This Beautiful Mess lyrics

I only want what's mine
That's what I came to find
A little respect that's all
From you

Because one has his natural right
But somehow that doesn't seem right
Not when I look at myself

I was taken on a trip to see
A miniscule menagerie in my soul
Where all the thoughts have escaped the cage
And vamp across the spiritual plain

It's like I said before
I've got the right to ignore

The Garden
Music & Lyrics by : Leigh Bingham, Dale Baker, Matt Slocum, James Arhelger

white ribbon 
wedding gown 
she walked into the garden 
what has she found 

oh sorrow 
untold sorrow 
there would be no groom 

she left him as she 
found him 
empty inside 
but this time it was 
much too late 
nothing to hide 

oh her soul 

Deep inside the darkest night
Is drinking in the light
From pinholes pricked
Holy needles knicked
In a canopy of white

I'm alone, I'm alone
And I'm beating my soul to make it bleed a drop of hope
Then I'll drink it up in a golden cup and let it grow inside

And I fear that you've gone away
But you must be somewhere near

The fire fades so the deepest shades

Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell
You're so close and you can't even tell
I'm so wrapped up inside
Because I don't have much to love

Horrified I feel from pits unseen
Falling off my pedestal of plentiful deeds
As it crumbles down on top of me
I contemplate my lack of love

Come and save my soul
Before it's not too late
I'm not afraid to admit
How much I hate myself

hey i am having a little trouble
again with myself
today i would label out of the ordinary
hey i read
the words to label him
said he strikes a tune mighty fine
but in living life that's where he finds
plenty of trouble
hey i am
a book inside your hands
will you turn the page and read the line
where i reach the end and rid my mind
of all this rubble
let me out
of this solitude

i see the wonder setting in
over where i am going
and where i've been
and by the way when i kneel to pray
it never seems you're there
and i'll admit that i do not try
when it's easier to sit down and cry
i'm so full of doubt
want to let it out
let it out all over you
on my circle of error
i go round and round
on my circle of error
i go round and round again

These things which I so often wonder
This need to create myself
Frustration forgotten through slumber
It's there when I wake
Defeated before I rise
I'd pull myself out of his mire
If I could collect my strength
Or muster an ounce of desire
Finding the words, and making them mine

Is there somewhere
I could seperate this feeling from memory
Disconnect myself from me?

Within A Room Somewhere
Music & Lyrics by : Matt Slocum

I breathe the mist 
floating about the stars 
I can caress with velvet hands 
I breathe the mist 
floating within without 
this pen between my fingers 

Messiah 
I know you are there 
within without me holding me 
Messiah 
I know you are there 
catching carrying this beautiful mess 

Drifting
Music & Lyrics by : Matt Slocum

drifting away from you 
spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation 
in a spell 
walking away from the fire 
that keeps my heart 
from turning ice 

golden feet grace the surface of the sea 
sinking deeper I view them from underneath 
flailing, kicking as I head for the deep 

tonight the lamplight swirls and glistens
melting itself upon my face
i'm hanging my silhouette near the shoreline
i'm swimming underneath in the noontime
will i ever know what's wrong with me
will i ever see your hand again in mine
tonight the rain is pelting rooftops
there is no fire to melt the cold
i'm straining to hear a human whisper
and i'm painting images on the soft stone

i've wrapped myself up
in a universe again
and let the darkness quell
my matchflame confidence
and unwillingly i hide
the lever i must find
to release the deep
the tears withheld inside
but i can't explain
i can't make sense of the
things i'm saying
the crystal tears
are sliding down again
your moonlit cheeks
and soaking silken lips
if this pain is so real

Crickets rhythmically sing
Their mournful melodies
A monotone by request
But they fail, they fail
To soothe the mess

Hands rhythmically grope
The sheets again for you
And off-rhythm the time slows
To make moments eternal
Moments eternal

Is this some kind of holy test
To stitch the treadmarks off my chest
To get up and walk outside my head
On a holy search for angeltread