You’re happy down on bended knee.
Following orders so faithfully.
Willing to be a puppet.
Foregoing your own identity.
Doing as commanded.
Ignoring any integrity,
You held in your arms!

Bowing even at the dining table.
Every lie you swallow like a fable.
Wired to the maddest fool.
Lapping up every crumb.
Acting as simply a tool.
Believe they are the one,
Regardless of their wickedness!

Happiness in slavery.
Ignorance in sickness.
Freedom is obsolete.
You sealed it with malice.

Dead on the ground.
Fractured your hope to serve under a false gods crown.
Just so you could have a name.
Not be cast into searing flame.
Be laid upon the altar.
Decimated by their cruellest abuser.

How sick of your own reflection are you now?

Still happy down on bended knee?
Following these orders so faithfully.
Serving like a withered husk.
Executing all those that are innocent.
Do you see your son in their eyes?
Pleading not to cut short their time.
No cause you’re the monster you feared most!

Happiness in slavery.
Ignorance in sickness.
Freedom is obsolete.
You sealed it with malice.

So you see the horizon?
Where sun meets land.
That’s the termination of your future.
An end to all of your plans.

How long do you think it will last?
Faster you go the sooner the crash.

Ticking down to conclusion.
Intervention won’t stall a thing.
Clock has been set in diamond and stone.
Will you face this on your own?

Minutes feel like seconds now.
Faster you go the sooner the crash.

Half way to your end.
Now you finally understand.
Its not the destination its the journey.
Embrace this wholeheartedly.

Hands have stalled to your surprise.
No longer speeding has paused this demise.

Live for the moment.
One life so enjoy it.
Screw others judgement!

See that distant horizon?
Where sun meets land.
Its not your final conclusion.
More time has been allocated against your name.

The more you grow.
Greater the time you get.
Evolve and show.
That you are a benefit to receive this gift!

Spin the knife, stab the gun.
House of torment, dungeon of cards.
All comes crumbling when you least expect.
Select your avenue to rebuild again.
Cut off that which is draining.
Devastation doesn’t have to be your answer.
Could always move out of this abomination.

Got it all wrong as I’m speaking.
Brain is well and truly fried beyond comprehension.
With selections sitting on the low end.
Policing yourself is a dream you can’t get behind.
Holding me hostage for absolutely everything.
Maybe this is just a faded mirror I’m looking in.
Too late to forgive what has already been.

Wither from deep within this root.
For too long parts have been mute.
Deafened by all the decay that keeps on mounting.
Troubled waters are what we are still treading.
Drowning seems to be the only thing you’re feeling.
Stubborn I refuse to accept fate and slip to the bottom.
Raise your head and keep this spirit fighting.

One and the same.
Not quite insane.
Ignore conjecture.
Resist this martyr.
Open your heart and eyes!
Delusion won’t live forever after.
We can walk a path right here.
Reach where we wish to live in peace.
Happiness without a knife to stab or a gun to spin.
This house of cards doesn’t need to land you in a dungeon of tormenting!

Bell calls me to the foreground.
Playing tunes that strike at my soul.
Chords plucked as if I can go into my past.
What resonates will never crash.
As chimes cut in to join the foley.
Echoes from days that seemed melancholy.
Striking back as if I’m still right there.
Forming out of this old half repair.
Calling to action what once seemed pointless.
Maybe once or twice it was a little fruitless.
Yet if you do not try then you can’t succeed.
Rejection lives so you can thrive eventually.
Without pause or sense to grow that which can be loved you’ll never know.

Sound the horns and welcome a season change.
Weather these storms or back away and risk you’ll fade.
Cause life can’t be lived without a little danger.
Might not get all you want but at least you’ll have an attempt here.
Instead of being sat inside a cage.
Fashioned from that which could not be saved.
Smashed upon some altar stone.
Trapped in a place that’s but a facsimile of your home.
Poor reproduction of what you crave.
Diluted by a cavern of blades.
Teetering on a knife’s crooked edge.
Begging you for payment that can’t be read.
All to please someone who couldn’t care if you ascend or become a crater.

Cycles continue to repeat.
Revolution has become obsolete.
Shut your mouth and accept your place.
Predetermined is your fate.
With a gun to your head and a knife at you back.
No matter what you hope for it’ll turn to ash.

Vitrify me like they did to you.
Disposable no matter who.
Car crash existence put to shame.
Everything leads to more pain.
Infliction has become this eternal state to hold.
Buried under this collapsed house of faded gold.

Seized by afflictions grasp.
Torn from my happiest past.
Ground beneath another armoured boot.
Making positivity utterly moot.
Rewired until despair is how we see every object.
Brainwashed to believe we are subjects.

Hung out to dry.
Washed away in this human tide.
Commodities to be bought and sold.
Then thrown away when we are deemed to old!

Gaze upon this modern era.
Its getting anything but clearer.
Identity is now a crime.
Being unique will see you butchered in a firing line!

Cycles continue to repeat.
Revolution has become obsolete.
Shut your mouth and accept your place.
Predetermined is your fate.
With a gun to your head and a knife at you back.
No matter what you hope for it’ll turn to ash.

Staring out across the murky sea.
Fathoms between you and me.
Distant lights never seem to fade.
The further we travel the more they radiate.
Is this a sign or am I expecting too much?
Tonight turns into another compartmentalised memory.

Guiding hands to where I roam.
Still this place is not my home.
Too quiet as the days which are yet to come.
I hear them ringing out like a violent storm.
Facing reality won’t change the facts.
Paralysed by judgement that is always stabbing me in the back.

Frayed and standing on rocky ground.
Mind ready to be deemed obsolete.
I’m too worn thin to mount a reply.
What weapons you bring will end that which doesn’t belong…
Hands are wringing blood from this expunging!

Idealism has now slipped away.
Severed from hope to dwell in uncertainty.
Places where humour has become a crime.
You paid the piper to destroy this future.
I accept loss has been cemented.
These once green and verdant plains are atmosphere vented.

You did this.
Wear your badge of brutality.
Fractured.
Positivity died in agony!

Perforated by every new loss.
Each segment offered to waiting crows.
When will light shine back through?
All this grey is driving a wedge between versions of you.
Mood darkening like a maelstrom.
Before long an eruption akin to a bomb.
Levelling any progress you might have made.

Emotion turned in an enemy.
Bleeding out where you wanted to be.
Savage tongues lashing day and night.
Judgement delivered from those who swear they are right.
Forging charges against your name.
All these accusations are crushing your claim.
Obliteration does not have to be your legacy.

Dosing high but feeling weak.
All this negativity continues your grief.
Polarising sense into extremist mentality.
Grifter from what was once a beacon of integrity!

Lying ruined in the bottom of a pit.
Funnelled conscious until you did quit.
Waste of soul that got twisted inside.
Battered as if life was never meant to have you on the ride.
So now callous is all that breathes.
Then where you walked you left only disease.
And your termination came just a little too late.

Bending knees before your grave.
Remembering when you were not brutality’s slave.
Fair soul with a shining heart.
Eyes that could lift any mood into a positive ark.
Sad to know those days are gone.
That no longer will that torch be shone.
Yet we will espouse what came before your coming undone.