No sugar just salt

daily casualties
misconceptions break truths
when the first bullet rattles the seize fire
both sides hold blame
like two hidden aces held by different hands.

Wish I knew what you were looking for
But than again I wish I knew what I was looking for.

So many doors
all conceal prospective
judgment a human defensive when differences make the innocent insecure
A social balance
but the magnetic drive is not set to the sounds of drums but to the sounds of fading trumpets.
and we march on.

Drama will not die it breeds in the hearts of the ungrateful
determined to live on a wire
easily the past can push any back from that blinking green light.

Not better substitution than reality the only teacher that we need here.
so much of the wrong substance did i feed my brain
So we play the waiting game
with full plates and empty hearts
caged in and the spectators are the ones we share our life's with
a joyful occasion
watching souls looking for that perfect dotted line.

Sing for the bloody salvation because at nights end we go alone.
The bed might be warm the opposite side but the words are put away for a reason
The one thing about life is if we cant be safe with ourselves we are doomed
like a locked room its time too live with the noise you make.

Hate to describe the position of my politeness
but I have laid enough plots down to be guilty just by simple design
like the sign I will hold tomorrow "I have no more lemonade just my opinions".