Torture lurks behind those eyes.
Revealed as daylight dies.
Foolish people try to extort.
Only to be sundered by your retort.
Tongue of steel cutting deep.
Lowly are those attempting to beat.
For eons have passed under your nose.
And no other has ever been chose…

To take your seat upon the throne.
Though they try like a dog with a bone.
Encircling themselves with chieftain sons.
When the challenge is accepted it all comes undone.

You are the crier!
Won’t declare messiah!
Take out the pawns of this would be empire!

Victimless beg at your feet.
Soon they will suffer defeat.
For restraint has been shown but now it is spent.
They had plenty of time to repent.
So outstretch and welcome with embrace.
Final act that will seem them erase.
Be scrubbed from the tome of history.
They won’t be missed from any to be told story.

Take your seat upon the throne.
Though they try like a dog with a bone.
Encircling themselves with chieftain sons.
When the challenge is accepted it all comes undone.

You are the crier!
Won’t declare messiah!
Take out the pawns of this would be empire!

Take out the trash!
Eliminate them fast!
No sense in their games.
Watch them consumed by flames!

You are the crier!
Won’t declare messiah!
Take out the pawns of this would be empire!

I looked for the memory, only found a key.
Clueless to what it might open honestly.
For there was no label to give me a hint.
Only a riddle that said truth will be found with a glint.

Sought my answers without a hand to guide.
Then hit a crossroads where I had to decide.
Chose the right path which lead to ruin.
I survived the onslaught but came real close to a stewing.

Is this worth whatever lies at the end?
What good is treasure if you’re not breathing?
All I have are questions and no answers.
Rather be surrounded by insane necromancers.

So push…
Give me the scroll.
And torch…
What they want to control.
For all the statements that are true.
Well they tie me to you.
No other place I’d rather be.
Welcome to the kingdom baby.

Punishment rendered was a stone on my chest.
So I’d sink to the bottom of Taylor’s Haunted Rest.
Victim from a long lost era in time.
A woman framed for another’s life of endless crime, like mine.

Is this worth whatever lies at the end?
What good is treasure if you’re not breathing?
All I have are questions and no answers.
Rather be surrounded by insane necromancers.

So push…
Give me the scroll.
And torch…
What they want to control.
For all the statements that are true.
Well they tie me to you.
No other place I’d rather be.
Welcome to the kingdom baby.

Hellbent on keeping your outdated decree.
Swear allegiance to its existence daily.
While your flag is an excuse you wear with pride.
Infected with a determination to sow seeds and divide.
What sort of soul grins at a slaughter?
To everyone else its a form of mental torture.
Perhaps that suggests you aren’t human.
Cause you lack empathy you twisted little nazi fan.

Let them die!
That is your act.
How would you like it if we uno reversed that?
Fuck your lies!
We scream back.
Allow people to live their lives.

Fixated on minority always being a disease.
Maybe I should give you a dose of reality.
As I am well aware of what is the true cause.
Bang, bang, reload and make another corpse.
Does that give you enough of a hint?
I know you’re brain dead but should be clear as a fingerprint.
Digits in your ears tells me I’m right.
Try all you might you’re the losing side of this fight.

Let them die!
That is your act.
How would you like it if we uno reversed that?
Fuck your lies!
We scream back.
Allow people to live their lives.

Sardonic narcissist.
Money grabbing fool.
You foam at the mouth like a tool.
So much so I think you might be diseased.
Looks a bit like rabbies mixed with fleas.
Aw what you don’t like to be portrayed as the villain.
Then take your psycho bs that you’ve been drilling…
Into the heads of too many folks.
They’re impressionable and believe you are their next great hope.
If only they knew you were more of the same.
Hypocrit, liar, waste of space misery brewer who’s playing a game.

Let them die!
That is your act.
How would you like it if we uno reversed that?
Fuck your lies!
We scream back.
Allow people to live their lives.
Allow people piece and quiet.
Or we’ll come and end your fame seeking attempt at a rise!

Down in the deep dark crevices.
There is a dweller with head full of voices.
Sometimes he thinks he might be mad.
Then he catches a glimpse that turns him sad.
Silhouette of his once faithful love.
Delivered to the void after a massive loss of blood.

Justice never rendered.
Condemned by the memory.
Trapped, drowning, caged in three.
No longer is that really me.

Wading through the waist high stink.
Burns so much all I want is to blink.
But if I close my eyes I’ll meet my maker.
For in these depths there is a soul taker.
A beast of flesh but mainly steel.
They like to make their victims howl and squeal.

Suffering only amplified.
This journey is a one way ride.
Cackle, scream, no more noise.
You now join the other boys.

What have, what have I become?
Visage in these shattered crystals.
Twisted, sick, I am the monster.
Bitterness has changed me.
If only things had gone differently!

Then one day while wallowing in grime.
I hear a voice I knew from back in my prime.
But no it could not be true.
I saw her shredded before my eyes changed from blue.
Yet before long there she stood.
In flesh, real, with a look to say life had been good.

Confusion gathered inside.
It took me on a rollerocaster ride.
Until it derailed and locked on betrayal.
Right then I saw her face turn pale.

Deceiver, traitor, heartless scum.
You made me believe you were gone.
Why would you do such a thing?
When we were destined to be together.

Oh you foolish ghoulish freak.
No such future did I seek.
You were a monster before you did change.
Now your appearance reflects your brains.

In a howl of anguish I unleashed my wrath.
Tore apart everything in my path.
Including the love I once called faithful.
For all she’d brought out in me was hateful.
That is why she had to be the last to die.
Yet ending her made me cry.
Tears that washed away the guilt.
Upon my flesh it had built like silt.
When it was done my fleah was clear.
For all these years i’d been imprisoned down here.
Trapped by that literal witch.
With a curse cast that kept me hitched.
But with her dead and my pain gone.
I could once more live and be someone.
Joy filled my every fibre.
So out of that pit a climbed, a fighter.

Living on the edge of a knife.
No balance is worth this strife.
Vent the contradiction and walk away.
Too much too soon is how it feels each day.
Is there any common ground or will it always be war?
I do not know other than to say every moments a chore.

You brought this down on yourself.
I know, I’m aware.
No need to keep reminding me.
All pent up and still unable to see.

Standing at a start to the end.
Under this weight I know I will bend.
Does that mean I should immediately give up?
No but it means the odds are stacked against us.
So what is the score we are trying to defend?
I do not know other than to say every moments a chore.

You brought this down on yourself.
I know, I’m aware.
No need to keep reminding me.
All pent up and still unable to see.

Are we victims?
I hope not.
Stuck in a cycle.
Forget me not.
Failing and fading.
No negotiating.
Humbled and trailing.
Never, nowhere, can’t keep sailing.
Problems stalking.
Just quit talking.

You brought this down on yourself.
I know, I’m aware.
No need to keep reminding me.
All pent up and still unable to see.

Blind and frightened.
Sightless horizon.
Scared I’m fighting.
A battle that can’t be won.

Ventured out into the Lonely Wastes.
Far beyond Horizon Verge I did find a cave.
Setup camp and went to work as if I was being paid.

Hammer in hand and sweat on my brow.
Dug my way through basalt rock until I hit a real cashcow.
A cavern filled with brilliance so gleaming.
My five wide eyes could barely grasp the sights I was seeing.

So with eager heart and steady hand I carved out my booty.
Piled it high until my hammer finally snapped.
Mourned that loss before I ventured back.

Townsfolk had never been so pale.
They couldn’t believe I did not fail.
Sold my fortune and bought new tools.
Only to return for yet more of those jewels.

Mined until there was no more I could gather.
Only to load up my skiff and head out west.
Where I sold the lot and became of high interest.

Then lived my life as if I was born a king.
Never wanted again for anything.
But heard others went in search of what I had scored.
Never found much more than a days pay score.

That is my story and there is no more to say.
Except, of course…
You should never be the second to attempt what many like to brand as impossibility.

Could it be,
We’re near the end of the line.
Could it be,
There’s obsession with crime.
Could it be,
Everything’s not so fine.
Could it be,
Could it be.
You and me,
Cannot intertwine.

Could it be,
There is death soon to shine.
Could it be,
Moments have been squandered by time.
Could it be,
We have overspent on our grand design.
Could it be,
Could it be.
Them and she,
Will never decline.

Could it be,
(Could it be)
You and me.
(Not to be)
Drowned times three.
For we,
Were not meant for this society.

Could it be,
(Could it be)
You and me.
(Not to be)
Drowned in deep sea.
As we,
Were destined to perish in every timeline.

I stare into the eyes of an endless abyss.
What stared back I can never dismiss.
For it showed me things that can’t be true.
Yet in the years that followed its all come through.
Is this insanity or simple delusion?
All I know is I’m left feeling conflicted confusion.

Give me a reply.
No more, no more.
Cut out the visions.
No more, no more.
Make it stop are my pleas.

Transfixed by the dread keeps calling.
All these lifeless continue on falling.
When will those flashes turn out wrong?
I don’t know but it’s well and truly past the point of me being warn.
But no one can imagine this effect.
Honestly I may soon be completely mind wrecked.

Give me a reply.
No more, no more.
Cut out the visions.
No more, no more.
Make it stop are my pleas.

Delivered, unanswered.
Confined, blind.
Crushed, brain flushed.

Let me die.
I have my reasons why.
You won’t understand.
I don’t need you to.
All I need, is for you to listen to…
What I am saying and the state I am in.
Do I even look like I’m still human?
Barely, I see written in your face.
So let me drift away from this place.

No more, no more.

Staring down the barrel of a gun.
Only the deranged would think it fun.
Obsession with murderous intent.
What is the next excuse you’ll invent?
As children die and parents scream…
There is little comprehension of this being a sullied dream.
Rather fuel the fires and stoke the flames.
Then present a positive solution or change.

Prey on the victims as they run.
Soon their lives will be completely done.
Cast out by the arrogant hands of narcissists.
Those whose statements are ways to insist.
Cause they can never be wrong.
A sort who ensure opposition won’t remain strong.
Discredit and sabotage innocent souls.
Drown them in shallow filthy shoals.

Burn out individuality for a flag.
In the end its still a section of rag.
Coloured or plain it is the same.
Madness you use to ampify your game.
Rigged from the start to the bitter end.
Adamant it isn’t a misguided trend.
But what has that symbol ever done for you?
The answer is nothing and you know it deep down too.

Twisted by the slanted media you get.
Freedom isn’t free in your nation sect.
Mass delusion built on a giant cult.
Everything is not anyone elses fault.
You held the reigns and have failed every step.
Soon you will be out of tokenistic rep.
An island cut off from the collective.
Forever you have been far too selective.

Deny over and over until the mirror gives up.
Its why you deny aiding those begging with a cup.
Believe its sink or swim from birth to demise.
Its why your system is broken and built on lies.
Funneling souls into a life is ruin.
But never listen to the drivel you are spewing.
Warped sense of how everyone else acts.
Make all others out to be lowly and pathetic rats.

Eyes burning and feeling heavy.
What is stinging them severely?
Finally light comes rolling in.
I’m submerged but not suffocating.
Head snaps left and then back right.
I’m in water though feel no fright.
Acceptance washes over me.
Strange as I am under the sea.
How this is a cannot say.
I only remember walking yesterday.
Down roads a hundred mile in land.
Where I am now is not what was planned.
Yet calm radiates through and through.
Why that is I haven’t a clue.
Then at last I look above me.
At which point I finally see.
That I am spectator watching all.
A murder happens and so I call.
No words are heard by the killer.
In fact that water somehow gets stiller.
I do not get why that is so flail like a complete div.
It has no effect for a life is gone.
I see that light expired that once shone.
My heart collapses as does my brain.
I question if this is dreaming quite insane.
Then perspective shifts to a new view.
Of sobbing man hunkered over two.
Clearly they are dearly departed.
And this poor soul is broken hearted.
Before I can reach my hand it has all changed again.
A thousand shift with a thousand views before I understand this I did not choose.
I am outside looking in.
A viewer of life and its many complication.
And so I live forever more.
Five centuries until a face peer into my yawning maw.
At first I think nothing of those eyes.
Until the smile makes me realise.
They can see me like I can them.
So I converse before my view shifts again.
Must have sounded like a ramble as I was in quite a scramble.
Yet perspective didn’t move.
I signed relieved and persuade,
Had conversations with this child.
And found I had wisdom unrivalled.
Quite surprised I did stop.
And they asked, had I forgot?
I chuckled and replied with no.
Then heard his mother call and said he should go.
For years and years we chatted long.
He grew up and life went on.
That was forty thousand years ago.
I’m still here and guiding with all I know.