Winds are changing and so must the tides.
For we have been clinging to these rotten sides.
Desperate to continue on this wretched path.
Ignoring the signs as they brightly flash.
Blinding us with reality that we choose to ignore.
Turn a blind eye away and pretend it is nothing more…
Than words spoke by a few who wish to rock our boat.
Rather than accept it is a matter upon which we might just choke.
Suck air right out the room and leave us to suffocate.
If that happens then it will be our well deserved fate.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.

Pattern to our left and scripture to our right.
Instead we walk ignoring all and spoiling for a fight.
Can you taste our air as it turns to bile?
Everything we touch ends up turning vile.
For greed is our marker and upon it we do feast.
With no thought about how we are the real beast.
Gnawing on our roots and decimating any hope.
Might as well hurry up and tie our fucking rope.
For repetition of our failures are our only wins.
And to be honest that should not bring grins.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.

You know this to be true.
Its as real as I am to you.
Yet upon our route we stay the course.
Showing little true remorse.
Its as if we are braindead yet sure…
That annihilation is our only cure.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.
Give me time.
Oh no its up.
Drain this wine like its blood from a cup.

Blind of sight.
Dumb of intelligence.
All we do is filled with negligence.

As a child I looked up at the stars.
Now an adult I am out so very far.
Dreams came true and I’m in awe.
The sights I see slam me to the floor.
For every second there is something new.
Even now these are things seen by only a few.
Still not sure how I got so lucky.
Yet some think space is oh so sucky.
An unsafe nightmare wrapped in disaster.
That no life will ever last here.
Though if that were true then we’d already be dead.
Not traversing galaxies about which we’d only previously read.
Making discoveries and taking samples.
Being cautious as we avoid potential tramples,
Of unique flora and entomology.
Not that they are the only living things we see.
For fauna exists all around.
Clearly the stars are filled with life abound.
Its why I am forever smiling.
As every single second of this explorer life is beguiling.
This is why I have to say, that if you want a part in it just like me.
Come and join our space-faring expedition.

Why are we as a species addicted to pain.
Its like we feed on negativity without refrain.
I’ve seen leeches suck out less life than us.
What is with our endless selfish fuss?

Dragging down peace to create more conflict.
Starting to think its become an instinct.
Craving that fuel as if we are addicts.
If thats true then that is too tragic.

Fixated on being combative rather than kind.
Turns our entire lives into a hellish grind.
So why don’t we step back and reexamine?
Instead of pushing others buttons like its food in a famine.

Would it be so hard?
Can’t we just try?
End this cycling affliction!

Why are we hooked on utter destruction?
Lapping up vapid corruption.
Basking in the glow of causing others to suffer.
Eroding away a chance at a harmony buffer.

Staring up at the heavens.
All i want is to roam amongst the stars.
Eager to see what wonder awaits in systems near and far.
Sadly these are dreams I’ll never see.
Though it doesn’t mean I won’t hope they’ll come to be.
For our future is in exploration.
We can achieve it with dedication.
Gain a greater understanding of everything.
All it takes is a bit of unifying.
Rather than squabble amongst ourselves.
Put dreams up on unreachable shelves.
By devoting funds to death and war.
Money better spent on ending poverty and flaw.
Raising all ships rather than just a few.
Some call it socialism.
I call it a better thing to do.
Than force oppression, hate and greed.
Step on those who are not your creed.
Has violence not reigned long enough?
Instead we should attempt an age of trust.
So stand with me if that is what you believe.
Help us change course before we cease to breathe.

Stay your hand or drive in deep.
You’re a brazen fool so you’ll take it neat.
Preparation for your war.
Send out your masses of poor.
For they lack value, in your eyes.
Why you won’t care if they are swarmed by flies.
In fields of rotten stinking remains.
After all you care for are momentum gains.
For domination is your grail.
You hold in aloft and claim it does never fail.
But underestimate people under your boot,
And they will see you skinned like a newt.
With no remorse or wish for pause.
See you should’ve read the central clause.
The bit where it says you work for them.
And disobeying will see you hanging.

What is this core state?
Born here to manipulate.
Feed the old machine.
Don’t fuel what can’t be our dream.
For failure is next door.
So raise a glass, toast this war!

Freedom is a notion bought only by those with means.
Everyone else gets a glimpse purely to keep them serene.
Subdued by a promise that they will never taste.
Instead they’ll be fed and raised on human waste.

Where is redefine?
For he’s not holding the line.
Sacrifice some more.
All to compete for more score.
Aim to keep it close.
Utter bullshit, its all verbose.

Freedom is a notion bought only by those with means.
Everyone else gets a glimpse purely to keep them serene.
Subdued by a promise that they will never taste.
Instead they’ll be fed and raised on human waste.

Build deceivers.
Fashion reason.
This is not what we were promised.
Fuse the wires.
Silence non liars.
Rigged our pathways out of darkness.
Breakout doea not exist.
Propaganda.
None of us will be missed.

Freedom is a notion bought only by those with means.
Everyone else gets a glimpse purely to keep them serene.
Subdued by a promise that they will never taste.
Instead they’ll be fed and raised on human waste.

Only to be replaced.
Then completely erased.
Victim in silence.
Buried in violence.

Look at our culmination.
Not as far as we should be.
What happened to our expectation?
Feels like it split into one hundred eigthy three.

Squandering all our talents.
Cycling our same misdeeds.
Wasting precious time with massive greed.

Are we in final stages?
Seems as if we are to me.
What did we do with all those pages?
Stuffed them full of hate, rage, division and misery.

Squandering all our talents.
Cycling our same misdeeds.
Wasting precious time with massive greed.

So why is this a pattern we keep following?
Are we so arrogant to think we have no end?
Do we believe we’ll go round again?
Buy time back as if its for sale.
Truly expect we will never fail.
Answer me!
Somebody!

Give me a breakdown.
Tell me what makes us unique.
Cause I don’t see the rationale.
Only our species starting to creak.

Squandering all our talents.
Cycling our same misdeeds.
Wasting precious time with massive greed.

Squandering all our talents.
Cycling our same misdeeds.
Wasting precious time with massive amounts of shortsighted reckless greed!

I’m the one winged angel with a devils smile.
Push me too far and you’ll see vicious style.
Not a brag more like a constant.
Like if you bring goons, I’ll bring pure torment.

Tear limb from limb until nothing remains.
Compared to me you play children’s games.
Just remember that when you cross the line.
For everything I do could put in tight confines.
With knives in your space and a flash of white teeth.
Whiplash fast I can end your belief.
For its all bravado without any content.
Hide away unless you wanna swim in cement.

Promises issued wrong.
Demon, demon, murder song.
Bird flashing its talons more.
Suicidial rant from four.

Cause I’m the one winged angel with a devil’s smile.
Push me too far and you’ll see vicious style.
Statement I repeat to ensure you know.
After all none of this is part of some magic show.

Warped remnant memory.
One and two equals three.
Tie the knot then cut it loose.
I embody all misuse.

As a one winged devil with an angel’s hide.
See through the garb and you will soon die.
For secrets are meant to remain that way.
If you do not abide then I’ll brand you happily.

Electric surging across my skin.
I’m radiant with energy which shouldn’t be a thing.
Does that mean I shy away?
No, I face the masses as they stare at me.

Cause I’m not a monster or some kind of freak.
All I am is a wee bit different.

So if you aren’t like all the rest don’t hide in the shadows.
Don’t wish you could change.
Grab the bull by the horns and make it see reality.
Different does not mean wrong.
What you are you are, now come on.
Stand up straight.
Shout, I’m alive.
Cause its time for you to thrive!

Voices rolling round in my head.
So many talking even when I need pause to ease my pounding head.
Does it mean I’m going mad?
Nope, I’m just pyschic enabled like my dad.

Not a monster or some kind of freak.
Just a wee bit different.

So if you aren’t like all the rest don’t hide in the shadows.
Don’t wish you could change.
Grab the bull by the horns and make it see reality.
Different does not mean wrong.
What you are you are, now come on.
Stand up straight.
Shout, I’m alive.
Cause its time for you to thrive!

What is the reason and where is the line?
I’m stumbling backward like I commited a crime.
So many voices screaming loud in my ear.
To make them go away I might neck nineteen beer.
Not a true fix but the sort I can get behind.
For it might buy me some time to unwind.
Yet I know before long shouting will resume.
Angrier than ever as they endlessly fume.
Enraged by my attempts to quieten them down.
All of the madness will result in a frown.
For joy is a feeling I never get to wield.
That’s why I am forever braced behind a shield.

Addiction is no solution.
Only breeds more confusion.
Reignites my war within.
Sends me toward ground in a spin.

Knowing my options but evading the root.
Rather be dodging and hiding than making them moot.
Sense of satisfaction I do not deserve.
For truth is I have no more reserves.
They’re drier than a desert that is two seasons without rain.
Instead all I feel is deeper burrowing pain.

Addiction is no solution.
Only breeds more confusion.
Reignites my war within.
Sends me toward ground in a spin.

Shortsighted.
Unrequited.
This is all what I did to myself.
Carved alive.
No chance to thrive.
Obliterated all my health.

Travesty chiselled into stone.
What is this, its not my home.
Paralytic and unapproving.
No longer do I hear voices of soothing.
Drove away everyone dear to me.
Now what remains is only those of insincerity.
What a state to have self inflicted.
If I didn’t know better I’d say it was scripted.