Claw at the face of the ancients.
For too long you’ve kept us like mental patients.
Straight-jacketed without any hope of release.
Drip poison into our ears to numb out peace.
Twisted truth to lie until we cannot listen.
From this life we are completely missing.
Shells waiting for our time to come.
By then we are strung out, undone.
In service to your false gods.
We are used and cast out as if we are cogs.
Care is but a distant noise we cannot touch.
Senses overwhelmed by miles too much.
With mechanical guards exacting your wills.
They teeter on the brink of time to kill.
Fracturing futures as if morality was not a thing.
Unplug this misery before society goes sinking.
Damned to the seas that boil and burn.
Why should our descendants not get their turn?
To live, to love, to learn like we did.
Sever this cord so we might fix before this rig…
Turns to scrap and claims us all.
These masks won’t save you from the impending fall.

Woke up, something felt strange.
War had been buried and left to decay.
It warmed my heart to feel all the peace.
At long last no misery, was my verbal release.
From that day on I could not help but smile.
Daring to dream it might last a long while.
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to years.
Soon a decade had passed without wars grinding gears.
Celebrations erupted each and every new spring.
With no new tensions beginning to boil.
It seemed at last humanity would not fight over any scrap of soil.

Now fifty years later and it’s still the same.
On my death bed I hope it does not change.
For war has no purpose that proves positive.
It is purely something truly destructive.
Laying waste to beauty and potential.
Two things that are far more essential.
And while I could describe how it occurred.
I feel doing so would be quite absurd.
That is why I will leave this light on detail.
Instead with my last dying breath I say this.
Stay in the ground war, you were always worthless.

Bored by the same old rhetoric.
Can’t we just move on?

War for land, fire for greed, kill to warn, I hate this creed!

Over and over this cycle repeats.
Contempt has become like a currency.
Buy it now and buy it large,
Stock it up then cash in later and watch the discharge.

Scorch all land, deny supplies, slaughter civilians, there is no line!

Yammering sphincter one and all.
Claiming none of you have any control.
If its true then pass the flame.
Cause you are clearly beyond being called inept and lame.

None of us want to watch this madness.
Everyone, with a conscience, filled with sadness.
Children dying for their ancestors bickering.
Have any of you considered somehow fixing…
Any of that which has been broken so long?
Of course not you are stuck in the past but won’t let it lie.
Is all this bloodshed worth an eye for an eye?
Cause if you do it too long you’ll all go blind.
And I’d say that happened back along time.
Its why you are fumbling like a drunken calf.
With a head full of idiotic vitriol barf.
Devoid of sense as you continue your march.
There will be no victor in this childish farce.

Bored by the same old rhetoric.
Can’t we just move on?

War for land, fire for greed, kill to warn, I hate this creed!
Scorch all land, deny supplies, slaughter civilians, there is no line!

Corporate greed will be your downfall.
We are not commodities for you to control.
So back up and re-check reality.
You call us delusional yet forget your fragility.
Cause you have no corp without our hands.
If you push too far it’ll be a mass firebrand.

Stuck up, sociopathic tendencies.
Convinced you are worth more than we.
Silver spoon cannot solve it all.
Go too far you’ll choke like a damned fool.
As your head is not as miraculous as you believe.
In truth you are but a symptom of a greater disease.

Twisted slanted view on what is right.
That’s why your collective lights aren’t so bright.
Seen through your muck to your inner core.
Evidence is clear, you are a self obsessed bore.
Churning bodies to build your unstable empire.
Every word you say reveals you as more of a liar.

If you were singular it wouldn’t be so bad.
In fact you’d be a tiny thorn labelled a fad.
Regrettably you are but one in a sea.
Ocean of crazed self declaring genius wannabes.
Convinced that you are pinnacles of vision.
Please, the lot of you deserve only derision.

Playing pauper and to be frank that is you, true.
All your wealth is a number on a screen or two.
Its why you’re so desperate to stay in the news.
If you don’t you’ll sink and then you’ll lose.
Be forgotten as you’re buried in silt.
Will happen shortly after the crumbling of what you falsely claim to have built.

Never did I think this would be.
I saw you and you too saw me.
You have barely aged a day.
And you mutter likewise to me.
Then are chatter falls in place.
Its as if there has been any space.
Cause that old void has sealed up.
Like someone has refilled by cup.
Can’t stop from grinning ear to ear.
Especially when you’re laughter is what I hear.

All my focus is locked on you.
Good to know my feelings have carried through.
While you watch me with smiling eyes.
I feel a warmth from deep inside.
Glance at a clock to find the day is gone.
Couldn’t care less for this is far from wrong.
I ask you how life has been.
Fantastic but been missing something.
My heart skips cause I hope it was me.
With mild shock you confirm that exactly.

Thirty years and here we sit.
Side by side since that day we did commit.
About a week after our reconnection.
Our bond like a positive infection.
Proof that dreams do come true.
After all they brought me back to you.
Or maybe it was you who was brought to me.
Honestly either is fine, truly.
And why since we have never been apart.
‘Til death as it should’ve been from the start.

Call to me just like you used to.
Hearing your voice would take me back to…
Days I thought were long gone.
But maybe I might be wrong.
What I’d give for that to be true.
All so I could spend another few hours with you.

Do you recall all those nights we shared?
Even then it was clear we both cared,
More than we wished to admit.
Side by side we did sit.
Chatting as we cried from joy.
You were just a girl in the company of me, a boy.

That was then and this is now.
Time travel is not a thing somehow.
I wish it was cause I miss it so.
Hurt real bad when you had to go.
Never did quite get through.
Instead I’ve always hoped I’d get back to you.
Silly dreams from way back when.
Hope your life has been a perfect thing.

I write these words but still don’t know,
If I would recognise you.
Its been so long since I saw you last.
Life seems to be accelerating oh so fast.
Soon another decade will be done.
Don’t know where all that time has gone.

You want something to lose, while I want something to gain.
Too much to soon will drive a wrench in the brain.
Bet your days and see if you still win.
Final test give that cylinder one good spin.

Playing god in the morning,
Devil in the eve.
All that’s left is this long night of sleaze.

Pick up a pony with a heart full of, where to go when you fall off.
Answers are murky just like a foggy headed sloth.
Think I might need a lobotomy or a gin.
Make a choice cause I wanna make a killing.

Playing god in the morning,
Devil in the eve.
All that’s left is this long night of sleaze.

My calling card.
Signature move.
I don’t gamble.
Just unleash debauched grooves.
With a cheeky smile and a winking eye.
I’m a real smooth talker.
Come give me a try.

Playing god in the morning,
Devil in the eve.
All that’s left is this lifelong night after night of sleaze.

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.