right at that moment, i fell captivated by her words

the hunter draws closer, as if a ghost to the world, he deceived us, he contemplated our beliefs,

i will see u to the grave, hang u by the neck and burn u alive,

till ur ashes were to be smeared onto the brink of my lips,

in sunder whilst of incredilous sanity,

come to me, and deceive thee,

i am ur god,

ur mighty powerful majesty,

u are just an honest soul,

dont be fooled by the lie,

and seek me,

building the tower to the sky,

in swords we trust to our hands,

and point to the skies,

in battle we will dethrone the unworthy,

for those who create,

just play with our lives,

we shall take the gods,

and slit their throats,

right down each side,

so that i can hear the blade of my sword,

slice through their bones of mere marrow,

join us in our oddysey,

our escapade,

and as we join hands,

amy we see the truth that lays,

in our smeared blood hands.

where is ur god now.

the hunter draws closer, as if a ghost to the world, he deceived us, he contemplated our beliefs,

i will see u to the grave, hang u by the neck and burn u alive,

till ur ashes were to be smeared onto the brink of my lips,

in sunder whilst of incredilous sanity,

come to me, and deceive thee,

i am ur god,

ur mighty powerful majesty,

u are just an honest soul,

dont be fooled by the lie,

and seek me,

building the tower to the sky,

in swords we trust to our hands,

and point to the skies,

in battle we will dethrone the unworthy,

for those who create,

just play with our lives,

we shall take the gods,

and slit their throats,

right down each side,

so that i can hear the blade of my sword,

slice through their bones of mere marrow,

join us in our oddysey,

our escapade,

and as we join hands,

amy we see the truth that lays,

in our smeared blood hands.

where is ur god now.

i love my grand mother.so much.

in the summer sun,

the birds shoot up to the sky,

i was never meant to be,

my own master mind,

its like a day or two,

seemed to past so fast bye,

its like my uncle who,

took leave to the fly by,

the fly by,

the fly by,

i wished on a star,

i threw a coin into that well,

life seemed so haste that im sure,

that it would only be right if i fell,

lets fly by,

lets fly by,

lets fly by,

lets take a dip in the milky way,

she spit in ur face,

if u showed me the way,

id get off this horse and take u home,

take u home,

take u home,

now u dont talk to me,

life’s like a big submarine,

get out of my bloody mind,

get out of my head,

ur starting to seem very unkind,

dont talk that shit in my face,

i’d rather smoke up some haze,

dont look back now,

dont talk to me,

oh please give me a break,

i’m setteled for some afternoon tea,

now its time for u to go on home,

take u home,

take u home,

fly by,

take u home,

fly by,

take me home,

fly by,

take me home,

the fly by take me home.

to live in a day dream,

where the sun and the stars had become inter twined into night and day.

to live a dream of endless the endless milky blue skies.

a mirage that seemed so real.

yet it was real life we were facing.

sit by the pond of bright hill, with a guitar in hand. and sing songs to the birds.

so small an opening yet it just took that last stretch.

of running towards the endless stars,

in a battle of the twisted urban society of singapore.

it just takes that one step,

and there will be nothing that could stop u,

the human being is limitless,

but burdened by doubt.

ppl have to face their nightmares sometimes.

and if they don’t then the world would end,

because hope would have given up on them.

to be a cynic, is to be in the mercy of fear.

everyone is scared of what is to come.

now its up to u to step up and face it.

as time drifts away,

and our feets rise to the moment,

what would the world become of,

if the day had turned to night?

a new day.

its so late,

yet so early,

the sun is barely setting,

yet the stars just started to twinkle-twankle,

what is this we call humanity?

this mundane world,

meaninglessly placed on a balcony of indefinite phrases,

indefinite lies and psychotic sighs,

flooding us all in a gloomy haze,

where is out?

where is in?

no where to go,

is this all sin?

silly lies we tell,

silly things we do,

but we still live on,

day to day,

regardless of whatever,

curiousity can drive us mad,

and arent u glad that u know the sun always rises again.

there are times,

when u lean out on the edge of your balcony,

kissing the stars,

and singing lullabies,

to the passersby,

along the river,

down by your apartment,

there are times when u adorn,

the flowers of your neighbors garden,

looking towards the endless nights of eternity,

searching for some sort of simplicity,

sing me a song,

make it short,

and simple,

we’ll run away to the grassy hills,

pass me a nimble,

we’ll sit and laugh,

till id see the sky cry,

red and orange,

for there wasn’t anything,

i could do,

when she pledged to die.

heat up my window,

somehow it would be over,

somehow the blue grass will follow through that mirror,

the sun will come right through my window,

see a set of stars in the distance,

somehow u would see me,

like the glow of the ceiling,

somehow I’d run through the fields  of love,

somehow,

somehow,

i see i river dancing,

flowing as if flying,

now its dying,

don’t live up to expectations,

it’ll just lose ur patience,

somehow i would be sober,

somehow id see her,

somehow,

it was like a raindrop splashing into surface of the ocean,

hearing a call of uncertainty,

like the moon shone on the world in times of need,

the cats eye that mewed till morning,

it saw a bird trapped in a scheme,

the door wasn’t locked,

it seemed she was walking,

strolling,

by the skyline,

watch her dancing,

prancing,

like a bird,

somehow it would over,

that night it was nearly past noon,

u gave me a gesture,

more than what ever,

u walked,

u floated,

u flew away from heaven,

u cried for a million life times,

while singing it u were pleased with me,

u saved me,

hit me,

said u were sorry,

somehow i would meet with u one more time,

in a distant memory,

u said to me,

crying out it was over,

sighing out its meant to be,

u gave a smile and said,

its what u for-see,

then so let it be.

in the hours, minutes, seconds.

of the last moment we breath,

feeling the breath of life,

flow through our bodies,

and ignite to find ourselves,

laid out on the floor,

hopeless of surviving,

helpless of striving towards the light,

has anybody truely stopped by a park,

alone watching the sun set,

in such an imperfect scene,

as ppl rushed past the silhoutte of ur eye,

seeking business in their universe clear of humanity,

has anyone trully observed the dew of a new day,

driping off the tip of an imperfect tree,

realising its pain,

its demeaning existence,

the angst of beings leehcing upon its soul,

living off its life in an obscure calm,

has anybody sat in the air of a house,

and trully appriciated,

the mere existence of its presence,

the texture of its floor,

the touch of its forgiveness,

as u sit in its room,

through the pain of receiving less than u seek,

managing to turn pain into reality,

into pretending life has its price,

has anyone trully seen through each persons eyes,

forgetting their features,

which dawned the eyes of many,

and felt their emotions flow out into the darkness of the sky,

that always wept the day after,

when u least wanted,

have u ever stared into ur reflection,

not to notice ur exubrant culture,

but deeper past ur eyes,

into ur existence,

if u did,

where u confused in ur own realm,

blinking past reality,

ur body waiting for u to come home,

and seek something u could reach,

yet u had trouble reaching the stars,

which shrunk smaller than the sole of ur feet,

leaving u to fall to ground,

so helplessly,

breathing the last breath,

one could have trully appriciated,

or were u happy?

theres a ring in a tree at dawn,

but nobody hears its taint lies,

lieing truth of good byes,

and nobody knows,

for father told me i couldnt lie,

if anybody out there,

would listen past the right hands mate,

he’ll give a cry,

of something sad to say,

for we all know life is cruel,

thats what i told kate,

and nobody knows,

about the cherry bushes beside her barn,

it sits there waiting quite and calm,

cause nobody knows,

its sweet lived life,

id rather chuck it aside,

for who would give a care,

at what it threw away,

all its beauty and shame,

just a little bit more sane…now,

give smile at the expectence of the world,

life its cruel it doesnt care,

but my father says it is but fair,

its ten o’clock,

but the sun has gone,

its early am,

but nothing to forlorn,

about something like this day,

cause nothing ever made sense,

when life seemed to fray,

and nothing was really…just okay,

why write a song?

why shed those tears?

ur mum pleads with u stop,

and fear that of life,

rather than the finger of ur soul,

repent to those of good health,

it reflects of those with great wealth,

its time to put on ur coat,

and face the world,

of many wonderous things,

smell the fresh air,

its us,

we live by the breath,

to see the sun,

but oh where has it gone now?

its hard enough to give in,

to all the joy we live in,

so much hope,

yet so much fear,

is it youth or is it just the beer,

right hand up,

lay it on the table,

ill cut off,

to prove this is just a fable,

ill play my guitar,

till the sun rose again,

through night and day,

till i’d see it again,

a light beaming from the stars,

that always fell into the sea,

how lovely it would to be me,

yet how sad it would to be me,

like in story books,

where is the hero,

slammed the table,

so now they say hes here oh,

the children are laughing now,

watching her poor barn,

burn to zero,

what more is life than cruel,

it never seemed make sense,

but now itll be lovely if i had noticed.