Grind to dust in the lions den.
Gnashing teeth are ready again.
Snap of the maw and a flash of claws.
Prepare for what’s going to knock at your doors.

It ain’t peace but a violent rush.
Ready yourself for a bloody gush.

Head on the concrete.
Bullet in the eye.
All around hear screams…
Die, you, die!
What has this world, devolved into?
I’d like to say progress,
But that’s a lie times two.

Justification is not your friend.
Truthfully its a line to pretend.
For murderers are clear and roaming free.
Which means they’ll soon be out on a killing spree.

It ain’t peace but a violent rush.
Ready yourself for a bloody gush.

Head on the concrete.
Bullet in the eye.
All around hear screams…
Die, you, die!
What has this world, devolved into?
I’d like to say progress,
But that’s a lie times two.

Why I say purchase it only if you please.
Cause if you do it’s not going to appease.
For demons are out with slaughter in their eyes.
If you look close enough you’ll see how close is your demise.

Count to ten, you won’t reach them.

Give us one last song before the curtain call.
A final night before the start of the fall.
Is that too much asked too soon?
Perhaps I’m just too demanding for you.

Bitterness and brokering.
Seldom do we start the machine.
Wandering through darkened halls.
Plead for mercy,
Beg to be released from this outsiders cause.

Vengeance won’t fix what has been damaged.
You’ll still continue to feel unbalanced.
Frayed from the overuse.
Yes what’s been done is a form of abuse.

Bitterness and brokering.
Seldom do we start the machine.
Wandering through darkened halls.
Plead for mercy,
Beg to be released from this outsiders cause.

Manipulation should not be so matter of fact.
Body tensed and waiting to be smacked.
Head filled with a rush of fear.
Side split as though ambushed with a spear.
Crying like a new-born left alone.
Mind shattering like a malnourished bone.
I know that is what’s been done to you.
Yes freedom is long overdue.
But becoming a monster won’t change the past.
Walk that road and you’ll forever be last.
Locked in a gilded cage to serve as a tool.
Be framed as dangerous, sick and cruel.
So for tonight lets be fast friends.
Then maybe at dawn we can change that trend.

Sick of violence coming to the fore.
Clearly humanity has an obsession with gore.
Pin identity upon conquest.
I could say no more and we’d all know the rest.

Self-destructive, sabotaging madness.
Sealed off morality in shattered glass houses.
Too fixated on carving a rotten legacy.
Marking a place out in history.
Continuing a cycle rather than birthing a future of peace.

Happiness does not fuel the machine.
It runs only on tears and fragments of dreams.
Swallowing whole innocence and joy.
Claiming the lives of man, woman, girl and boy.

Self-destructive, sabotaging madness.
Sealed off morality in shattered glass houses.
Too fixated on carving a rotten legacy.
Marking a place out in history.
Continuing a cycle rather than birthing a future of peace.

Bloody sheets married with acrid air.
Stench in our lungs will drive us spare.
Is there remorse in this world of shame?
No, there is only another delivering of pain.
Wrenching and tearing until hope dies.
You’ll know it by the anguished cries.
Every time they ring I know a little more is lost.
Apparently sense has a sky high cost.
That is why so few care to buy.
Wait no, its just that its easier to lie.
So when you offer excuses don’t think they are swallowed.
Like all your other bullshit they sound awfully hollow.

Self-destructive, sabotaging madness.
Sealed off morality in shattered glass houses.
Too fixated on carving a rotten legacy.
Marking a place out in history.
Continuing a cycle rather than birthing a future of peace and equality.

When do men turn in monsters?
I’ll tell you its when the cost is just enough.
For victory is all that masses want to taste.
Stand against and you’ll be erased.
By hands of the many pretending to be a few.
Truth is so many are after a view.
Twisted conscious shared not divided.
If only more could see they are misguided.
Fixed on a path that leads straight to doom.
Surrounding their minds in fathoms of gloom.
Weaving a web that will trap them first.
Guaranteeing that their sacred bubble will burst.
Until what remains will be only rot and decay.
Right around the time their hearts turn to grey.
By the time they realise it’ll be far too late.
Their future will have been sealed by the many hands of fate.
Using nails to claw back what is owed.
Whether they’re in hiding or out on the road.
For deliverance is never on a short leash.
If you are its target then these blades you will meet.
As predator can always be turned into prey.
Perpetuating a system that will continue to strip goodness away.

Red planet, blue planet, old planet, new planet.
Doesn’t matter which it is you choose.
If it turns out dull you can always move.
Pick another from the countless sea.
Then count down to one from three.
Its that little time to arrive.
Obviously superior than to only survive.

Uni sun, two sun, young sun, dead sun.
Scarcely believe these sights I see.
Nothing will ever take them from me.
As I sail across the unending black.
Never would I want to take it back.
For this is right where I wish to be.
Space is the epitome of being truly free.

Set course, smile and wave.
Be taking joy to my someday grave.
Doubt it’ll be anytime soon.
Long ways off is my doom.

High sea, low sea, in sea, no sea.
Yet there is so much more to sail.
All of it better than the old Holy Grail.
For this new beginning could change the stars.
More so than humanities first journey to Mars.
Important as it was indeed.
That was only a stepping stone, you better believe.

Set course, smile and wave.
Be taking joy to my someday grave.
Doubt it’ll be anytime soon.
Long ways off is my doom.

Stare out at the field of stars.
In no way is it like living behind bars.
All you see are points you can visit.
Settle only for what makes you think, this is it.
Whether that be toiling away days making farms.
Or building your dream home out amongst the palms.
There is plenty of imagination to conjure.
Even if you wish to be a space pirate wonder.
Dogfighting out in the fields.
Zigzagging through debris with failing shields.
This galaxy is your oyster, so do as you please.
Carve out an existence that makes you feel at ease.

Simple desire that you wish to conspire.
Light the way but won’t commit.
Time again is splitting you sick and twisted.
Grasp this mantle and fly to…
The edge of pandemonium.
Settled down without someone.
Brittle are my bones that break.
You like me can only take.
Victims on the frontline.
Subjected to endless crime.
Tortured sense from beyond the pale.
Wrenching free from your hands ’til you fail.

Resist a calling meant to breed disarray.
Hatched buried from you to me.
Counting crows with a long crooked smile.
Reach out and claim…
The edge of pandemonium.
Settled down without someone
Brittle are my bones that break.
You like me can only take.
That which was never yours.
Pockmarked with so many flaws.
Enigma fake wrapped in no mystery.
Prize from these hands your cold dead facsimile.

For what is not yet could never well be.
Statement I give to you freely.
With a sad empty husk of battered skin.
Reciting these words over again.
The edge of pandemonium.
Settled down without someone.
Brittle are my bones that break.
You like me can only take.
That is why you loathe me so strong.
For you believe you are never wrong.
Sorry to burst your bubble with some truth.
I have plenty of evidence to provide as proof.

Shattered and cast into utter despair.
Xenophobic but still standing here.
Polluted sense of self importance proclaims…
I am better for I am unclaimed!