I'm a writer, your typical starving artist, but I suddenly felt compelled to write this song. I've mainly written scripts, short stories and poetry, so this is new for me. Basically, this piece symbolizes the clash between expectations of fans, one's self, and those who only seek to tear down his name. It epitomizes the sincerity and talent of an artist, fighting to break through the stereotypes of an industry. I hope you like it. If not...my apologies!

Suture

It’s 3 am
I’m naked & naive
Undressed by shadows
Jetsam of scuttled me
I can feel their fingers
Howling down my back
Lightning crashes
Whispers
Your window cracked

Pull me in
Cast me out
Bleed the truth
Suture my mouth
If hope is dead
Then grieve with me
Caress their silence
Now we’re free

Do you see my face
Sewn by jagged night
My burdened brow
Scorn’s lurid light
Reaching for perfection
In this world we bend
Am I really
Their means to my end

Pull me in
Cast me out
Bleed the truth
Suture my mouth
If hope is dead
Then grieve with me
Caress their silence
Now we’re free

I have no sword
But my pen is spry
Cut me down
These words will rise
Hold my heartbeat
Breathe my last breath
Are you my savior
Am I your friend

Passion and persuasion
Nothing I hate is
Life is love
Your faith my payment