The songs I sung when I was young mean nothing to me now. They gave the day a great escape, I’ve gone and locked it out. I’ve passed on that old one that held emotions down. The greatest trick I ever pulled, was making you believe that I would need another way to go. … Continue reading Beg The Raven
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The Only Monster in The World
I never stayed. I always ran away and what a price you paid, from the cradle to the grave. Trust was anathema, a curse word you eschewed that left the rest of us to be abused; the ruse was all you knew. Try as we might to change, there is always one more piece … Continue reading The Only Monster in The World
The Thinnest Thread
I was just a boy when the stapled their tag to my forehead, had to play along to their songs; hanging by the thinnest thread. So now I'm grown up, a little, but in mind a lot more bitter. I've shed logos and slogans, traded up my life for litter. Dropped out and acid, … Continue reading The Thinnest Thread
Deny
Forces conspire - death and desire, to set you up - take you down, let you hang on barbed wire. People and politics, heathens and heretics, persuade and invade you and ply you with tricks. Want you to submit to their useless shit, convinced that it's gold, but it's you who's sold. No reason … Continue reading Deny
The Horror
The Horror Mentality like mass murder, I think it's over - you take it further. Another day brings hate and danger, cope with it as best I can. War is the only solution, can't abide by such confusion, bringing death and dissolution; massacre your only plan. We live with the pain inflicted every … Continue reading The Horror
Theory of Negativity
Consumption to the point of compulsion, rejection a foregone conclusion. This state of paradox, tried to put it in a box and failed miserably. This lack of fulfillment, the dark sun that nourishes me. Desiccated faith no longer, persuaded to death in anger, when tried for a life of blasphemy. Direct - The Theory … Continue reading Theory of Negativity
This Kind of Freedom
Another new beginning, how nice that I get another chance to fuck it all up again - I love that kind of freedom! There's no one gonna tell me that I took the hard path. Made all the right moves and I still burned my bridges, but that's OK, 'cause if you were my … Continue reading This Kind of Freedom