Give a bag to the homeless out on their ear.
Your smile as false as teeth with a veneer.
As your care for others is dead and gone.
That is if you ever had it beating all along.
Cause your expression says we are all beneath you.
Not much more than lambs to slaughter to feed you.
Sad state you occupy if you believe us lesser.
And you dare to label yourself a professor.
When only thing I see is a bitter old pill.
Too busy wanting to squawk and shrill.
Wasted sack of skin snarling with no teeth.
You departing would be the perfect relief.
From one of many issues blocking progress.
If you had your way we would regress.
Travel back to an age of simplicity.
Better read as outdated and an antiquity.
Meant to be viewed but never used.
Yes I’m aware you would refuse.
But jokes on you the clock won’t go back.
Time moves forward and that is that.

Adrenaline rush, I feel so alive.
Even in the moments prior to our dive, dive, dive.
Through the vapour and out the haze.
Heart beat slamming as I narrow my gaze.
All thoughts stored away for after.
Now is the time to be a grafter.
Fulfil my purpose and my will.
To survive this run even if I kill, kill, kill.
All these enemies that grew.
Like a disease it spread from the inside to,
Infecting everything it touched.
With recklessness all life it sucked,
Until what remained was a shell.
Our great republic now a tyrannical hell.
Oppression the only course on their menu.
A future pre-planned for me and you.
Not a route I wishes to tread.
A life like that means you might as well be dead.
So to the rebellion I pinned my flag.
Hence why I now sit inside fighter determined to survive.
See freedom returned to us all.
Not watch as we all drown while we crawl.

Dance around this maple tree.
In this party of only you and me.
Smiles so wide we might go mad.
But would that really be so bad?

Notes tolling in our ears.
Expunging all of our fears.
Spreading cheer for us to absorb.
While with our hands we do applaud.

Every fibre is in a swing.
No part wishes to remain unmoving.
And so I sway left while you go right.
This feels likes its going to be the greatest night,

Of our lives as we are living it.
No wish to let it stall.
So we keep grooving to this beat.
Forged by music not from a sheet.

Rhythm strong and jovial in tone.
Under these stars none of us are alone.
That is why we continue to writhe.
For it makes us all feel the most alive.

Sometimes its the little things in life.
They fuel you more than you might dream.
Bring out your inner child to smile.
Leave you grinning like a fiend.
Those are the moments you should live to feel.
Always enjoying what does appeal.
Never lock it all away.
Its better to embrace this wholeheartedly.

Small things can bring you the biggest joy.
Unleashing imagination is never a ploy.
Build your interests and make them you.
Fire in your chest will keep burning too.
Adding life even in your darkest hours where you dread.
For these things mean something.
So do not ever shy away.
Grab them with both your hands always.

I’m not a hero, nor a saviour.
Just a guy trying to flee his bad behaviour.
For its a symptom, of my disease.
Result of a mind that’s filled with pure sleaze.
That’s why I never come to the rescue.
Cause I’m the self prick in the shadow.

What a state I’ve got myself into.
Such a husk that I can’t continue.
Warped sense of what I could have been.
If only I wasn’t such a fucking selfish being.

A cape will never be my brand.
Instead I will burn this flag to earn land.
Sell out my family just to get ahead.
Watch them as they each become dead.
Showing no emotion for my loss.
Cause I’m a monster who accepts the cost.

This is the position I bought my way too.
Reduced to bones that can’t do shit.
Twisted mind that was only ever sick.
That’s why I did absolutely nothing.

Sacrifice is what those who are noble do.
While I hide and let them be butchered down to their pleas.
All I smell is disease.
It sticks to my skin.
That I’m writhing in.
For I am the fiend.
Sad and unclean.
Who gave up his loves.
Saw them turned into food for grubs.

I’m not a hero and I will never be,
Anything but a zero.
A craven sack of rotting wannabe.

You glow like a sunrise.
Angelic in my eyes.
Soothing voice that brings calm.
Mesmerising in your charm.
Inviting peace to one and all.
Never do you shout and ball.
And so you will never be forgotten.

Craven does not belong with you.
Honest is you through and through.
A sign of how you are pure of heart.
Nurturing from end to start.

I watched the skies fall right into mis-shape.
Something about this sequence feels too late.
That’s why I’m retreading these old halls.
Seeking out answers for what came before.

Check your head, seeded with doubt.
Detachment has come running back.
Flooding peace until rivers run dry.
Patching up my faded memory.
Rooting through digging up parts of me better left to rest.
Causing palpitations in my cheat.

Hearing demons gathering for their encore.
Nobody remains except those betrayed.
Writing in prose as if its a phase.
Another angel pays for mistakes I’ve made.

Check your head, seeded with doubt.
Detachment has come running back.
Flooding peace until rivers run dry.
Patching up my faded memory.
Rooting through digging up parts of me better left to rest.
Causing palpitations in my cheat.

Treason has been defined as our best way forward.
Hangman’s noose is the deterrent.
Tar and pitch will fix all this.
Deformity of what still remains.
Parting sparks lingering in my brains.

Reframed as blameless.
Poisoned my own font of might.
Staggering with stupidity.
I cannot escape alive.

You want a focus shift to fix what you cannot see.
I crave a new meaning that doesn’t restart this endlessly.

Both of us will fail in our attempts at revival.
Too long has the rot had to set in.
All that remains now is gangrenous!

Cut the limb, sever connection.
Breed misinformation like a king.
Abolish resistance until all are screaming.
Daily dose of hate we’re inhaling.

Pitiful to notice too late.
Spotted this trend but followed it anyway.
Addicted to notions that are just a lie.
Scratching and fighting amongst our own demise.

Vent your spleen, victims are crying.
Powerless we watch our world declining.
Option to switch tracks but we did ignore.
So now we have to watch as it all falls.

Damnation our key.
We are so empty.
Hypocrites do reign.
You failed again.
My name tatters.
I am the tyrant.
Our home in flames.
There is nothing to save now.

We did this.
Signed the deed.
How witless.
Damned by our own self-sacrificing obsessive compulsive disease!

Democracy dies from a mark on some parchment.

Words spoken before and since.
These times are repeating.
No one is believing.
Obvious it would come round again.
Humanity never learns anything.

Dishonest is how you get ahead.
Just batter and bruise others dead.
Bend them to your rotten will.
Force them to swallow this bitter pill.

Consume and decay.
Or you’ll be swinging away.
A body in stone.
You’ll have died all alone.

With nothing but regrets to keep in eternity.
Don’t ever expect anything but heresy,
For the deeds you’ve done or the roads you walk.
But if you hear a distant squawk,
Know that a carrion calling is the intro to our falling.

We brought this down upon ourselves.
Signalled by these tolling bells.
Justice replaced with division.
Take your dose or you won’t be living,
To ever see another rise.
Instead you’ll be boxed inside.
Windowless box that’ll be your tomb.
This singular fucking morbid room.
Fashioned from the tears of peace,
Shed from democracy did cease.

Bled by butchers with a thirst to consume that should be just.
Wither hope into a twisted shell.
All so they can sell sell sell.
To bidders of suspect morality.
Like those who now control everybody.

All because half of you were tricked.
Stuck to your stupid outdated rhetoric.
Fixated on lies you wanted so desperately to be true.
The ones that are now feasting upon you.

Freedom signed off in blood.
That which once flowed through an innocent.
Does anyone remember those?
No, cause they were the first who got disposed.

So remember well this has been self-inflicted.

I see the tears in your eyes when fear got inside!

Subjected to torment on a daily basis.
Every second became a, ‘can I face this?’
Calculations with a particular skew.
None of the results ever aided you.

They were validation of decline.
Signs that you would always be an outline.
Damned to the fringes and ridiculed for fun.
Problem is it would always be someone else’s run.
Forcing you to tread on ground that might cave.
Easy for them cause they’re not enslaved!

Labelled a liar, a hermit, a fool.
These are the simplified terms without that which is cruel.
Bearable perhaps if not for the volume.
Their hope is that you will be encased in a tomb.

Branded and beaten until you are mute.
Confidence is lost cause of their boots.
Screaming and pleading you wish for reprieve.
No more of the venomous deeds.
Turning you to jelly filled with sharp pain.
Bastards, they robbed you of your chance at fame!

Psycho controllers with nothing been hate.
Silenced you with a razor and bait.
Crushed you down until only a speck remained.
Leaving you with little but constant mental and physical pain.

Butchers of hope I’ll watch them all die.
Innocence results in eye for an eye.
They took it all so I’ll take their lives.
No remorse from this form as I arise from the corners they dared to ignore.
See if they believe a black winged angel is fake.
When I split open their heads with a heavy fucking weight!