WordChurch:
So think you know me well do you really yourself
That's the question of the answer and I'm coming without
The feeling to fight the reason to spite
Despite all i try I'm willing to cry Inside of this demise
So these demon days are breaking away I'll never be your flavor
Yes I'm selfish with my wager and I'll always be the player
I'm no savior just the major of these mixed emotions
For the ocean it is potent but does it bear the potion
Why my focus it hopeless and I'm never content
Yet message in bottle always leaves me questing
For the question of your essence can you feed me blessings
From your hands to your the face I'll take your presence
I wanna know your feelings will they take me to your soul
So Lead me to your heart and i will grab ahold
Yes I'm a pro at control i put effort into words
It's absurd but as you've heard i have nothing you can gain

Mrock:
This hollowed out husk of a man never rusting at hand just a tinman chopping taking heart's
Never tear but the fear is that this here will one day fall apart
Got a screw loose and I'm picky too choose always betting too loose setting the rules
Never know what you got till it's gone so until that day we just use
Abusing and bruising egos piercing depth deep like needles
Know this lust is one day to the next til it's oops where did she go
And now my head hurts as much as my heart but can't tell 'em apart
Looking for a light at the end of the tunnel only finding trouble settling for sparks
Flicks and flashes distracted path video playback memories of past
The mind can get stuck on rewind sometimes other times it moves way too fast
Blazin a trail my own personal hell dark side of my mind in this dungeon I dwell
But no one's know of the beauty this beast keeps trapped deep within his cell
Fell for that line one too many times now I fall due to my own mind
Inclined to find that I'm of the savage and heartless kind
Decline dement this was never intent...
but oh well oh hell there you go another ghost lost in them lines of lament