The Truth, Sure. A Polygraph, NEVER!

No matter far we go, its all a fragment of our home...

Oh Wonderland, Where is your rabbit hole?

Oh Blackbird, can you remember when evil didn't always tug away at your heart?

Can you remember when the lies didn't create disaster, and were concurred by heroes, here to initiate our happily ever after. Where illusions were harmless and not the work of the cults and false prophets.

False Prophets like me.

Fools like me, will always ache. They will always dream of autumn days in fields of grass, and they bleed when they have go anywhere, because they can only floor it. Fools like me, will always ache. Just dream, they all tell me, just be a little more romantic, or you'll forget to live, they all tell me.

Well you sure didn't forget to live did you now.
You were so busy living, you forgot to die.
You thought your life was yours.
Now you cry out to the Lord,
Asking him for a deeper relationship.
Deeper you say?

Well we can go deeper, we can go to all those lies you told yourself, in order to have exactly what you wanted. Oh, you fool, you knew. You knew all along what was happening. You were taught the truth as a young child. No, that is an error.
You were introduced.

Breathe deep you fool. Your machine ran out of chemical x. Now the blood will run deep, because all the parts are broken. Red syrup runs down cold steel corridors, and out the rotting pipes. The cold blood stains your jeans and shirt, and you lie to everyone, telling them it was accidental. The very thing that we were all worried about, it took you. And all that darkness is held on your eyes, and they aint pure no more. And all those lies you told won't hold the water in your eyes; Cause my friend, your heart is a-throbbin.

You ask to go deeper with God, and you know where he is going to go. Cause he is the truth.

And GOD was the one who made the rain. And he decided we needed to die.

The truth is, your heart aches for him Daniel. And your'e all brokenhearted all over the place. The truth is, you know what's right and wrong. You know how to speak slow, and listen close. The truth is, baby aint gonna save you from this one. The truth is, you can't breath without his voice, and he is pumpin your heart, and puttin air in your lungs.

And, yes this will haunt you. There isn't anyway around that. These memories hang heavy right now.

These memories make you feel like you'll never be alright.

Breathe deep you fool. God loves you.

God loves you, and thats why he's here. And God is good and God is truth, and that is why he burns.

And he surpasses all of this. Even though it makes NO sense at times.

Your world aint gonna change like you like it, by saying a simple prayer. Your'e holding her by her hair. You are holding her as you slip away.

And she's sweeter than honey. Sweeter than fresh air. But she ain't sweeter than God.

She aint sweeter than God...

But she sure is sweet.

Every facet of your mind holds her. Every breath holds her name.

My sister, give me a ticket. I need my salvation. I need my rescue.

I need to burn down and be broken.

Cause this construct I built, It's made by a child. These machines don't run. Your engine has no fuel, and you are floating in the wake of Psalv-Muron. And you know where Aslands Land is. And he told you its time for you to go. These ruins, this bat, this is no kingdom for you. 

No your kingdom, has strong men. Cause you cant do this alone. And your kingdom has a strong wife. Cause you can't do this alone. And you hold a torch in this kingdom, cause you know damn well that bat won't slaughter them.

Not with no bat.

There's no more secrets anymore, anyway. All the cards have been laid out. And your poker face was terrible to begin with. 

Let go deeper.

Somewhere real deep where you know it's safe to go.

Daniel, he is going to take care of you.

He got your back, through and through.

Yeah, you weren't meant to last.

But your'e gonna last through it all. And he's gonna keep all those promises, and bless you still.

God loves you.

Keep your voice golden torchbearer.

[No Release is a super sweet rare find by the way, Brian Fallon wrote this when he was 15]