I ran these channels.
I bled these kings.
All so I could start over again.

Feed the daemon.
Restart the machine.
Birth from darkness that which could bring a new era unending.

What is the future?
Here lies our past.
Siphoned to conscious.
Lucid versions of a segregated cast!

No place for freedom.
End of all roads!

God’s fought men and men killed everything.
Paradise faced wrath and could not withstand.
Sundered by doctrines woven from pain.
Friction multiplied by colossi with venom.
Observed under nights filled with gnashing jaws.
Try for absolution and you find only locked doors.
Proliferation of madness wrapped with a bow.
No longer will it matter if we decided to stay or go.

Ruined my chances.
Buried my soul.
What remains is a empty bowl.

Plug and play with these remnants of society.
Trigger ready to be depressed into the skin.
Fire off your hate so you can retcon everything.
With bodies scattered all around.
This landscape is another to add to your collection.
Of ideologies bred for corprification.
As sanity slides down into these synthetic pits.
You brand the innocent vile heretics.

Infiltrated senses with antidotes to peace.
Birthing from nothing that which condemns relief.
Galvanizing weak minded souls against common sense.
Including those who once sat upon the fence.
Watching but never feeling needles in their skin.
Your twisted nature brought depravity even to them.
Silencing glory that could have been.
These medications stop them recalling.

Sledge hammer to the skull.
Crush hope with an anvil.
Born from agony to spread disease.
Wired oblivion that will never bleed.

Cable wrapped sinew.
Digest these lies until they become a part of you.
Juxtaposed against brevities touch.
Its all become way too much!

Swallowing joy within pre-programmed moments.
Condensed down into a void filled process.
Overflowing with falsified entertainment.
What you feel are products designed for engagement.
Stark contrasts to when reality was raw.
Instead its all boxed items to keep you in their hungry maw.
Forced to bleed how and when they wish.
Individuality turned into a memory abyss.

Arms wide open,
Embracing entropy.
Words left unspoken.
Nothing of you still rests with me.

Time split us apart.
So many questions I never got to ask.
And now…
Each one is waying upon my soul.
Spinning in circles.
Gone is any form of control.

Head bowed low.
Accepting annihilation.
Blind to the sadness.
If only it had stayed that way.

Time split us apart.
So many questions I never got to ask.
And now…
Each one is waying upon my soul.
Spinning in circles.
Gone is any form of control.

What are these reflections?
Ebb that refuses to flow.
Trapped in dedication.
Searching for your face.
Crowd with no one I recognise.
Solitary in this wide world.
Lost like a coin in the snow.

Arms wide open,
Embracing entropy.
Words left unspoken.
Nothing of you still rests with me.

I can stand here no more.
Too much is flowing through this open rotten door.
Making my head spin like top.
Been thinking so long that I just can’t stop.
What a disease that continues to thrive.
Juxtaposition that hands me a last place prize.
Down on the up.
Cursing myself.
Then shirking the lot.
With a head full of haze.
A spine shot to hell.
My next move might just cripple my own future prosperity.

Counting in pairs for no one but you.
Luck is a lie when you submit to everyone else cry.
Why am I here?
Give me a sign before I decline.
Sink to the depths where I can’t see.
Accept that termination is the next state for me.
Pluck out my eyes.
Victim in disguise.
Hunting for nothing.
Guessing at living.
Siphoning solutions.
Every day is a short stopped twisted spell of confusion.

Fixated on what will never be mine.
Truncated as if my smile is a crime.
Bestowed with drive that few can match.
Pity I’m faded from pristine to cracked!

I could stand it no more.
Too much has flowed through this open rotten door.
My sore.
I abhor.
What remains I want no more.

March across land and sea.
We are the exhumed,
And we are free.

Sick of dynasties built on treason.
Now we are in an open hunting season.
Searching out those who vilify peace.
Making them understand they will face no relief.
For all their travesties will be paid in kind.
Cross this world and you will die on the line!

March until evil is clear.
We are the exhumed,
And we have no fear.

Disgusted by betrayal and liar’s tongues.
Soon they will rue possessing either one.
Carving out what they do not own.
Popularising the polarisation of being extreme.
Judging others with outdated and twisted means.
Hatred shall not be reigning strong!

March
We are the exhumed.
And we march.
Expunge suffering and march.
Revived as a counterbalance.
Extolling what should have been laid to rest.
No more betrayal and death.
Vent these oppressors into atmosphere.
Clear all parasites that are dwelling here!

March
March
March
March

Line em up and let em go.
Knock us around.
For nothing is owed.

State of being divided in our tomb.
Wind around these corridors.
Restart to renew.
What came before may not come round again.
Spitting out disbelief.
Words unspoken.

This is the omen yet to break.

Old version in a new state.
Confounding me.
Battered I continue to crawl on broken knees.
Struggling to conquer.
Torn asunder.

Termination has become the symptom.
Breathing is the disease.
Limited to observation.
Pulled from safety and thrust into wartime grief!

Lies have been told.
Honesty in shreds.
Damaged cargo.
Gutted by those meant to serve as protection.
Sacrificed for glory.
Squandered token.

Lined em up and let em go.
Wolves amongst sheep.
Tearing limb from limb.
We are owed!

Sun sets on this realm I once called my throne.
This transition period sees me walk this path alone.
Devoid of possessions but what is on my back.
At last I am free of the rope that permitted no slack.
Walking free amongst the wilderness of the world.
Finally perhaps these memories can be unfurled.
No longer crushing me beneath their unbearable weight.
Beginning of a new fate?

Night washes over every grain of dirt and pebble stone.
Across these roads I traverse all on my own.
Unburdened by the horrors that I once wielded so well.
Future I severed before I inevitably lost and fell.
These scars allowed to heal in whatever time they require.
No more do I have to commit to being a liar.
Guilt riddled but persistent to survive any outcome.
No wonder I was close to coming undone!

Dawn breaks on these new lands so foreign to me.
Determined to make this place my eternity.
Building up what starts as a blank canvas.
Past has eased its weight upon my back.
Feeling brighter than I have in so long.
Not sure I have ever felt quite this strong.
This new life I hold oh so very near and dear.
Makes me proud I got here.

You’re pretty to the eyes.
Pity you’re rotten and dark on the inside.
Twisted sense that every one should serve you.
Destroying hope as if you deserve to.
With a smile hiding a liars tongue.
Look appealing as you prepare to sink a knife in.

Conscience to the fore.
Beneath the surface you’re filled with war.
Calling truth a lie to get your own selfish way.
Desperate to loom over everybody.
Causing damage as you please.
All should bow or be made to live on their knees.

Smell like a flower in bloom.
What lies within is a psychotic narcissist loon.
Theft to you is what you have not had bestowed.
Others freedom is something you thirst to erode.
All while pretending to be sweet.
Flashing those pearly whites to all those you greet.

Face filled with beauty.
Malice is what you bathe in truthfully.
Twisting friends and family to get out in front.
Don’t care who other than you bares the brunt,
Of actions that were you but framed on them.
This is cyclical without end.

You’re pretty to the eyes.
Pity you’re rotten and dark on the inside.
Twisted sense that every one should serve you.
Destroying hope as if you have the rights to.
With a pristine smile hiding a serpent tongue.
Look innocent as you prepare to execute others for fun.

Returning home from a distant shore.
Everything once owned is no more.
Feeling broken, depressed and seething.
Sleeping rough all while grieving.

Only possessions are about my person.
These discharge papers mean nothing.
Starving I beg for scraps on a corner.
No one realises I fought for their future.

Flashes of violence keep me awake.
PTSD is what they call this state.
But no one cares now I have no uniform.
I am simply another blight to civil society.

But if you’re so civil why am I left to rot?
Can’t remember warm food or comfort.
Instead I taste only mould and dirt.
Faith in humanity is dead and buried.

Eight years and nothing has changed.
Promises broken for we have been forgot.
Defended you with our lives.
Lost brothers and sisters only to be cut off.

Murdered in a brutal sweep and clear.
If only they’d known I’d be back in a year.
From a crow tap tap tapping upon my grave.
To enact vengeance for their violent ways.

Painted like a dark angel of death.
Fear will fill their final moments.
No redemption arc just to be crystal clear.
This is an eye for an eye kind of situation.

Tin Tin was the first one to go.
His knives were fun to play with though.
And he got the point in the end.
Splayed out with daggers in his chest.

Next had to be the rapest prick.
Funboy who had a bit of a morphine habit.
Wound to his leg didn’t change his demise.
An overdose of supreme size.

Strapped to the driver’s chair.
T-bird was barely able to mutter and stare.
Knew who I was but it didn’t change a thing.
He loved flames and they give him a licking.

Three down only one to go.
Skank would soon be dispatched too.
But not before a king’s court got gutted.
Knowing the true evil didn’t save Skank from going out a window.

In a church that had been left to rot
Grange was not one I shot.
But Top Dollar didn’t get run right through.
While Myca lay twisted and eyeless too.

And with that my deeds were done.
Climbed back into my grave.
Shelly waiting for me on the other side.
Vengeance once and for all paid.