Moving Away From Home

I used to try to be good, because that’s how I was raised,

There was always, something pushing me, to be a good big brother,

I wonder, if I'm now, free to be evil.

Go Your Own Way

Lord, are you still operating,

Oh, how I used to dance,

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You pulled my heartstrings,

Like an expert, like a maestro,

It made me believe, in mathematics,

In architecture, is this freedom, am I,

Finally free, to be evil, or does truth still exist,

Is life still what it has to be, oh, lord,

How deep is your love, will I finally,

Fall into hell, begging, for the gates to open,

To die, and be reborn again, or to grow,

Push, and pull, I'm still a puppet.

Climbing Stairs

If there was a next life, I was working towards, what would it be, maybe, to see clearly.

Line of Credit

Compelled by art, the humanity in us,

Drives us to do good, to repay our debts,

To acknowledge, realities, receipts,

Did you pay for this, it could be universal law,

That all debt must be paid, that all karma, be satisfied,

It could be decided at our birth, our existence,

Verified, validated, how deep is the well,

If I sold the world, would I gain the world.