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Kyren's Open Journal

Copyright (c) Broken Moon Music 2001 - 2004
A musician that's dealing out more rock than a crack house...

"Unconscious" 

confronted by your stability...
heaven is beyond our grasp...

just when you think you know it all...
and right when you start to believe...
hanging off my deception...
you finally realize that i am a machine...

i may be...
the cold and heartless being...
that stands before you...
but i still think, breathe and bleed...

we're crawling away...
crawling away...
crawling away from the creator of all creation...
but does anyone really know whom that could be...

is it your god...
your savior...
your messiah...
or just a tampered void within your head...

just when you think you know it all...
and right when you start to believe...
hanging off my deception...
you finally realize that we are nothing more than machines...

mind me not over-believers...
for i am not here to challenge your beliefs...

do you hear the voices calling from the back of your minds...
is it an instant messege or just a memory...
who is the voice.. and what does he say...
why is genius usually mistaken for insanity...

is it mortal intentions...
to become gods...

is it the final exilleration that truely claims whom we are...

just when you think you know it all...
and right when you start to believe...
hanging off my deception...
you finally realize that we are nothing more than machines...


copyright © Kyren Productions 2004

"The cured, the disease, and the confused" 

i've grown...
a bit tediace...
to the ideas of the stardled fearful....
forever fleeing...

the escaping... draining...
patience... of mine helps me go on...

the fires of the solutions
puts our souls back in motion..
as all the blood... tears... and faith we've put in it...
grows dying... losing momentum and i'm still right here....

love is blind...
yet so radiant...
love is blind...
yet so vanya...

so vanya...
our relations...
never with nothing to be
no one with anyone who wants to believe...
in true happiness....
but your so... vanya...
to me...

please.. no longer expect anything from me....
no longer expect anything... address to you...
never with no desire to be...
nothing has broken down
no longer the holy child chosen by the heavens
cares to be... your messiah...
no longer does the evils and injustice
care to be... hovering all supreme...

when the souls stop their motions
when the skies crackle the surface
when the heavens and hell fall both from their powers...
when the mortal plane implodes it's own self destruction...
when it comes down to the finale...
when it comes down to the end...
that's some time away from right now...

until then... I live for you...
in the shadows of my own past...
in the lights of our futures...
in the darkness of my own discrace...
in the radiant... vanya...
in the radiant... vanya... of you...


copyright © Broken Moon Music 2001 - 2004

"Paper Prisoner" 

too many reasons that we create...
too many sorrows in my head...now... (yeah...)
too many paths leading to nowhere...
too many lost... travelers... (now...)

please tell me the reasons... why... your voice... echoes in my head...
please tell me the reasons... for... being dead...
please show me which path... that... I am to take...
please release me... from... your endless chains...

sonic vibrations... still rumble in my ears...
from a bond we once had... now shattering to tears...
now isn't the time... to recompromise...
now your just in time... to be too late...(yeah...)

please tell me the reasons... why... your voice... echoes in my head...
please tell me the reasons... for... being dead...
please show me which path... that... I am to take...
please release me... from... your endless hate...

my heart darkens... around you...
my mind is also put into alert...
you've not only hurt me... but you've also left a scar...(now...)

please tell me the reasons... why... your voice... echoes in my head...
please tell me the reasons... for... being dead...
please show me the path... that... I am to take...
please release me... from... your bitter change...

(Interlude)

I tried to help you...
I tried to make it work...
I tried to fix the holes...
but your hate was just... too much to take...

(Outro)
there's too much agony... within me...
there's too much pain everytime I breathe...

please tell me the reasons... why... your voice... echoes in my head...
please tell me the reasons... for... being dead...
please show me which path... that... I am to take...
please release me... from... your bitter hate...


copyright © Broken Moon Music 2001 - 2004


"I am ready to meet my maker,
but whether my maker is prepared
for the great ordeal of meeting me
is another matter..."

~Winston Churchill


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