Ain’t looking for a free ride.
Fighting my lies and outside,
don’t look so surprised.
Willing and wanting
to pay my way with blood,
with come,
with all I have within me.
With piss and spit and shit
and the will to succeed.
Respond to a sensation
and set it to a song,
put it all to music,
all emotion – right or wrong.
Deals with devils
and angels and assholes,
fluid – determined
pure spirit in vessels.
Possessed of excess,
so sick of excuses,
there’s power in this mess
and strength in abuses.
Conjure an image
and make it real.
Try to imagine how it feels,
to wield the will,
grow day by day;
all that is in me
is the price I will pay.
Run around in kinder circles,
softer music holds no fury.
Hell hath reasons in this being,
digging up the dead and buried
inside every one of us
and fuck the structure for my goals.
There is no net beneath us,
pay for promise with my soul.
Won’t leave it in this,
a part of all of us.
All life inside to access
and rise above the soulless.
HG – 2000-2005
