Gesture to keys that mark each fate.
Fueled and frozen by hidden disgrace.
What are the antitodes to these crimes?
Sat atop the fountain of cursed denial.

Warp these minds.
Scratch them thin.
Unwind that which makes them beg for oblivion.

Pulverised by hidden forms out of reach.
Some day soon it will be time to preach.
With screams of mercy and hate entailed.
Your victims will wish they’d been impaled.

Warp these minds.
Scratch them thin.
Unwind that which makes them beg for oblivion.

You are the monster.
Residing inside the walls.
Whatever the torture.
You extoll without pause.
Horror story cooked for all.
You are thaat which proceeds a fall.
Hands of blood.
Hearts for glory.
We are all entities in your sick story.

Warp these minds.
Scratch them thin.
Unwind that which makes us beg for oblivion.

Rise from slumber only to feel regret.
Life full of sphincters I wish I could eject.
Round and round this ride continues.
Bored of the repetition.
Everything feels so empty.

For too long I’ve had to think.
Always teetering on the brink.
Give me a chemical lobotomy!

Paraded like a golden goddamn lamb.
To me these moments are nothing but a sham.
Controlled by hands that are not my own.
Sever me from these moments.
Leave so I can be alone.

For too long I’ve had to think.
Always teetering on the brink.
Give me a chemical lobotomy!

With an hourglass I make my wishes.
But still nothing ever alters.
Trapped in a shell akin to a bottle.
Would much rather eat hot gel.
For time is dragging and days are blue.
Disaster is my badge of dishonoured glow!

For too long I’ve had to think.
Always teetering on the brink.
Give me a chemical lobotomy!
Set me free!

Putrification of your violation.
Setting fires amongst the sheep.
Joy has become a dirty word.
Only violence can now be heard.
With a gun to our heads and a hook in our backs.
What surrounds are lies that replaced facts.

Put your ego down.
In danger of being close to drowning.

Severance encased in concrete smiles.
Demons playing with our life cards.
One wrong move and we die.
Dealers choice is a complete lie.
So stand ground or cower in the dark, its all the same.
Forced to watch as our future goes up in flame.

Piston forged in the dark of night.
Every moment reinforces our plight.
Suspended in a tomb of whey.
Want this collapsing cage to go a-fucking-way!

Put your ego down.
In danger of being close to drowning.
One more time.
We go again.
Repeat the cycle.
Run from being a disciple!

Help me cross to make believe.
For too many days have led me astray.
With fractured moments spun and weave.
Give me chances to return a reprieve.
Sanctioned down the garden path.
In comes a vicious lash to kill.

Stare into the sun.
Burn me free.
Let the flames wash over me.

Juxtaposition forced to the fore.
Twindling thumbs but not much more.
Silence in an empty haunted cell.
Bring me a new game to cheat.
Pause for I cannot escape the beat.

Stare into the sun.
Burn me free.
Let the flames wash over me.

Xeno defines only the ill.
Poverty magnified with a chill.
Chemical signals blocked to hinder.
Oscillate my hopes and dreams.
Make my future spill pointlessly.
For I am the boss as well as the minion.
Stripped down to barely an opinion.
Not mine but that of another.
I am filled by abstract bother.

Stare into the sun.
Burn me free.
Let the flames wash over me.

Immolation from this control over my days in a blinding haze!

There were times where I could’ve turned and run.
Raised by hands and surrendered to anyone.
All they needed to do is question me.
Flawed and fractured had become my state.
Nothing sat right in my everyday.

Halcyon dreams.
Bring back that which does no harm.
All I hear are screams.
What I need most is calm.

Directions turned and walked away from me.
Body felt like it could never be free.
Subjects slipped through my fingers.
I was brought to the slaughter.
All I wanted was to deny them quarter.

Halcyon dreams.
Bring back that which does no harm.
All I hear are screams.
What I need most is calm.

Bartered intelligence for a safe haven.
Proof I could only be labelled craven.
Seperated from my one true position.
Sanity rested in outside my grasp.
Even my voice was little more than a rasp.

Halcyon dreams.
Bring back that which does no harm.
All I hear are screams.
What I need most is calm.

Punishment trained upon me like a sniper’s scope.
Every bone in my body was now broke.
Divide down my own faultline.
Torn and gouged like a dying sun.
Fearful of absolutely everyone.

Halcyon dreams.
Bring back that which does no harm.
All I hear are screams.
What I need most is calm!

Mistakes can be made even by the wisest soul.
For life is about living, learning and improving so…
If you get something wrong hold your hands up and admit.
Don’t double down on disaster or people will quit.
Leave you to fester in darkness alone.
Its how you become a soul that is like shattered bone.
These words are warning bot prophecy.
Heed them and you might avert yourself from tragedy.

Lack of knowledge does not mean you are dumb.
Perhaps you have not been given the same chances as everyone.
In this life that can happen but should not lead to hate.
For along lifes path are many roads to help you create.
Build a library filled with rich tidbits and tales.
The kind that will help you navigate as if you have sails.
So listen well and take in all that is offered.
Never say that right now you really can’t be bothered.

Dare to dream even if those aspirations never bare fruit.
For a mind without hope will quickly become a brute.
And no one wants to share a world with violent babes.
The sort that grow up to carry and use serrated blades.
That is why you should wonder and never let it go.
Doing so will keep you in a positive flow.
Yet some may call you childish or a fantasist.
Truth be told it is just sour grapes on which they are pissed.

Think ill of me well then fuck you.
Sick and tired of your dumb show.
This is my life and I know me.
Make up bullshit but I won’t play see.
My path is my own and I’ll walk it as one.
Loneliness can get painful but at least I’m able to carry on.
No disappointment will I bare all my days.
I make my choices without feeling shame.
You haven’t a clue but that’s not my problem.
We are strangers sailing past like ships in the night.
Once that has happened we’ll never repeat this fight.
So keep your views to yourself cause I’m not listening.

Torn by a single accusation,
I feel so powerless and broken.
Do you know what its like to be like this?

Belittled ’til you relent.
My emotions are being victimised.
I just want a way out of this painful disguise.

But I’m not the bastard, the liar, the issue.
I decide.
You will listen.
Understand why your words sting like poison.

Brought low by judgement.
Guilt has become a formality.
I am whatever you all say about me.

Battered by lifes storm.
You have burned my pristine skin.
I hate how all this damning has me feeling.

But I’m not the bastard, the liar, the issue.
I decide.
You will listen.
Understand why your words sting like poison.

Psychotic like so many others.
Stuck in a cycle you don’t even see.
You are a part of the repeating misery.
Unable to undersrand how you wound me.
I thought you were different but I was so wrong.
Truth is everyone has become lost in the scorn.

But I’m not the bastard, the liar, the issue.
I decide.
You will listen.
Understand why your words sting like poison.

No more.
No more!
My heart is shredded.
You might shrug but I’m light headed!

Back against the wall you maintain your insistence.
Even when its clear you’re wrong you stress relentless.
Do you know what its like to be innocent but damned?
While I should move on I’m sick of bearing the brand.
So fuck you for your desire to believe I am cruel.
To be blunt it makes you look like a fool.
If you were better then you would hold your hands high.
Admit you’ve made a mistake and apologise.
But hey, I’ll be the bigger man and carry the blade.
Sticking out my back its another mark I’ve been betrayed.
When will this world see that demanding they are right is where we fall down?

Tired of the endless blame levelled without proof.
Its gone on so long its become a cliched spoof.
Berate this and lie about that as if you are faultless.
Starting to believe communication is pointless.
Maybe I’ll just fade away and leave this space to decay.
There are things I care far more about than war.
All battling really does is leave you drained and poor.
Just don’t expect me to care like I once did.
By accusing me you have shattered my bid.
You are on your own but I doubt you care.
Have a nice life, I refuse to be used like an emergency flare.

Lay in the dark of an early morn.
Peace and quiet that keeps me calm.
Nothing to fear as I breathe in and out.
Soothing to not have to run about.
If only the world could reach this level.
Be a place where there is no tug of war.
Cause all conflict does is bring us low more.

Watching the world go by fills me with glee.
All around there is so such marvellous beauty.
Astounding to think that once it was not here.
I do so hope that the final end is not near.
Cause to see all this slide would shatter my heart.
Leave me in pieces looking for a restart.
I would not find and I’m well aware, so lets not even go there.

Paradise is what we make it.
There are no blueprints and cannot take it.
Has to be forged through blood, sweat and desire.
Passion should burn like a raging fire.

Out in the silence of the countryside.
That is a place where my heart can glide.
Change of scene that brings some clarity.
Helps to anchor down and refuel my parity.
For unravelling aids no ships to sail.
And I wish no defeat to one and all.
This world of ours is for everyone who wants it.