(Adam)

I have a feeling that I built myself these hands for a reason
besides the striking of matches to match up bridges with feelings
was told the fire inside of these eyes'd collide with the sky
burnt up the pride instead of fuel to find the engine had died

I tried to bye my way out of responsibility's clutch
depressed the broke and accelerated into never enough
to die within the rough or bottle it, one hell of a choice
the diary of a whisper neglects to mention the noise

so here I am, pressed against the glass awaiting the break
holding on to your breath and my fine collection of mistakes
I placed a name on every single last fist that we made
while you're grating the papers that left me trailing your wake

I cross my bones and hope to thread my damn eye with the needle
so I can justify reasons to coexist with you people
position that's fetal, plucking the pedals from my only vehicle
overdrive to salvation each time I spoke to the wheel

I feel a certain obligation to the rhythm, the rhyme, the reason
the conversational pieces conducive to dreaming
although I swear to jesus that it's the rawest of feelings
to fall directly from grace to brushing wingtips with demons

(Joshua)

I'm the shackles that broke, when the smoke cleared,
2 taps of the wrist, fingers in...
Handcuffed to rust, trust clutched & disappeared,
'Cause the Prince of Cups was born on a cusp, thus...

Coldblooded, nature's punching bag,
A product of environmental distress signals acquired,
Iron-clad clattering, rattling teeth,
Muttering pungeant morse code idioms in abundance,

Transmission interrupted... abruptly submitted,
A victory's pleasant, perform gestures of clenched fists at the torn who witnessed it,
Witness this intermittant disengage,
Worn colors of disarray, fully loaded in form,

Killswitches engage, a ritualistic plague,
Practiced and advocated, an act of stalling mid-air,
Forshadowing that faceplant into habit with the de-veining of addicts,
Now blood runs thick and clogs the trafficking of prayers...

A care in this metaphysical world?
One of the many have-nots unfurled from this spellbound grounding,
Hellhounds found me, threatened then befriended with one pop from a rimshot, which sent them all howling....