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.

Up in the high tower of this long standing castle.
Views are spectacular yet life is a debacle.
Imprisonment by her eldest half sibling.
Claims he is protecting her from something.
Never will he say what the something is.
Her doubt flows like rivers down a mountain.

Then one day war comes close to her eyes.
Seeing it waged she burned fires alongside issuing cries.
Attained the interest of this invading force.
So much so their entire contingent changed course.
Before long her castle was surrounded.
Ultimatum delivered to her half brother who was confounded.

Heart won over mind and so he paid with his life.
Her tower breached she concealed a knife.
Uncertain of intent until their eyes met.
Her heart fluttered sure there was no threat.
Invading princess was a beauty unmatched.
Trapped princess adored her so much that to them she latched.

Mutual feeling overwhelmed the invading woman.
Transfixed they undertook a union.
Burned the prison castle to ash and dust.
Never could it have been left untouched.
And soon after the princesses departed for more conquest.
After all they had both faced what remained would never be a test.

Forty winters and still they stand side by side.
This pair have been on a hell of a ride.
Liberating those oppressed who now dwell in freedom.
A mirror of what happened to both of them.
For at one time invading princess had too been locked up mercilessly.
Now those days are but a distant and faded memory.

Is this state desensitisation?
Am I due some cognitive recalibration?
No more, no less.
Is this real or a sickness?
Do not know.
Cannot say.
Cut me, will I bleed today?

Staring at the tv screen.
Entire world feels like an endless dream.
Nightmare in motion.
Demands utter devotion.
Life stealing.
Always thieving.
Confined and imprisoning!

Battered bones bleached by wars.
What was mine has become all yours.
Warped belief of what you deserve.
Spy on all, perv.
You are disease.
You are crime.
Where is the fucking line?

Broken in threes.
Feed new beliefs.
Dowse them in ash.
Hand them more cash.

Indebted to reprised suffering!

Is this state desensitisation?
Am I due some cognitive recalibration?
No more, no less.
Is this real or a sickness?
Do not know.
Cannot say.
Cut me, will I bleed today?

Outrage in me has declined.
Sometimes I wish I could rewind.
To refuel that fire and have it burning bright.
Feel it blaze through day and night.
Stoke it higher so it roars.
Takes on a new life with giant clawed paws.

My disgust has been eroded.
At one time it was stocked and loaded.
A vast powder keg ready to go kaboom.
Take out every idiot gathered like a loon.
But time has changed me now.
No longer am I on the verge of making such a vow.

Hatred is no longer my key.
It does not keep that spark in me.
Pleased to say that I have mellowed down.
Won’t happily wear a spiked crown.
When it happened I don’t know.
Not that I am complaining one bit though.

Peace has come swimming in.
I feel it in my every minute of being.
Never did I think I would be quite so calm.
Its as though I hold the world in my palm.
What a thing it is to say.
Its why I’m smiling every single day.

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.

Punish the reckless and spear the crooks.
Smile with bared teeth while holding meat hooks.
For so long scum has walked these halls.
Time has come to crush their brazen calls.

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.

I don’t know but guess time with tell.
Chuck out the rotten flesh marked by hell.
Worms digging deep into soft turned sod.
Smile with a face that’s stained by mud.

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.

Pound on the gates.
Zero mistakes.
Resume my hunt.
Call you a runt.
For you are demise.
To my demon cries.
If I am pure pain.
Then you were disdain.
But things now must change.
I know that sounds strange.
Cause who would’ve thought…
A demon would want psychos caught.

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.
No!

Carved an eye out of stone.
Will I ever find my bones?
Buried deep in horus’ mystery.
Sat alongside tweedle dum and tweedle dee.
Who are brothers and partners in crime.
Because of them I speak in rhyme.
Yet they have never been my muse.
More often than that they are why I’d blow a fuse.
Feel a sudden need to kill.
Swing my axe that I need Bill.
Strange choice of moniker, yes I know.
Remark about it once than more and you will go…

Down to the depths to face the draugr.
Stand nose to nose with helpless slaughter.

Watched from afar as seas turn red.
All because some virgin wished her father dead.
And when it did not transpire she took his life.
Paid me well to make him a sacrifice.
Burned at the stake for witchcraft and wizardry.
Opened their narrow eyes to make them truly see.
Was it right for me to do?
No but it worked in my favour to…
Lead these fools down a road.
Make them pray at my feet in ice cold.
As if I was a god amongst men.
One that would otherwise violently turn them.

Throw them to the depths to face draugr.
Stand them nose to nose with helpless slaughter.

Return of a sparkling moon.
These methane oceans could be our tomb.
Crushing pressure rising high.
In these depths no one could hear a cry.

You know its true.
You know it to be.
Venture to the deep and be trapped for eternity.

Spinning ball of hazy orange blue.
It was a place that has returned for me and you.
Yet its mysteries are fresh inside.
Unearthing them will require a special guide.

You know its true.
You know it to be.
What might lie down there we are eager to see.

Giant of the murky sea.
Who expected that it would help us so readily.
Is this a trap or a dream?
Whichever it might be this world feels quite serene.

Take a breath.
Take a step.
Sinking into this moon of Saturn’s methane grip.

Indoctrinated by the relentless propaganda machine.
Heard this rhetoric so long its seeping in.
Changing hearts and minds so they follow you.
Before too long they’ll pledge even their lives too.
Sign up for duty in a system that took control.
Perhaps so they can say they played a role.
But would they align if they recalles the truth.
This is an empire built on fear, distrust and freedom abuse.

Subverted democracy for a near limitless powerful high.
Any who oppose well they can simply die.
Fall to the barrel of a troopers gun.
Millions will never again see the sun.
With worlds turned to dust in the blink of an eye.
From intel gathered by a vast network of spies.
Over their shoulders every one does look.
Afterall this is the might of those who cannot be shook.

Vast endless armies at their beck and call.
To oppose them many think is to be a dimwitted fool.
For they possess strength and hold all the cards.
Step out of line and you’ll be turned to shards.
Submission is survival, a line the nonconformists say.
If you are not careful then with your life is with what you will pay.
Yet some like me refuse to bow and bend.
Reinstatement of liberty is our endgame trend.

Resist.
Revolt.
Subvert.
Sabotage.
Stand against this foe.
Skulk.
Sneak.
Plunder.
Pilfer.
Never let your freedom go.

Their war machine can’t endure forever.
No matter what their arrogance will seal their demise.
Hope will once again touch every one of the skies.

Pen to parchment.
Layer in the storm.
Create mannerism.
Make them all conform.
These are the rites.
Our last call nights.
Don’t feed the meek or you’ll be gone.

Ink stains new flesh.
Bringing in old death.
Make innocent confess.
Scream for the hills.
Wrap across the knuckles.
Cut off their chuckles.
These are motivations of the sick not norm.

Bay for blood in mountains passes.
Partake in the ritual of grasses.
Weave the wicker into shape.
Grab the blade and take, take , take!

Misery built in profile.
Each sentence you speak helps to defile.

Scroll in lock box.
Riders on their way.
Doom’s final kiss.
Rejoice in acidic decay.
For what is written will come true.
No getting out for you.
Determination has been sealed with signet and wax.