Hearts of Robots

Today we reconciled
Today you made me smile
Just like clockwork
I fear when things turn for the worse

He is trying to break me down
Just so he can build me up
I understand he needs me to be strong
But what is he preparing me for

Don't speak
You're such a liar
Is your heart non-existant
Black as ashes

What is human

The hum of the engine
I couldn't silence it
We can never silence it
Silence is nothing
But we are always something

Are we human

I can feel the cold
I can feel it break me
I can hear the pulse
I can hear it sing me to sleep

Am I human

God never intended for us to be his robots
God never wanted us to be his machines
God makes us
But we control us

I can hear your heart beat
I can hear your machine tick
I can be so cruel to you
We have the hearts of robots

We were never human

Aphrodite

I can't think straight
Today I met my match
I can't think straight
Today they took it too far

I feel trapped
I feel isolated
I feel betrayed
I feel broken

Worthless, Aphrodite

The earth could have fell through the floor
I was so angry with the both of you
The earth could have feel through the floor
It wouldn't have fazed me at all

I need to run away
Let's make a puzzle of the highway
We did that one Friday night
All the lights were a beautiful haze
I need to go far

I didn't want to see you in the hallway
I didn't want to run into you on the sidewalk
I didn't want to talk to you during my impatience
I didn't want to fight you through the telephone

They took everything too far
I've reached my breaking point
I lost all strength to fight
I knew it was over
Today I met my match

Don't demand me
Don't pursue me
Let me drown
Maybe I'll learn how to swim

You can't think straight
You've been trying to reach me
You can't think straight
I'm absent and I'm lost

Worthless, Aphrodite

The Earth could have fell through the floor
I was so angry

Route Four

This constant ringing makes me sick. Let's just cut the coated wire of connection, because the whole world doesn't need to be held at our mercy. They leave like the strangers of a subway train. These strangers only travel to get from point a to point b, just like you. I made the mistake of talking to one of these strangers, getting to know one of these strangers. It's getting loud in here; the spark created by the metal on metal contact echoes throughout this train of mine. You pull the bell, it's your stop. Your icy cold stare eats through me as you become one of those strangers. Just like them, you got off at your point b never to be heard from again. Why? People are fleeting. Moments are fleeting. Life is fleeting. Maybe she wants to go, and if she does than I don't need her. Maybe I want to shove the moments we shared into her torn suitcase, but memories are something I can't erase. Maybe life is fleeting, but I'm not going to sit back and watch it slip away from me. You might be gone, but the subway doesn't stop just because you did.

The conductor of route four can't be seduced without a ticket.

Weekends

Those tires are talking now
She can feel the vibrations
And creases are stained yellow

She's in downtown London
The stereos are screaming
And her body temperature's rising

Home is something distant
She is slipping away
And these miles battle years

Everything looks the same here
Everything is so empty

Towers are planted
Signal them
Towers are planted
Signal the rulers of the sky

One, two, three
The red eye is blinking

Towers are planted
Save them
Towers are planted
Save the rulers of the sky

Watch as the pretty lights dance
Red, green, blue, white
They paint this place

The television is talking again
Look at those dirty shoes
And look at their dirty smiles

I want him
I need him
I miss him

It's the weekend
Let's not celebrate it

Weekends just aren't the same without you

Stitches

You're her friend, princess
Hide the truth behind your lies
And face the world with your torn down image

Beat her down, princess
Flaunt what she can't
And take what she has

Center of attention, princess
It's time for another quick fix
And he means nothing to you

You're so fictitious
You could break glass

Suck it up, princess
Let's peel back the layers of your plastic skin
And let's see if you feel something

Break yourself, princess
Cut yourself open
And watch yourself bleed

Don't stitch yourself up though, princess
Lessons in suicide are nothing new for you
And you will never be the same girl from four years ago

Take your pretty pink nails to the tiled walls, filthy whore

Neon Messenger

He is my neon messenger
He is the sign
He is the artist

My slumber is stained with little thoughts of misconstruction

Travel voices, travel
Swim through the static network manufactured by strangers
In this static network sculpted of strangers
You will find me

Drown me voices, drown me
Cut their lifeline
Make them flatline
And leave them silent

It burns, blinds, and incinerates
My mistakes ignite you
And my mistakes ignite me

Your mind is stained with little thoughts of misconstruction

It's so cold in this place
It's so empty in this house
Let the spark flicker
Let the spark spread

I go right
You fall behind
She listened to your silence that whispered weakness
She listened to your silence that whispered love

Maps love you, my neon messenger

Never Dance Upon His Grave, It's Not Polite

Mr. Grave Digger walk me slowly, let your lantern burn bright. How am I suppose to trust you though, Mr. Grave Digger? Today you kept his secret. The car in the parking lot should have been bathed in rain, because you aren't allowed to steal her tears. The white lines were the only division of direction between her and my haunted past; her stolen tears should have washed them clean. Perhaps if the raindrops chose to dance, their illusion would have been enough to divert her attention from the left. I suppose we'll never know, it's too late now. Wrong turn after wrong turn, why does fate have such a cold touch, Mr. Grave Digger? There was no rain. There was nothing cascading upon the smooth glass protecting her from the real world, from the same seemingly unknown surroundings of her past. There was nothing letting the glass bleed, letting the glass clot, letting the glass heal. The cold-blooded fate would never spill her tears to protect innocence; self-sacrifice is its only desired quality.

You always intended for innocence to be broken, Mr. Grave Digger. He was just borderline a silhouette, a silhouette corrupt. His skeleton was constructed with such detail, with paint so angrily thrown upon him, she was forced to remember. It seems as though she isn't allowed to forget. I remember him well. I remember what it felt like when the truth finally seeped through the barrier which blinded me from his reality, so many wasted months just a blur. I let his ink bleed and I let his ink fade, but the ink can only bleed until the paper heals. The ink can only fade until the paper attempts to reconstruct. She is attempting to reconstruct with the pieces of past destruction, and her little soul is unaware this paper will always read the same. I remember everything; he has made a home within my cobwebbed memory of ancient business. If I can remember everything so well, why can't I remember to forget? I'll be alright.

I've come to realize, one skeleton can have only so many graves.