Unicorn Echo Siren

Its the echo that drives me mad....

Telling me thing everything that is wrong
Forgetting all of the words to my songs
Bouncing off of light in the darkness
Leaving me all crinkled and starchless
I try to iron out the sound waves
But the echo takes me into crazy ways
I am doing things I wouldn't normally do
I am taking blame for your actions as well as mine too

What am I doing here?
I am blind folded by your fear
I can hear your heart beating
and all sense of courage retreating
Its ok we're going to a better place
Where the traces of this life can be erased
A place where you are forgiven within
For a life of worldly sins
How can we dare to forgive and love?
That is what I think when there are talks of heaven above

We want to make this world a Utopian society
Instead, I would rather just die quietly
Leave no footprint behind as I walk
Who am I kidding that is all just talk.....
It is the echo making me crazy
I hope these echoing halls will one day save me
I am walking toward the light but I still hear voices
Maybe that is the echo of all my bad choices.......

Counterfeit Quarter Life Theif

If I must I will find it
If I can't I'll make a counterfit
I can copy the original
Without being pretentious and cynical
I won't even take credit for it
Not like YOU really give a shit.

And so I march on down the road most traveled
Looking for shortcuts in the eyes of the lost
And seemingly the only thing that I have gathered
Is that living my life seems to come at a pretty expensive cost.

If I take it before it is built
Can you imprint my name into this quilt?
A patch for my birth would be great
Maybe even a picture to remember today's date
I just want a sense of who I am
Instead of a different me for a different scam.

I mean it is good to be flexible
And to fit in right?
But I can only bend so far
and then I break at night.

You could black out the sun with my fear alone
Like an undercover agent I feel that my cover is blown

The spy has been taken hostage and subject to torture

With the fire burning bright you watch in the darkness
I mean what the hell could you have done?
The spy gathers every bit of courage that he can harness
Looks you deep in the eyes and you realize what you've become.

I was the one who was the rat?
Oh my god I wish I can take it back!
I wish I could make things like they used to be
When I was young and nieve was the way to see.