1. |
Shards of my Heart
03:17
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Chorus:
Let my eyes express the lies;
Now my heart is in heavy shards.
So, I am betrayed again?
Shards of my heart.
With my hope, I begin to cope.
In my brain I want to hate,
But my heart remains hurt…
Shards of my heart.
Verse 1:
This sorrow’s swollen up.
Too much in my cup.
Abundant, yet not enough.
Everything was going great,
Then it all turned gray.
When did love form into hate?
Verse 2:
How much more pain
Can my heart contain
Before it finds its way (out)?
A score then a miss,
And now all of this
Makes me think love is a myth.
Bridge:
Shards of my heart
Are scattered apart.
And, some are
Close, but some too far.
Shards of my heart
Foster tender art.
Mend them starts,
Then they fall back apart.
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2. |
Down the Drain
03:52
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Chorus:
I get so mad.
The lightning strikes.
Still become sad.
Rain falls from my eyes.
How could you let all that we gathered
Go down the drain like it don’t matter?
Down the drain…
(Ohhh) down the drain…
Verse 1:
We always went with our flow.
That circulation—speed or slow.
Used to be close as H2 and O,
But now you’re in its grasp; and our bond broke.
Pre-Chorus:
When the water rose,
You were my lifeboat.
Flush me…
Verse 2:
Memories are dizzy; scripts of arguments blare.
Feels like forgotten things; now you don’t seem to care.
You know how much you drained me, or are you unaware?
But, when I think about that I glare.
Bridge:
Act like it’s fine.
Won’t tell me why.
My heart gets mean
To blow off heat.
When did your veins fill with ice?
Don’t tell me your truth with lies.
…I’m flushed.
Closing Chorus:
I get so mad.
The lightning strikes.
Still become sad.
Rain falls from my eyes.
Now you’re clogged from me;
My hands washed clean.
The heart of the storm screams!
It’s better to be clean!
How could you let all that we gathered
Go down the drain like it don’t matter?
Down the drain…
(Ohhh) down the drain…
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3. |
Tech
03:16
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Verse 1:
I know what it feels like
When life stabs like a knife.
Sometimes I feel psychic,
Though it’s not always accurate.
Visions are impaired visually.
It’s strangely satisfying.
May not have patience/patients,
But I can provide assistance.
Chorus:
Technology.
Technicalities.
Technically no charts of techniques
For technicians to keep.
I can be your tech to serve,
I’ll use my tech—observe.
As I am monitored,
I evaluate.
Use me as an instrument to regulate.
Verse 2:
Don’t mind my in-your-face mouth.
I’m only trying to help you out.
My jaw can break just about
Anything—I’m vocally loud.
Trauma can be suicidal.
Use me for your revival.
Abort this corrupt practice.
Fusion of new procedures—tactics.
Bridge:
Digits and screens
Meet digital screens.
Don’t let them perish in vain;
Salvage the antidote for deception.
All their cords/chords entangle me and feign.
Savages nurture vile conception.
Don’t harm the name.
Incarcerated in this ward of dismal cognition.
Through my fingers slips ailment of the maimed.
Attempting to reposition.
Be bandage and tape
For protection.
Don’t be deadweight,
Be sedation.
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4. |
Wear Your Scars
03:36
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Verse 1:
Feeling alone.
You fake a smile; you have no control.
Heart’s shape confused…
Not exactly sure what or who.
Pre-Chorus:
But, don’t end you…
Chorus:
Wear your scars
Like tattoos.
Reveal your heart.
Calm the bruise.
And, you may need
Something more than love.
Got such a story;
Alive after attempts of…
So, wear your scars
Sense the light with the dark.
Verse 2:
Colors’ voices.
Felt like you’re coding, but got to stretch.
All of your mistakes
Are simply knowledge gained.
Pre-Chorus:
Just hold to sane…
Bridge:
All of your pain is
Locked inside your chest.
Mental clarification.
Use your life—open casket.
And, you have a friend.
Go to Him.
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Verse 1:
My heart used love attack on me,
But I refuse to swallow defeat.
Allowing its prevail makes me feel weak,
But maybe my famished heart needs to eat.
This diagnosis is fatal to me, so
I send my feelings into comatose.
Pre-Chorus:
Allergic to affection
With love’s redirection.
Chorus:
Signs soaked in subtlety.
Love unsought; reluctantly
Agree, but each cavity of me
Is already full completely…
Or so I think.
From this love, I no longer drink.
To physically feel;
The emotional meal.
I use my heart in a different way.
A punch and a kick from the ace.
Verse 2:
I apologize, though I warned you ’til
All I feel now is inflamed guilt.
Tried to divert it, but spare you. I felt
Caged like our hearts, but they still spilled.
Aimed to save you while disregarding
Silent instruction to be
Pre-Chorus:
Obeyed—inject this as serum of truth;
My heart used love attack for you.
Bridge:
My heart used love attack before.
After a while, I’m always sore.
Always question my feelings—I admit.
Crave it when I see it, but rid it when I get it.
As hard as I am to digest,
Love eats at me regardless.
I fast it only to jest.
Try to be inedible and hardest.
When I restore, I evade the adore act.
With agility, my heart used love attack.
Closing Chorus:
Signs soaked in subtlety.
Love unsought; reluctantly
Agree, but each cavity of me
Is already full completely…
Or so I think.
From this love, I no longer drink.
To physically feel;
The emotional meal.
Don’t want to take over-the-counter love;
Only will fill prescription.
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6. |
Blood
03:08
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Verse 1:
It really sucks when
You’re so angry, and
Can’t do anything about it.
Provoke beyond the point;
Murders any joy.
Malice becomes your favorite toy.
Chorus:
When your emotions collide,
And you can feel your blood inside.
Heart secretes dark from the crime.
Your blood burns to fire.
Your love turns a liar,
But you can feel in your blood—that desire…
Verse 2:
(To) despise their guts,
And want to draw blood.
Not just a scratch, but colored cuts.
Rage in your veins.
Fire begins its reign.
You get this feeling, don’t want to tame.
Bridge 1:
That you shouldn’t have.
All vessels held back
Even though you’re mad.
It clots, then sinks in.
Can’t purify sin.
Dialysis of you and them.
Bridge 2:
Transfuse this pressure
With the sugar.
Difficult to be the lover.
Let my heart pump love
Instead of vengeance blood,
‘Cause it ain’t mine to take possession.
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7. |
Muscle
03:54
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Verse 1:
My heart beats,
I can’t see;
Hallucinations surrounding me.
I can’t speak;
Can barely breathe.
Feel a grip strangling me.
Paralysis of my whole body.
The struggle presses; can’t pierce free…
Chorus:
Jesus, my muscle
I can’t live without.
I have my flesh, but with no muscle
All I’m left is doubt.
Like I’m all alone.
Stuck in a danger zone
Filled with woe
And creatures unknown.
Feels like I’m being choked.
Spasms—I’m about to let go.
Want reconnection of my soul.
I need my muscle.
Verse 2:
Curse the demons
With speech.
His name; my plea.
Flex in me,
Through my body
Like nervous circuitry.
The organs playing to the
Song the heart will sing.
Bridge:
Spiritual atrophy…
These nights are eerie…
My heart beats me.
Sleep to dream again;
Wake to tire then.
In this fatigue, Your worst
Is what I deserve.
Felt the evil’s presence.
I know there are villains.
Focus on You then,
And it vanishes…
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8. |
Hollow Language
03:21
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Verse 1:
It’s so painful when
Everything reminds you
Of the people who went,
And forced it on you.
It hurts the most
When everything you know of them
Is a ghost;
A faded memory suspended in…
Chorus:
Hollow language—
Empty heart chambers.
Hollow language—
No longer heard.
Verse 2:
Vacant breathe persuaded me
I’d never be abandoned.
Not for anybody—
Unforeseen and random.
Chapped it is—
My dried heart in
You jabbed a pin
’Til my regret creates medicine (for)…
Bridge:
I don’t speak your native tongue.
I’m not fluent in dishonesty.
To me, it’s foreign.
Hollow language.
What I have learned.
Hollow language—
Dead at its birth.
Hollow language.
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9. |
The Virus
03:12
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Verse 1:
Death is maturing,
So no procrastinating.
There’s no known deadlines,
But we could be their lifelines.
Immune to certain disease,
But illness is able to please.
Can’t be nursed back to health;
Been shot, and no shot will help.
Pre-Chorus:
The mind and soul connecting;
Patching physical bodies,
But culture is drugged;
That we’re only mortal of…
Chorus:
We are human, and the virus went
Viral—it’s taking over systems.
This is the ex rate.
We should be the synapse;
The cure for the relapse.
In the weakened state.
These generations make me sick.
Behavior’s international—the virus.
Verse 2:
Stated by psychological,
These people are insane.
It’s not logical,
But humanity’s the membrane.
Complications bleeding out all over me.
No pill or vaccine make it seize.
How can I condemn You
After all that You do?
Pre-Chorus:
I thirst for vanity;
Hunger for purity.
Popular, contagious bug.
We tend to shoot transgression up.
Bridge:
In cellular connection,
Each cell has infection.
Former zigzags—
Those lines dropped flat.
Addicted to the scare.
Comfort in the care.
This is vital;
The virus went viral.
More than medical—
It’s a deadly chemical.
Prescribing spiritual—
The virus went viral.
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10. |
In Remembrance
03:35
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Verse 1:
There we were, and
It felt like we just met.
Frightened of the viewing of a death.
Things seen and grieved;
Spirit’s beginning and ended.
Graveyards take a familiar, new meaning.
Chorus:
How do I operate
In this operation?
Guide beyond the grave,
Interpreting situations.
You, so grand and great.
As I coordinate;
In remembrance.
I yearn for you are home and honored
In remembrance.
Verse 2:
Sometimes we seek
Too deep to see.
Our eyes are so blind to the blessings.
Asleep at the wake,
Yet so lively.
Everything fades as you are deceased.
Bridge:
This is the injury—
Emotive fatality.
Something so sacred to me
Are these memories.
Shyness learns to hide then.
Emotions thrive in motion.
In remembrance…
In remembrance…
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11. |
Sketching Bones
03:52
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Verse 1:
People say you can’t
Discharge emotion—
I can.
And, I can’t even
Tolerate myself or me,
But it’s mandatory.
Feels like I trust too much,
Yet don't know when to trust.
All because
People are unjust.
Pulse it back from the cardiac.
Arrest my maniac
For criminal acts.
Pre-Chorus:
Trace the lines to cover them.
Being broken, I am cast in.
Chorus:
Sketching bones
Of my eternity.
Sketching bones
Of society.
Keep thinking outside of my skull,
But pencils are getting dull.
Can’t handle what’s in my hands.
Skeletons of schemes work for no man.
Decided to transmit these to You to aid from me.
Nails that nailed the nails.
Verse 2:
Cleanse me—
Though I don't want to be.
Help me find identity.
The curse is to think.
Skin clothes
Sin deep in my marrow.
Impulse idea seemed sound,
But we’re on hiatus now.
When these were borne didn't know what to do.
I’m transplanting You into.
In remission;
I’m detached.
Feel the incision before they crack.
Bridge:
I believe things happen for reasons.
I know I don't always comprehend.
I was drawn up for a purpose.
Not conscious of what that worth is.
Every strategy of mine fractures,
But Your abilities don’t rupture.
I keep digging my own graves.
It’s an inevitable, inherited trait.
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12. |
Static
03:26
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Verse 1:
Last heart—the end,
Yet time to begin.
Which course do I go?
All these years blurred into fears;
Lord, help me know.
It’s been the best,
And the worst.
Now is the last,
Next is the first.
Pre-Chorus:
Depression dissolving;
Would extinction of me
Poison anxiety?
Chorus:
Currently it feels like lungs can’t breathe
Deep enough to be relieved.
All this static in my way.
Can’t see—blurry. Hearing deaf by fate.
It’s all I’m seeing; all I’m hearing.
Don't know where to move I’m static.
Verse 2:
Don’t want to change,
Only remain.
Admit the degree.
Wisdom is ahead.
Experience is bred.
Attack of stupidity.
It all seems safe
From a distance.
Though, the ache
Comes from listening.
Pre-Chorus:
Attempt to listen,
And then try to pretend
To understand.
Bridge:
Near unconsciousness;
Fears and stress.
Static, but cling
To the King.
In static and shock;
Discharging the block.
Too unstable to be homeostatic.
Stat, I need assistance.
I’m not ecstatic like everybody else—
I’m static to myself…
(I am…)
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13. |
The Keys to Heal
03:42
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Verse 1:
Flee the warden of
This asylum love.
Hearts are ignorant,
And minds like to pretend.
Straightjacket on the soul.
Bathed in different polls.
The corpse of rumors breeds;
Starve news for the feed.
Chorus:
Learning that life
Begins how it ends.
Maybe can I
Regain innocence,
And heal?
Heal me.
The feel.
The keys
To heal.
Verse 2:
Unchain restrained me.
I hear all the screams.
Internal walls from within.
Can’t exactly pinpoint it.
I’m externally stained,
But that’s my coat of paint.
Oil’s use anointed.
Phobia blocked by sadness.
Bridge:
My mind don’t mind
Me, but I don’t mind.
Diagnosed fascination to find
Addiction and wellness are as wine.
The kindred love is sworn,
But somebody’s word’s no good no more.
Vows are required, and some sore.
When they’re morbid, they turn to gore.
People come and go or stay.
Live to die; some love then vacate.
And, I’m causing new wounds from
Trying to heal the old sum.
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14. |
Therapy (Tx)
03:58
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Verse 1:
Got too close, let it walk too long.
Stunting growth—each card dealt wrong.
These gaits hold us from
Abandoning the bottom.
So many crippled thoughts
Decay us as they rot.
Contentment is severed from us—
Join temporary conceals the disgust.
Pre-Chorus:
The host of tragedy
Soon will lie comedy,
And through suffering,
Found is the relief.
Chorus:
Becoming feeble, frail.
We need therapy;
Heartache on repeat.
Our hearts need wheelchairs,
So they can rest
While on they press.
Rehabilitation treatments;
Getting old with weakness.
Dramatic and stressed—
Seek all therapists.
Verse 2:
Previous escapes are now what home was.
Descriptions relayed; pointless now to use their crutch.
Comforting, but too comfortable.
To treat us as your own—vulnerable.
Awkward and chronic sensitivity.
Stroked to raw tissue—not soothing.
Facilities with you were too padded.
Freedom tastes sour, but therapeutic.
Pre-Chorus:
Interrogating intelligence—
Trust in my discernment.
Immaturity is endless,
And surgery can’t remove it.
Bridge:
I am having phantom pain.
You're amputated, but pain remains.
Simple or complicated—
Making yourself nauseated.
Fear of feeling with each strike.
Stand clear, or teeth will grind.
Brace myself for this.
Utilize all the senses…
Nerves become electric when
I speak through frowns and grins.
I am broken, but I breathe.
Tremors of emotions begin to bleed.
Bring me back to prior function;
Save my heart from deterioration.
Somehow, I love through the hate—
Therapy of pain and rage.
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15. |
Barefoot Mentality
03:36
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Verse 1:
I may not endorse it,
But I don’t force this.
Beliefs are different—
Who truly understands them?
Fight for the right,
Not more rights.
Nobody’s entitled;
We’re recycled.
All these politics
Stir both lunatics.
Chorus:
Heart and brain have a difference.
Know which is thinking.
It’s agony to hold my tongue—
Want them all to overdose on my opinions.
You were given that freedom too,
So let them choose.
Don’t want this man-made heart anymore.
The heart of evil creeps in by the pore.
Stubborn hearts are calloused with quarreling,
And I’m running in with barefoot mentality.
Verse 2:
Should be balance
Between them.
Optimistic phase;
Pessimistic craze.
Wrote my sins;
You also wrote them.
Know your faults
Before you call me false.
Nobody deserves but to burn—
Everybody learn.
Bridge:
Their actions are sinister, but
Mine are devious.
They try to manipulate.
Hypocrisy complicates.
The anatomy of it
Can’t be dissected.
Riots vandalize morality.
Armed with barefoot mentality.
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Zachx Pensacola, Florida
Jesus. Artist. Therapist.
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