They asked if I had any final words. White dress, wide-eyed, legacy. Nothing could stop me now, but somehow I'm still lost. There's nothing left for me here, it's time to move on. Swan song, swan song. Try to wish at the well, but my two cents are gone. Swan song, swan song. Plagued by touch that never made contact. I don't mind being this anymore because I've realized no one else ever notices. There's nothing left for me here, it's time to move on. Swan song, swan song. Try to wish at the well, but my two cents are gone. Swan song, swan song. Call it what you will. A disease without a cure. A home without a foundation. A life without a purpose. A sky without the stars. The loneliest of souls. Just because I'm on the shelf does not mean that I am for sale.

You rise. Like the stars pierce the night. Like the sun in the sky, you rise. Like the sun in the sky, you’re above me, glowing and pure. Like the sun in the sky, the vacant blue holds you in place. Like the sun in the sky, I see you watch me, empty and sad. Like the sun in the sky, you leave me heavy and dry. Like the sun in the sky, you pass nearer every day. Like the sun in the sky, you blind. Like the sun in the sky, you cast shadows wherever you are. Like the sun in the sky, you rise. Bearing down on me. Kiss my skin. Kiss my skin. Beads of sweat pool between us. Let me in. Let me in. The world’s darker when you’re fading. Where’ve you been? Where’ve you been? I want to feel you next to me. Growing thin. Growing thin.

Trapped in my own body I taste the desire to be who I was. I feel the wind under my wings but know there's no way to fly anymore. The wind pushes through my sails and kisses the salt of the air. Let me sink, just set me free. I'm a prisoner, can't you see? I'm locked in myself but can't find the key. There's the person I am and then there's who I want to be. If I was made for this then I can be unmade. I'll sink with the anchor and know the ocean floor. Let me sink, just set me free. I'm a prisoner, can't you see? I'm locked in myself but can't find the key. There's the person I am and then there's who I want to be. As I spread my wings just one last time I wish I had what was always mine.

I can feel you. I know the clocks have stopped their ticking. I know that time’s stood still. I know I’ve lost touch with everything I once held close to me. I know my search is now hopeless. I know I won’t find you. I know you’re lost forever. I know I feel empty. I know you feel nothing. I know it was once real. I don’t know you anymore.

Ice on my tongue. Ice in my veins. The words have frozen in the air and fallen to the ground. I see your silhouette, but the curtain never moves. I fear I've gone insane. You heard me say the words without the guts to prove. I fear you've walked away. Be honest, you never wanted to hear my words. Feel free to pull away from me. You know if you ever wanted to find me again I'd be waiting. Wake under infrared. Drape your skin on the radiator. Reverse ecdysis. Stretch your suit over your scales. They live. Order mealworms from your lackey. Claw his face if he starts slacking. Stretch your tongue, crunch them all. Eat your fill for mankind's fall. Pose for photos with your family fauxs. And lick your hot young daughter's nose. A sucker for some sex abuse but first an interview with Fox news. Tell them that they want to hurt us and tell them only you can save us. Tell them she can only lie and tell them he's a muslim guy. They say you are just a racist. Maybe more than you are sexist. But, you genius, you can hide. The biggest truth from all their eyes I see your silhouette, but the curtain never moves. I fear I've gone insane. You heard me say the words without the guts to prove. I fear you've walked away. Good-bye to my sense of self-worth. It's a shame I can't keep it from getting worse. If I told you once, I told you a thousand times. I built these walls around me so I'd never cross that line. Underneath your orange suit from Buffalo Bill's, you're a fucking lizard. I promise, no matter the way things are, they can always be different.

Weightless. Floating away from, all the dreams you planted in my head I know will never be reality. I recall a time when we were equal. Before I lowered myself. I’ve been trying to climb back toward you. But you’re too far now. Now I’m stuck here feeling, numb.

Fire-breather, speak your piece, we've waited all night for you. The needles from your eyes, I feel them pierce my skin. Fire-breather, you coat my lungs with ash. Stand before me as I battle your words and scorn. Underground, we hide, heroes for the living, the envy of the dead. What we once called our homes we now call our graves. Who we once called our friends we now call our slaves. Living moment to moment

I’ve forgotten how to not feel alone. Company’s forfeit, I’m left in the cold. So turn away from me now. I won’t try to keep you from leaving. The key was finding out myself, that there’s no cure for what I’ve become. I want to believe I’ll find it in you, but every time I look I just find something new. New reasons to be scared that this is permanent. New reasons to believe that it’s just how I am. I’ve done it before. I’ll do it again. I’m stuck in my head. With the feeling that, no matter how close I get, I’ll never get there, Don’t try to keep me breathing. I’ve lost faith in what I could be. Now I don’t dare become anything. I don’t dare become anything at all. Remi: My one resolve was to protect everyone I loved. So why could I not do it? I'm ashamed. Soul of filth. Let myself go under my delusions? Leave myself behind. I won't cause anymore hurt. I can't do to you what I did to them. I just flow, through the waters of life. I’m sick of singing the blues. I wish I knew another feeling. I’m certain there’s a way past this, but I’m certain I’ll never find it. Never find it. Will you notice when I’m gone?

I feel stuck but everyone else can, See me moving. You smile and nod and eat up my words, Lies worth proving. The smoke from your words, Blacken the skies. It surrounds my body and chokes out my air, exposing my guise. When I say I will never tell a lie, y'will see the truth in my eyes. I mean I'll try to never jeopardize what we place into the sky. The tears you'll cry when the rain falls from your eyes, and the sun dares not to pry. You will feel, I'm never going to be the kind of person that you will ever, Think is real, I'm never going to be the kind of person that you will ever, Want to face when you try to take my place, when I've fallen far from grace. I know the day when I should have walked away, it's all my mind replays. Save the date for when you're in the state that lets you know my heartbreak. You will feel, I'm never going to be the kind of person that you will ever, Think is real, I'm never going to be the kind of person that you will ever, This room smells of gasoline, I fear your tongue may spark. Setting the whole thing ablaze. Maybe you should tell the truth. I feel stuck but everyone else can, See me moving. You smile and nod and eat up my words, Lies worth proving. The smoke from your words, Blackens the skies. It surrounds my body and chokes out my air, exposing my guise. Burn the whole thing down.

I spit dirt to try to scream, but I’m muffled all the same. Six feet below all hearing ears, I know it’s you that put me here. I dig deeper to find escape, but I can’t find the way. You set this trap so long ago, I know this is my grave. What's this falling from the ceiling? The weather is always unpredictable. Thunder and precipitation. The flood sends waves of refugees. They scurry up the walls. Full to burst, reproduce. It feels like sinking, arms outstretched. Reaching toward other hands. Erecting a border with four right angles. Filling up the soup bowl. But it's fine, everything is fine. No one knows what's below at all. Perhaps nothing. Until the flood rises and what once was above is no longer. Clawing out. Breaking ground. Needing light, craving sound. Time’s gone by. Losing sight. Clawing out. Breaking ground. Seeing shapes in the night. Calling now, falling down. See them dance in the light. Stalling now. Crawling down. I am trapped here.

My brain is no longer an analog piece of equipment. Those moments have passed. Digital and malfunctioning, the rain has made it's way into my circuits. Plug me in before I crash. I've tasted every surge from my past. Make your blood boil, I'll taste the results of my cruelty and thrive. Held up by hands. None dare to drop. All hear my tongue. And tremble with fear, fear. Flying across an open sky, I prepare for the coming day. Who do I see in the distance? Young nights and old wisdom. I cherish both. Outside of everything I've ever known, I watch and wait, biding my time. Discouraged. Ravaged. Neglect to attend to my wounds. I spent too long licking yours. Everything you ever needed, I offered it all, but the reality is I should have known you would take all you could until I was bled dry. Heaven forgive him and forgive us all. Some rise by sin and some by virtue fall. Some run brakes of ice, and answer none. And some condemned for a fault alone. Alone.

I know you are watching, I can feel your prying eyes. You must see everything. Everything I’m not. When I sleep. When I’m dead. You’ll still know all of me. I can see my reflection in the camera lens. Watch you watch me.

There's a reason this is ending. The silver spoon in my mouth has melted into a loaded gun and suffice it to say the trigger will pull itself before too long. You've heard me say these words before. Why do you still listen? Soaked through like a dirty pot in a long abandoned house. Take it out back, its time is done. Let me say my final good-byes. Ten men stand before you and stare. Guns ready, aim, three, two, one, fire.

In this boat we call our home, there once sat many but now it is only us. The rest were thrown overboard, one by one, whenever we needed a reminder of what it means to be alive. Their bodies lay beneath us, the punchlines of jokes with set ups we could never quite master. We float along, never reaching a shore. Our eyes interlocked, we decide without words to move ourselves to the mountain in the distance, for fear that we will be the next to sink. From this point it looks no taller than you, but once we are at its feet, praying to a god of size, telling it of our intended conquering, we step foot on land for the first time. We do not fall, for our hearts still sway as the water did, keeping our balance in tact. Without question, we ascend. As the terrain grows white with snow/we shed our clothes/and paint our skin pale/until all we can see/of each other are/our eyes and cheeks/At the top we enter a cave/and walk through the/darkness, feeling for a wall/or an exit, but none become known. Farther still we walk until our feet grow wet with blood. Sloshing through, we find it surpass our ankles, our knees, our hips. I/take your hand now and guide you through, a pendulum of bal/ance between us. When it has reached our mouths we breathe deeply/the smell of metal, and submerge ourselves. Our bodies remain heavy and we continue to walk without fear of floating to the top. The white paint stained now, we stop and stare, hoping to be the last, even if we both must go.

Had the option to write a song for my final project, so here's a song I wrote that was inspired by Monkey Wrench Gang by Edward Abbey. Enjoy! lyrics River, rock, sun, blood, hunger, wings, joy. This is the real, Ask the hawk. Ask the hungry Lion lunging at the starving doe. They know. The anthill is sign, symbol and symptom of what we are about out here, It is the model in microcosm of what we must find a way to oppose and halt. It is the mark of social disease. The doctor was thinking: All this fantastic effort—giant machines, road networks, strip mines, conveyor belt, Eternal hostility against every fucking form of tyranny Society is like a stew. If you don't stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top. What do we know? What do we really know? We know this apodictic rock beneath our feet. That dogmatic sun above our heads. The world of dreams, the agony of love Eternal hostility against every fucking form of tyranny I thought I was wrong once, but I found out later, I was mistaken.

The strings come in, softly now. The piano player comes in like a dream/In this, the finale, the orchestra wants to go out strong. When the seats are empty at the end of the night/there's no one left applauding. Though the echoes may ring through the ears at night/the walls of a dark room don't clap for your sorrows. The excitement gone, it's all a job now. Keeping a sharp eye on my feet, I fear if I trip now I will never recover. I can taste the dust of the room. Deep down, I know there's some of you still left on my tongue. I set up camp at the fork in the road until the decision was no longer mine. Stay here, please. I never asked to feel this. Hand over hand. Fist over fist. The words get stuck in my throat, until I don't know the difference between how it feels to breathe and how it feels to choke. The acid in my veins gets thicker. The chemicals that drip from my pores. How much longer should I bask in the glory of never making the right choice? Having trouble keeping my composure. It's hard to hold your hand when I can't hold myself together. I'm reaching, I'm reaching, I'm reaching. I'm prepared to hold whatever comes my way forever. Have I given up everything? Has it all been a waste of time? I can taste the dust of the room. Deep down, I know there's some of you still left on my tongue. I set up camp at the fork in the road until the decision was no longer mine. Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.