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.

Convenience or controvesy.
We will pick A not B.
Even our planet is up for sale.
Its why we strip while we fail.
No remorse for our own greed.
Well aware and yet we continue to bleed,
What is ours without much pause.
Forever exposing our collective flaws.

Is their redemption?
Think its far too late.
Bartered away to our mistake.

One to two but won’t reach three.
In the stages of insanity.
Pile up junk until we drown.
All while wearing our trash crown.
Sinking deeper into blunt denial.
Might as well be drinking a poison vial.
For chances will soon dwindle to none.
That is when our finality will come.

Time for evaluation.
But can we partake?
Could be our greed is just too great.

Open your eyes!
Before they cease.
Think and realise!
Rather than be weak.
Come together!
Not drift away.
If we do that,
We’ll reach true prosperity!

Roll up, roll up.
Take a ticket, get in a queue.
What we have today you’ll want to be buying too.

Hear the pitch and think its true.
All these goods they’ll push on you.
Swear you need and will enjoy.
Reality it is nothing but a ploy.
Route to lead you down more debt.
Make you compelled to complete the set.
Gambling just without the label.
They hook you right from your cradle.

Called up, formed up.
Part of the mass of this delusion.
Don’t see that these tactics keep you forever losing.

See the graphics and lick your lips.
Fill the ads with funny quips.
Marketing executed to perfection.
Helping you to form connection.
To things you neither want or need.
Tapping deep to excite your greed.
Fear of missing out is pretty strong.
Clouds your judgement so you don’t feel wrong.

Plans in motion and stakes raised to the sky.
Ordered to a barren world simply to die.
Betrayed and exiled out to the sands.
Baron and emperor worked hand in hand.
Leaving a once great house in ruin.
All because of jealous political maneuvering.
But little did anyone expect him to survive.
Let alone adapt, grow and altogether thrive.
Yet he did until he had no true equal.
Then came time to enact real upheaval.
Defeated blades and butchers with ease.
Forcing an emperor to barter on his knees.
For options were short and not in his favour.
Price to be paid for his arrogant and reckless behaviour.
And so the betrayed rose to the very tip top.
Became not just emperor but godhead, the lot.
Who would’ve thought that such would occur.
Perhaps no one including the Bene Gesserit curs.