I throw my masks down in the dark,
giant eyes loom ahead in front of me
as my heels click violence on the floorboards.
My hands brush past the blue velvet curtain
and the fog engulfs my lungs beautifully.
The giant eyes don’t know that I am
not me anymore.
I writhe underneath the make-up as I
slowly forget the skin I hide beneath every morning.
I am all plagued through with you,
you’re all plagued through with him too.
They think I pretend to be who I create
but I am marred by ritual to exist in totality
as the devil in the blueprints.
when I clamber off stage and back
into the darkness.
I don’t know which mask to
put back on.
Repeat Until Satisfied
Repeat until satisfied.
Feed me fire so my tongue burns of the
taste of the words that hang from the tip.
Colour my stagnant limbs like a canvas
and let the surfaced feelings betray me no longer.
Bury me softly and let me speak no more
of phantoms and angels, of beasts and roses.
Unlearn the language I cradle
and let me speak no longer.
Let me feel no longer.
My name is Andrew and I want to change the world.
I want to make everyone see. I want to take away the blinds in front of their eyes and I want to make them see. I want to make the whole world blind.
I’m not talking about not being able to see your two hands in front of you kind of blind. I’m talking about not seeing the differences that our surfaces create kind of blind.
I want to make the whole world blind so that they can see.
I want the entire world to wake up one person at a time and see the beauty that everything actually is.
I want them to see that if you have an apple inside a broken box and an apple inside a golden box, both boxes contain the same apple. We all have the same heart.
We eat the same, we walk the same, we talk the same.
We love the same, we hate the same, we cry the same.
We feel the same, we live the same, we die the same.
The art a throat-stuck junkie in prison makes is the same art that a silk-jacket wearing man in a studio with 3 producers makes. It may not always be better or worse but it’s still the same. It’s still what your heart and soul cries out at you and it’s still what you write down.
It’s what your insides need to create when you’re not spending every second of the day hating yourself for all the things you’re not.
I want the world to see all the good in everything and realize that no one man is in any way better or worse than the other because of the amount of coloured paper he gets deposited into a big box in the sky once a month because we are all the same.
We clothe ourselves in different costumes, we make medals and trophies and give them to each other, we make certificates and gradebooks and pile them up under our feet to be taller than everyone else but beneath all that is the same beating heart. We are the same beating heart.
I want the world to set fire to all the little insecurities and arrogance grown from a shallow life that turn misty before our eyes and plague our ability to see beauty within.
I want the world to tear apart their obsessions with cute boys and hot girls and start loving the kind women and the thoughtful gentlemen.
I want the world to know that our self-worth is not given to us from the kind of man or woman we look like on the outside but the kind of man or women we look like on the inside.
I want the world to forget the disease of fame, forget the need to be seen and forget the need to be heard and just speak. Just trust and speak and not be convinced that no one is listening.
I want, so badly, for the world to see what beauty is.
I want, so badly, for the world to know what beauty is.
It’s a disease.
Engulfs your soul like a kleenex in a flood.
Coats everything in sugar for the world to consume,
rubs the dew off the surface of the glass jar you live inside
so suddenly you’re visible.
So suddenly people know your face, people listen to your voice.
Everything you say becomes beautiful and they take it
and tattoo it across their hearts over and over
and over again.
the 5 billion other people who deserve the love
you give the few.
For in their silence, they cannot be infected.
For in their chaos, they cannot be cured.
So let me sit here and web the inside
of my veins with the medicine,
let my hate decay me to the bones.
I’ll keep the diamonds hidden under my skin
and turn my back on a city of blind men.
Drop your gaze
don’t let it linger.
Don’t you know that all
those parts of me died
when there wasn’t enough love
left to fix them?
Speeding down the highway
to the gutter
and the other holes in the ground,
that’s where I miss home the most.
That’s the only problem
I can’t fix.
And I fear it may be the
one thing that shakes the suave
off my cool.
There will always be a new song
for the rest of my life.
But you make me want to stay
on this tune.
So I’ll shift the needle back
to the outer most
while you let the record
Now you can open your eyes
and see that
you save me,
but you don’t know it.
Verse Verse Chorus
Grant me the eyes of a hawk,
that I may see you through the miles that
though you are close.
Lend me a heart worth saving
and I’ll turn the criminals away.
Give me a day
and we could set fire to the
We’ll comfort our dreams
till we see a room
and a radio.
Feed our fadeaway lunchtimes
and cover them
with the echoes of your
And the whimpers of my falsetto.
Riff me through 6 strings
and take cover.
Bridge my goodbyes with
see you laters
and pretend with me.
Step 3: Embracing the Problem
Cut me loose from the cords,
let the ghosts sneak in.
I am paper thin razor cuts
against a brick wall,
slither through me and
I might tell you my secrets.
Bend the spirits for testing
what it means to be
above the worldly worry.
I am imploding vessels
and calm surrender
all at once.
Push me again.
The world will one day
Orbiting in the inch of
between two poles
Cover me, hide me,
Keep me behind a wall
never to be seen.
Take me to a world
where there are no people.
Dream of blindness with me,
of sensing without seeing.
Of living without being.
Break conscience and break even
then stabilize my condition.
Still the flying shrapnel
inside of me.
I want to be still
even if no life flows.
If you can help me,
I want to be still.