bleakbuffalo

The man of Steele was turned to blue

by your old flames and new piccadelloo's

he sprouted wings and flew away

when you made him the pig fiance'

he didn't really mean to leave you

he didn't mean to run and hide

he didn't have the guts to face you

The Man of Steele is not an iron guy.

The Man of Steele was skin and bones

from wondering when

you would ever come home

he was torn between the distant shores

and wondering who needed him more

he didn't really want to decieve you

he didn't want to tell no lies

he didn't fight to stop you

from seeking bluer skies

The Man of Steele is just your average cow pie.

The Man of Steele was blinded green

in the fog of his own dreams

he was as loving as a cold tombstone

it was no wonder that you never came home

The Man of Steele has no back-bone

The Man of Steele is rusty brown

because his high has been brought back down

he is molting from his hardened skin

and polishing off his crystal chin

The Man of Steele is evolve-in.

I was taken up to heaven each and every time

I saw my shimmering reflection in her beckoning eyes:

my cradle of salvation was a bed above cloud niner

where I dwelt in my Vallhalla untill the day that her love died.

Now my eyes are broken windows

and a blue lantern lights my pride ;

like the flickerings of a flame burning the decay of my insides ;

my hell among the livingais atop a pile of self deciet;

riding on the slim chance that an angel's ire recedes;

I was cast into my hades at the dropping of a dime;

when I felt the cold rejection of her venomous cries;

the forecast for smooth sailing was tossed over the side;

so I sit upon the stair case untill I hear heaven's reply;

I created my own damnation in the doghouse where I stay;

to sniff the trodden gravel where the shreds of my heart lay;

if I don't recieve absolution before her judgement day;

"in grief and tortured sorrow" will be hung above my grave;

Now my eyes are broken windows

and a blue lantern lights my pride;

like the flickerings of a flame burning the decay of my insides;

my hell among the living is atop a pile of self deciet;

and riding on a long shot that this is all a dream.

OH ! YOU ! are bigger;

you are bigger than my eyes ;

and they are wide open;

the heights that I must climb to ;

from the depths of your despise ;

is sharper than metal ; the metal of my pride ;

that's me in the shadows ; in the shadows that you keep ;

that's me in the gasp of a short breath ;

that awakes you from your sleep ;

In my dreams I hear you calling with a whisper of my name ;

that's when I come crawling from beneath the rock of shame ;

every blood drop ; every drop that floes ;

is an echo of the passion that blinds ;

like an ember beneath the surface of a fantasy ;

that is ignited when my heart beats fast ;

beats fast and out of time ;

consider this ;

consider that the blow that leaves me bleeding

was delivered by my own hand ;

consider ;

that I am just a dreamer ;

and that you are the promised land.

you said that no man can cut the mustard ;

that no man could stir you house;

well if that's your bedtime story ;

than you can treat me like a mouse ;

you said all men are lazy ;

that no man could master your stairs ;

well I could climb your tower

if you would just let down your hair ;

it is 98.6 degrees in the shade of

a lonesome apple tree;

it is 98.6 degrees in the shade

at the heart of an empty scene. ;

you said that all men are dogs ;

that no man can shed his fleas ;

well I could fetch and roll over

at the end of a velvet leash ;

you said that men are born bad ;

that they are all rotten to the core ;

well you might find a plumb ;

if you would get stuck-in once more ;

it is 98.6 degrees in the shade under

a lonsome apple tree;

it is 98.6 degree in the shade at

the heart of an empty scene;

it is 98.6 degrees in the shade

if you are not there with me;

just give me the order to raise your body heat.

THE DARK KNIGHT

why can't I love you ;

in the thickness of the Night ?

why can't I love you ;

after the Sun has taken flight ?

why won't you love me ;

under the blushings of a half vieled Moon ?

why won't you love me ;

on the darkside of your bedroom ?

I am pacing each day,

waiting to hear you say ;

as you wish ; give me a kiss ;

hold me near ; closer dear ;

My heart is wasting away,

awaiting the chance to say

may I come in ;

forgive my sins ;

may I plead upon my knees ?

I wish I may ; I wish that I might ;

get the chance to put out your lights ;

and don the shinning armour of a Dark Knight ;

Why can't I love you tonight ?