Line them up where they will fall.
Single sound repeating its call.
Populace jumps at every single boom.
Fearful of this purge imitated by a loon.

How long before we’re next?
Cries from innocence that may soon be lost.
Victims turned into examples and warnings.
Follow rhetoric or be rotting by morning.

Your sick ideology!

Ban what doesn’t fit in this limited view.
Those in agreement are but the few.
Instilling loss with a non-righteous bite.
All of this is extinguishing an already diminishing light.

Who will be left in the years to come?
Cries from innocence that may soon be lost.
Victims turned into examples and warnings.
Follow rhetoric or be rotting by morning.

Your sick ideology!

Savage disease that is permitted to spread.
Out in the open hate dances with those who are dead.
Spitting dignity as if none is deserved.
What remains on these isles is madness that needs to be interred.
But chances look slim of sense beating stupidity.
All of these psychos are empowered by butchery.

Find the slot through which all rot has flowed.
For too long doubt has been in our souls.
Headstrong in the wrong dimensions.
Bludgeoning when we should be building.
Eternal silence will be scolding.

Transfixed on that which we cannot change.
Past is written but future can be adjusted.
Correct that which has been derailed.
Communication can fix this world.
Unite against pain unfurled.

You and I stand against the banned.
We as one can hold out our hands.
Us is how we can be grand.

Damage done won’t prevent a changing wind.
Cooperation can withstand all attacks.
Resist bribery to reach new heights.
These sick few wish us to succumb.
We must refute all they brandish in hand.

You and I stand against the banned.
We as one can hold out our hands.
Us is how we can be grand.

Wound in positivity has been located.
It can’t be filled but it can be satiated.
Held at bay so we might grow to be what destiny once dreamed.
Society turned away from being damned.
We prosper as we go hand in hand!

Buried in thick layers of mud,
Those who crossed me lay in graves…
Out by the woods.

So many narcissists gather at the table.
Each wants their fill of what they have not earned.
Leeches in suits that take without a word.
Fascists in boots will stampede like a herd.
Yet nothing will alter what will come next.
For time has decided to render them expired.
Melancholy will not be their flute.
No one marching to their drums.
What shall persist is without their rot.
Proliferate what they want forgot.
They’re weathering freedoms away.
These monsters wanting us to submit to barbarity.

No more standing on these sidelines.
Time has come to reflect this violence right back at them.
Maybe then they’ll comprehend.
These sentiments that should be gone…
Will not be permitted to carry on.

Shut your mouth and quit your whining.
Only snowflakes here are you high and mighty.
Spouting cause you are desperate to hold your spot.
Bored of hearing about how hard its got…
That all of us don’t bow down to you.
If you want respect, earn it fools.

Sidelines are being redrawn by us.
We hold the cards that you wanted to magnify your choking hold.
Too late your reign is now growing mold.
Clung on for a little too long.
Now those tables are completely gone.

The one I loved I threw to the fire.
All that was beautiful sacrificed upon a pyre.
Now what remains is but a blackhole.
Feasting upon what was once my soul.

Is there hope? No.
Can I get freedom? Oh no.
Did I do this to myself? Of course I fucking did.
I’m a stupid selfish prick!

Someone I cared for I ruined completely.
Let my mind race far beyond the limit I should’ve allowed.
That’s why I feel like a shell.
Destroyed this chance I could’ve had.

Is there hope? No.
Can I get freedom? Oh no.
Did I do this to myself? Of course I fucking did.
I’m a stupid selfish prick!

Why can’t I be torn limb from limb?
Be reduced down to naught.
Converted into soil.
Pulverised to dust.
Its what I deserve for my selfish actions.
Hurry and convert me to fractions.
I am disgusted by my i-den-ti-ty!

Is there hope? No.
Can I get freedom? Oh no.
Did I do this to myself? Of course I fucking did.
I’m a stupid selfish prick!

Is there hope? No.
Can I get freedom? Oh no.
Did I do this to myself? Of course I fucking did.
I’m a stupid selfish prick!

Why do I always have to open my mouth?
I know better than to do it and yet I always continue.
Spouting my insecurities, exposing how weak I am.
Venting my spleen that leaves me alone again.

Its like a self destruction I crave.
I see it and yet I can’t turn away.
Tearing out my heart after I want to give it to somebody.
Leaving me feeling numb.
My brain continues but my heart is undone.
Reduces me to a void.
I’m the monster I wanted to avoid.

Feeling slighted when there was no slight in sight.
Staring at this mirror sickened by myself.
Yet still I continue to pick apart my world.
Reduce it to an empty rotting husk of a thing.

Its like a self destruction I crave.
I see it and yet I can’t turn away.
Tearing out my heart after I want to give it to somebody.
Leaving me feeling numb.
My brain continues but my heart is undone.
Reduces me to a void.
I’m the monster I wanted to avoid.

No matter how hard I try to be better…
I always tear apart my prosperity.
Slay my positivity.
Rupture what I could have enjoyed.
Converted happiness to stupid insanity.

That leaves all alone.
That cripples me whole.
I hate all this noise.
My head is a mistake I can’t escape!

Its like a self destruction I crave.
I see it and yet I can’t turn away.
Tearing out my heart after I want to give it to somebody.
Leaving me feeling numb.
My brain continues but my heart is undone.
Reducing me to a void.
I’m the monster I wanted to avoid.

Sing the song of our forefathers building.
Ancestral stories that keep us surviving.
For when days are dark and emotions grey these are what keep us ready.

Storms can’t last forever.
Darkness shall always break.
Whatever ill may come cannot be an eternal wake!

Feast within these halls built to last.
These are our homes that will stand fast.
Hope is never much farther than just past the nearby horizon.

Howling winds will subside.
Cloudy skies will clear from view.
What damage has been done can be recovered from!

Eons of patience have prepared our minds.
Forgotten for too long this knowledge now reborn.
Struggle is not a permanence.
Before long we’ll find peace.
Joy will fill our hearts and minds.
Ruthlessness will be crushed by being warm and kind.

Scream the histories of those who came before.
Chant in unison to prove we are so much more.
Murk breaks to reveal peaceful stars twinkling on this inky canvas!

Standing out on this ledge with a precipice below.
Violence at my back, I don’t know which way to go.
Show me something to ease my warring mind!

Oblivion woven.
Judgement stands surrounding.
Hooded figures with faces obscured.
Deliver me a sign.
Is there a cure?

Spectre guides all into this well hidden cave.
Looming overhead with no chance to be saved.
Bring silence where only cacophony does rage!

Deliberation on isolation.

Oblivion woven.
Judgement stands surrounding.
Hooded figures with faces obscured.
Deliver me a sign.
Is there a cure?

Set this torch to our cross.
Crucifixion for the lost.
Walking corridors that never end.
Empathy turns to sand.
Inclusion once more banned.

With blunt force trauma we slide away.
Too much reliance on being in the grey!

Oblivion woven.
Judgement stands surrounding.
Hooded figures with faces obscured.
Deliver me a sign.
Is there a cure?

Individuality is being pushed off a cliff.
Order of business is to be robotic.
Think alike, act the same and do as you’re told.
These are the commandments that are being proclaimed.

Distill the basic components to make them the core.
No deviations from this anymore.
For carbon copies are what will withstand.
This chaos in meaning as we spin to an end painted on walls.
We are not important for we are just tools.
Doing bidding of those high above.
Rich, famous and other brilliants.

It all sounds like bollocks to me.
Distill if you want but I will refuse.
My life will be what I choose.

Being yourself gets you banished to the wilds.
Submit, comply and join with this line.
For generations they want us to commit to nothing to servitude.
I don’t want any part of that sort of lifeless shit.

Distill the basic components to make them the core.
No deviations from this anymore.
For carbon copies are what will withstand.
This chaos in meaning as we spin to an end painted on walls.
We are not important for we are just tools.
Doing bidding of those high above.
Rich, famous and other brilliants.

It all sounds like bollocks to me.
Distill if you want but I will refuse.
My life will be what I choose.

Too many cooks and not enough brains.
Rich doesn’t mean you are not insane.
Nor does some title applied to you at birth.
Plenty of people are out of their minds.
Delusions of grandeur with a megalomania line.
Thinking that they know how this future will unfold.
If you hear them rambling then it means they know nothing…

Its all sounds like bollocks to me.
Distill if you want but I will refuse.
My life will be what I choose.

If you feel the same then break free.
Cause all of this following it stupid really!

Captive audience cut down by two,
Now it is just me and you.
Enemies who once stood of friends.
This alliance came to a violent end.
Fist in crotch and foot in jaw.
No chance of us being civilised anymore.

Tokenism remains.
Calamity in chains.
Pop out and I will shoot.
Doesn’t matter if you wave this white flag.
I know you’re a monster no matter how cute you appear.

Armed for war against my soul.
Determined to gain control.
Eyes locked and narrowed to a line.
From both of us mistrust does shine.
Tit for tat is our permanent way.
If you come I’ll still be waiting patiently.

Tokenism remains.
Calamity in chains.
Pop out and I will shoot.
Doesn’t matter if you wave this white flag.
I know you’re a monster no matter how cute you appear.

Fractured duo always ready to kill.
If you are yang then I feel no thrill.
Not opposites side of a coin.
More like differing types of being.
For you loathe me and I disdain you.
Raise your guard like I will too.

Knife in your back, arrow in my side.
Neither of us blinked which is why we both are going down tonight!

Tokenism remains.
Calamity in chains.
White flag stained black.
Both departed and not coming back.
Our poison chalices are spent at last.

Find your circumspect antics etched into flesh.
Another night gone as the headlights reflect.
More than manage to analyse where you fell.
After the over came the descent into a spell.
Swallowed by moments that never were your own.
Too late is here and its demanding its toll.

Parasitic inventions draped into new old tensions.
Yellow turns to blue just to get away from you.
With a head full of lies and a belly running dry.
Here is where you stand as you cross a line.
Reading only that which suits your angle.
Every act you perform ends in a tangle.

Open heart tension handed down at half nine.
Your hands still pulling on that dead grey vine.
Hoping to change what you set in hewn stone.
Shattering this realm leaving each of us alone.
Wrangle that which does not sit to your pleasure.
Forever caught in this web of dissatisfaction.