The Reclamation Here lie the remnants.towers once tall and yearning,fires long since quenched their burning,now grow vineson what's left behindof the city.Nothing left to torment.the limit of human audacityto hide from the depravityin buildings highbreaching the skyand nature's dignity.
Away plug me into my visionswhere I never feel the painof living, caring, losing,and the colors never drainaway.plug me into a worldwhere I can forget this one existsthe killing, hating, betraying;my friends waiting to whiskme away.
Switch In My Head the enemy's gate is down,and my head is up...in the clouds,in the sky,and I'm passing o'er the battle high,but never high enough.throw the switch in my headand turn the world about...once o'er the ground,now upside-downand the battle rains down instead;now has too far to drop.
Dirty Beauty pollution makes it pretty,lights the sky with fire and ice,coats the world as we watch it,perhaps it's worth the price.I wish I had mountainsthat I could see from my town,but all I get are cloudswhen they merge with the ground.