“Fate is the cruelest of masters, takingLife when it pleases or at random, handingRigged decks to whom it pleases, cheatingAll alike and none the wiser, takingEverything away from those with nothing.”
Justin Wetch“Real life is just another stage.Just another stage where I have to look and actLike I have everything put together;everything neat, perfect, and in order,when in reality I’m slowly dying,Slowly decaying, screaming and clawing,at this little box I’ve been put into, Trying desperately to escape.”
Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe“Time machine to the pastStep back a few yearsOld feelings, like LazarusSuddenly reappear.It's your song on the radioAnd it's your hand in mineAs this wave crashes over meOur stars again come unaligned.”
Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe“I'd be lying if I said I didn't want youI'd be lying if I said I didn't wish you were mineThe truth is, you stole my heart from afarThe truth is, you still have it. ”
Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe“Question marks are met with periodsBy people full of arroganceThey have every answer, nothing mysteriousAnd yet they have no evidence.”
Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe“As artists, we create the beautyWe are too afraid to live outAnd search, but always fall just shyOf finding what life is about.”
Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe“I don’t want safety or guarantees—I want a life worth living.I want to jump off a skyscraperAnd fashion a parachute on the way downOut of my fears and trepidationsBecause sometimes survivalIsn’t the most important thingAnd survivingIsn’t the same as living.”
Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe“I wish I could see butterflies burst from cocoonsWithout tempering my amazementKnowing all beauty eventually dies.”
Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe“Fate is the cruelest of masters, takingLife when it pleases or at random, handingRigged decks to whom it pleases, cheatingAll alike and none the wiser, takingEverything away from those with nothing.”
Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe“Sleepless nightsSpent looking at the ceilingSearching in those etched patternsFor some sort of adhesiveTo glue together the broken piecesOf a soul crushedBy the weight of the fact thatLife is profoundly sad.”
Justin Wetch, Bending The Universe