Graffiti Heart

GRAFFITI HEART - Written by Carroll Bryant

Dare we stand in the swirl of the storm?

The eye of our imbecility shall view the chaos of our own demise

Less to our love - peace and respect - and so shall we drown 

In our imaginary luster we call 'being special'

Think as a God and a God you shall become

Of nothing

But a king of vanity ye shall be again

Not your worth shall you do

The world

The times

The darkness of your thoughts

And the knowledge therein shall become

The point in which you can, from that, start

And play ignorant to the truth

And to that, the habit of your ways

That become from your graffiti heart 

Life Or Death?

LIFE OR DEATH? - Written by Carroll Bryant

When you're born, is it a new life?

Or is it death from another dimension?

When you die, are you really dead?

Or are you born unto another new invention?

Why all the questions when the answers are in sight?

Why all the doubt my friends?

Are you afraid of the dark night?

Simple reason, explanations, and purpose you will never find

Only convictions, illusions, of what you want to believe

When you can't escape the rituals from which you were raised  from

Inside you and your vivid mind - concede

Spiritually, come to deceive 

I've seen it happen all the time

When you're born, is it a new life?

Or is it death from another dimension?

When you die, are you really dead?

Or are you born unto another new invention?

When I was born, did I die?

When I die, will I be born?

Try and decide which one is evolution or a prayer

Which one is it gonna be?

There is an answer

When you're born it is a new life

It is death from another dimension

When you die you don't really die

Because the universe is the only invention

And there's your answer ......

Dark Thought

DARK THOUGHT - Written by Carroll Bryant

Satan lives in the other side of me

Satan's lungs breathes in my air

Where I thought the door was closed

And assumed the room to be empty

Satan lives in the other side

What I thought was light became a shadow

When I felt it full it was but hollow

Where I thought the door was closed

And assumed the room to be empty

Satan lives in the other side

I can feel his presence

He's watching, and waiting

He knows that the God above loves suffering

And pain

I used to pray for the door to be closed 

And assumed the room was empty

But Satan lives in the other side

Am I gonna burn?

Am I ever gonna learn?

To be consumed by the fires of hate

Go through the ordeal of love

To acquire the patience and wait

I stand through the trial alone

Is the question not the answer?

Is the question simply the answer?

Satan lives in the other side of me

Satan's lungs breathes in my air

Where I thought the door was closed

And assumed the room to be empty

Satan lives in the other side

Satan lives in the other side