Numb, Empty Eyes

You can make me feel so high, I would die if I fell

and you can make me feel so low like I'm swimming in hell

but when the phone finally rings and you are clear as crystal

all I can feel inside now is like a stone cold pistol.

There was once when one and one always made two 

but when I look around now, I no longer see you.

And I don't even know how I should feel

cause being alone still seems so unreal. 

Well, I know I'm gonna make it, I'm too stubborn otherwise

but when you look at me, you may find empty eyes,

being numb can sometimes have its benefits

cause sometimes there's no other way of keepin' my wits.

But it makes it kinda tough to ever love again

Don't wanna be run over by a reality train

To think all is fine and dandy, and life is all grand

only to find out I had my head stuck in the sand.

Well I think I still have sand grains stuck in my eyes

cause I personally thought that I was a pretty good prize

held you up on the pedestal of a living queen

made lovin' you part of my daily routine.

Guess its time to learn a whole new way of livin'

cause I still got lots of love that really worth givin'

so if you find that you really want to step aside

I'll make the hurting of the world my new lovin' bride. 

Our Queen, Our Home, Our Mother Earth

Father God and Mother Earth

if you had known before our birth

that we would rape and plunder our own Earth Mother

kill and steal for greed, our sisters and brothers,

Would you have created us anyway

or waited for just one more day

and maybe considered that mankind

would be arrogant, overbearing, not intertwined.

Set apart from the rest of your creation

but consider nature their own pissing station.

Do you groan now and shake your head

thinking maybe Mother would prosper if only we were dead?

Do you regret when you made us from the clay

do we disappoint because we disobey?

Do you discuss among yourselves how we learned to hate

make war, make signs, instead of trying to relate.

Have you noticed that its easier for us to feel anger

than compassion when we see our Mother in danger?

Just what kind of selfish children have we become

what kind of hateful, hurtful, raping scum?

But as always, there is good among the bad

the children you are proud and happy you had

and for them you keep the population alive

and give them a chance to make peace revive.

Their voices quiet and scattered until one day

they find each other and start to pray

for guidance and protection in protecting for all we are worth

our Queen, our Home, our Mother Earth.