Hokus
Corrosion of the will,
stupefied with drugs and danger.
A trick played on your sanity,
baited to the point of murder.
So much for lust,
the love untouched.
We live undead,
no hope or trust.
A broken back,
the seething black,
we suffer no other;
devouring the living mass.
Hated yet we rule the riot,
these heathens come of age.
Cacophony kills deafening quiet,
corrupt the plans you’ve made.
Think we’re a passing trend?
Well here lies Hell, so you’re dead wrong.
A family of friends
that you’ve heard tell of all along.
Without a ground to hold us down,
one of us in every town,
one in every home.
Outcasts standing all alone,
yet rotting righteous to the bone;
what you deny we call our own.
Mainstream fake-fucks,
watered down us.
Hell and hokus
is our focus.
– We are the ones that the weak base their lives on-
HG – 2000-2005
Just stumbled upon this piece in a pile that dates to about the right time to make me believe that this is part of the unintentional genesis of Hokus Grey. Added to commemorate the fledgling FB page.