Verse 1, Chuckie Campbell

It's the vague uneasiness
of something left undone
I can see it in your eyes
and feel it when we touch
imagine it in my dreams
inter-weaved between my cold tears,
deep fears under the sentences sedated

Read poetry to dead air,
fall into the darkness
that clings to every alleyway,
decay in its illusion
It walks like a woman
in a blanket of contempt
the crux becomes the conflict,
the nexus of the complement

All things nascent
are born to themselves
to dwell on this dream
below skies of caramel,
spin like carousels
characters carry hell
catapult magic spells
that repel gun shells --
Can't keep us out of jail
out of touch, out of place
my mind's in outerspace
expanding its database
Embrace the interface
many try to duplicate
can't wait, collecting stardates
confuse the morbid orbits
Those that can't absorb it,
their minds will soon forfeit
My rhymes are one accord with
the music that soaks in

Whiskey in the darkness,
swallowing silence
There's a message in this bottle
"I'm a drink 'til I find it"
The price is the pious
Unplug this appliance
and watch ultra-violet light rays
extend from my palms
I'll speak and bond a universe
from previous songs,
breathe and blow breath
in your inferior lungs,
meet and greet with people
'til I touch every one,
give back what I've been given
through the power of love,
so when life has expired
and my time has come,
I leave remnants of experience
and things that I've done

If not enough,
here's my music,
a reflection of me,
everything that I did
and didn't want you to see,
all the truth and the lies
that I choose to believe
I hope that you can make some sense of it
and set yourself free
I hope you can simply listen to it
set yourself free
I hope you can simply listen to it
set yourself free

Verse 2, Chuckie Campbell

It's vague uneasiness
of something said too much
My heart beats on my sternum
with a marvelous disease
Incurable the sovereign-ness
that many can't see,
so I carry my soul,
like a large bag of groceries

It's avarice,
betrayal worthy of security,
to remedy the anti-body
must be purged of purity
No suicide is exercised
sanitized by synthesis
Hidden in our darkest hour --
confidence to grow

I hold the microphone
like William Burroughs held adrenochrome,
like Hunter S.Thompson holds
his cigarette clip,
like a God holding humans
under wonderful punishment,
a death too fluent
for many to appreciate

Simulate the fate
that connotates our lust
Who's worse between us?
The blind man urinating from his window,
or the servant, who opened it up?
Thus, some companies
are more powerful than some nations,
some individuals more powerful than both
The suffrage is prominent,
reaching every continent,
establishing our monuments
with fast food chains,
while their citizens walk about
showing their ribcage
Market cheeseburgers
to a convent of Hindus
Homogeneous cultures
are totally subdued,
fused and lost touch
to actively intervene
work jobs we don't want
to buy shit we don't need

Paint a picture young artist
bring a vision to life
Write a book young writer,
while you're able to write
Sing young talent
with your beautiful voice,
touch minds, wield hearts
out of people of stone
What it means to be human
liberation and growth
Undertones are undertold
now free to release
in our beautiful demise
we provide the vaccine
in our beautiful demise
we provide the vaccine

Verse 3, Chuckie Campbell

It's the vague uneasiness
of losing something you love
You can feel it in your bones
and it's never enough
it's cold and it lies
in the lines in your face
To bring it back to life,
you'd gladly take its place
It's a beautiful death
It can never be same,
constantly reminding us
the only constant is change

All is not lost,
today's a beautiful day,
born to live on in a particular way
These words are the footprints
from places I went
so if you gone through something similar
you know where I been
Atonement often molded
from the ink in my pen,
empty from asceticism,
parallel numbness

Bathed benign
by its circumference
to show me what love is
walk the line of my existence,
connect with the benison --
feed imagination
and self exploration,
the orbital plane
becomes my visceral brain,
continual strain
to be released from the rage,

Conjecture contained,
they put life in a box
a sad God in a cage,
it's a pattern of thought
Escape, become lost
in this body of sound
It's a beautiful death,
until we live, right now
Today's a beautiful death,
until we live, right now