomed to the same pattern.

We still like to play with fire, but only so we can feel the burn.

Accustomed to the same pattern. 

But this is the way that we needed it to be, isn't it?

Isn't it the demons and the chaos that we found complete comfort in?

Aren't they the ones who helped us cope when we thought we couldn't?

No. In reality, we shot the gun as we were taking their bullets.

Taking their bullets.

We're all relying too much on the demons that plague us.

Bleeding a thousand times, they'll never save us.

It seems as though we're all just slaves to our own afflictions.

We're old enough now to learn to break free from our additions.

Break free from our addictions.

The Land of No Return seems like such a beautiful place.

I've learned it is just a hideout for all the demons we won't face.

Now we're not fooled by a craving so tempting and taunting. 

We realized there was something much better we could be wanting. 

So tempting and taunting. 

I've been to The Land of No Return and back again. 

It's an experience not many can comprehend.

We're back now, but afraid we'll find it again one day. 

At least now we know that it's not the only way. 

Not the only way. 

Magnets

It's time to follow the energy that has been pulling you.

~ Trust fate. ~

Our lives are two attracting magnets

that fate decided to cling together.

In a realm filled with static,

we never thought it could get better.

But it needed to.

There's a pull of attraction, 

a force we can feel so strong.

It's some sort of chemical reaction

driving us to pursue on. 

Like it wanted us to.

We're both from mines of iron

where we've been cut and bruised,

working hard to impress liars,

who would only leave us feeling used.

But we had to.

Finally we saw a spark,

a small flame igniting in the sky.

The thought was very far,

but we chased it like a high.

Cause we needed to.

It's daunting, but electric, 

a feeling we've never felt in our lives.

It's pulling us, so magnetic,

so we know we have finally arrived.

Where we needed to.

I think it's more than just attraction,

like some act of a higher plan, 

that brought us to compassion,

something only we can understand.

And we needed to.

It's incredible what fate produced,

like two magnets meant to be.

Now it's clear I saved you

because you're the one who saved me.

And I needed it.