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.

Surrounded by noise until it becomes too loud.
This busy hustle bustle grinds me down.
Its too much action for me all the time.
To be honest I can’t unwind.

I need to find peace.
Eremition.
Its what gives me release.
Contemplation.
Centering myself brings me everything.

Bangs on my right and voices on my left.
Let there be nothing to give me a rest.
For all the frantic just wears me thin.
Making my head continually spin.

I need to find peace.
Eremition.
Its what gives me release.
Contemplation.
Centering myself brings me everything.

Polar opposite of what so many crave.
I am not unique but I am in a different phase.
Determined to seek calm while others want alarm.
Too much action reduces me to fraction.
It does me damage but no lasting harm.
Makes me wish to retreat.
So I can recharge my bones.
Cannot continue to compete if I don’t withdraw.
All this stimulus is overloading me more and more.

I need to find peace.
Eremition.
Its what gives me release.
Contemplation.
Centering myself brings me everything.

Fills up my soul.
Grants me all control.
Eases my weary head.
Removes fog where it once bled.
Permits me to continue.

I see the pettiness in those eyes.
Where you continue to fantasise.
Take what you want.
Don’t get what you earn.
Crime or not is never a concern.
With a head full of hate and mouth full of bile.
You are a vindictive mass creating a cult of denial.

Seethe whenever you don’t get your way.
Plan B is resort to extortion and bribery.
No forethought in your words.
You just want to be heard.
Message is all garbled as is your brain.
Every word you speak is to completely bamboozle.
Megalomania so great that there is no such thing as refusal.

Prey on victims for they are fair game.
Only care is for you and not others pain.
Empathy devoid.
Get more from a droid.
Shell of a human that’s lying to win.
Siphon off all this money so you can keep scheming.
All while spinning more cons to keep them believing.

System of corruption teeters on the brink.
Every new attempt only heightens its stink.
Brings exploitation to the fore.
Forever these elites only crave for more.
Clawing at what decency does remain.
Determined to send us all insane.
Convert freewill into conformity.
Whether through propaganda or travesty.
Tightening their grips upon our throats.
No wonder we are all beginning to choke.
See our periphery fade to black.
If they succeed there is no going back.
This is not a war its an extermination.
Fracturing peace to bury it whole.
Pilfering whatever they believe should be theirs.
Twisting honest words to confuse en masse.
Fiction framed as if its fact.
Speak out and you get smacked.
Beaten down until you can barely move.
Only to be added to some kind of list.
Branded a danger to yourself and everyone else.
Execution might be what comes next.
Yet these massacres are always downplayed.
Made out to just be the human way.
If that were true then how are we still here?
Its the sick and crazy filling us with fear.
Making us little more than pawns.
Don’t want us to question anymore.
To do so is to see through their tactics.
A terminal cancer that’ll end everything!