I’ve been jilted one too many times.
Sympathy has been removed from my line.
Call me stupid and name me weak.
See how many times those things you get to repeat.
Before I make you re-analyse.
Trust me it’ll be seconds until your cries.
Cause I won’t let you succeed where you should fail.
And when I’m done you’ll be behind a veil.
Begging for forgiveness from all you’ve wronged.

You’ve been beaten far too much.
It’s why you need no wooden crutch.
For you have grown into a wall.
Impenetrable no matter what may be the tool.
Yet in quiet moments you are soft.
But not in a way that suggests you are crows short in the loft.
Maybe that’s why we gel so well.
Because you are like me and we both fell.
Though never will we ever again be torn asunder.

Raising hell since I was 3 years old.
Refusing to do as I’ve been told.
Worn the flag of rebel all my life.
Its why I have a pornstar wife.
Ignore those who think I’m wired wrong.
Dress as I wish instead of conform.
After all who wants to be a clone?
Its like forever answering a ringing phone.
Boring, mindless, it sends you mad.
Doesn’t mean that I am bad.
Simply I refuse to bow.
The man has nothing on living, wow!

In my teenage years I ran away.
Stil don’t regret it to this day.
Experiences I got helped form who I am.
Ensured I never became a meek and mild man.
Its why I fight for what I believe.
Not sit in sadness with lights off and grieve.
Not for everyone, yes I know.
Doesn’t mean I’m a tearaway so and so.
Simply a guy trying to live my best life.
Instead of writhe in mind numbing strife,
Hating every second I live and breathe.
To me that is a waste, indeed.

Going grey but still exactly the same.
Unwilling to live inside my brain.
Life is here and should be lived.
Before you know it you could be gibed.
Have seen none of the wonders to behold.
Things that turn a life to pure gold.
So ignore the haters and push on through.
I did it and you can always too.
Only too late if you give up and fade away.
Allow yourself to embrace mental decay.
Regrets will never get you to where you want.
They will only crush you beneath a conformity hunt.

Severed reflections upon a razors edge.
Words you’ve spoken are without pledge.
For light can’t rise from our inverse pit.
It’s why we remain knee deep in shit.
Desperate for glimpses at the beyond sky.
Fractured by cyclone’s that mark goodbye.
Pulverized by disjointed prayer.
Hair stands up as we accept despair.

Disembodied by the vacuum of our souls.
Stretched out acorss eons of hot coals.
Shattered upon the jagged abject rocks.
Bodies pulsing with corruption shocks.
Winding deeper into our chest cavities.
Filling up our fragile minds with sleeze.
Perforation snapping our hope.
Upon these words we forever choke.

Trigger warning that our systems failed.
If only we had renounced and joined the veiled.
Perhaps pollution might have been our key.
Rather than walk amongst cycling heresy.
Of amalgamated prostitution pacts.
Dolled out by our high council rats.
Fixated upon saving naught by trinkets.
Never consider or even think this.

Emerald seas stained by our chemical habit.
Still we reach out to try and grab it.
But what remains are lies made physical.
What should not have been at all visible.
Yet here it stands looming over our heads.
Or it stands at the foot of our beds.
Reminder of how far we’ve dropped.
That in this cage we made we are locked.

Sift and writhe through the dirt.
Little remains but our hurt.
Realms of lost fogotten mystery.
Weakened remnants of a once grand history.
And we are its people, subjugated.
Our chosen path cursed and desecated.
As a result we have been stripped.
Its as if our wings have been clipped.

Nameless.
Stripped to shadow.
Torn down from our highest highs.
Obliterated the chance at another rise.

Crawl through filth and endless mud.
Our once glorious home now barren crud.
Unravelled by a foreign evil.
When it is close you feel primeval.
Its as if a beast is gnawing your skin.
A feeling that is quite akin…
To being drawn and quartered.
Marginally better than being slaughtered.

Nameless.
Stripped to shadow.
Torn down from our highest highs.
Obliterated the chance at another rise.

Vicious, cruel, vile and hated.
Our betrayer is the essence of negativity.
Refuses to stop crushing neck with knee!

Nameless.
Now we revolt.
Nameless.
For freedom we do assault.
All the fears that have gone piercing through.
Nothing it tries will keep us from a new…
World, that is no longer impaled.
Setup and destined to be failed.
For elimination has come to pass.
We have returned to first from last!

New life and nowhere to go.
It’s like a ticking time bomb ready to blow.
Pick up the pieces and set your watch.
Add a brand new fresh little notch.

This is dread metal.
Grind up your petal.
Feel out, don’t settle.

Cyanide smile in a saren haze.
Stare into the eyes of beelzebubs gaze.
Shot to the arm without a care.
From this day forth I solemnly swear.

This is dread metal.
Grind up your petal.
Feel out, don’t settle.

Prized prat.
Silly child.
Insolent fool.
You crave a psycho ride.
So strike the match.
Light the torch.
Stand out on a precipice porch.
With little tought or regard.
Too busy focused on pulling your right card.
When victory is in your grasp.
You are too busy wanting to shout out your rasp.
It’s why you never gain ground.
Wake up and see you are devoid of sound.

This dread metal.
We are the kings.
Grind up your petal.
Spin your rings.
Feel out, don’t settle.
Or you’ll have no things!

Hunting for a purpose, rather than glory from a kill.
If that is your intent our universe will offer you no ill.

Lie in wait, watching your prey.
Bow in hand, wind direction a-okay.
Notch an arrow, raise the bow.
Ensures that you am steady so…
When you release the arrow will fly true.
Bring a swift end in a second or two.

But if you kill without cause other than a prize,
Then you can expect our universe to mark you for an early demise.

Lie in wait, watching your prey.
Gun in hand, all you want to do is slay.
Flick the safety, raise your gun.
Sighted and ready for violent fun.
With a finger on the trigger ready to go.
You crave unleashing a metal projectile flow.

You are no hunter, you are a malicious psycho.
Regardless of how you are viewed you think this is your right though.

Barabaric. Relentless. Vicious. Senseless.
These are words more fitting to say.
For you are a monster exclaiming hip hip hooray.

What a disease.
That is you.
Put down your weapons.
Learn some lessons.

Time of ashes is fast approaching.
Soon this world will be roasting.
Where will you be when it all comes to a head?
There is no escape from us all becoming dead.

Hail the stars and hope for glory.
Last page in a faltering story.
What could have been never came to pass.
Spent far too long polishing your brass.

Holes patched for so long.
Now its all come undone.
Out of options.
Minutes remain.
Only thing left is to watch the flame.

Magnificent in your defiling.
That’s why you’re always smiling.
Spinning blades between your fingers.
Prepared to unleash them like zingers.
Bury them right to the hilt.
Ensure that plenty of blood is spilt.
Depraved antics are your calling card.
Isolated just like a shard.

You are sickness;
Filled with violent momentum.
I’m not your anti-venom!

Splendor taken in pain you cause.
Never do you take a moment to pause.
Staring eyes that peer straight through.
Glazed over with no care about who…
Your next victim will ultimately be.
I know there is nothing else you can see.
For fixation is your addiction.
Everything else is pure fiction.

You are sickness;
Filled with violent momentum.
I’m not your anti-venom!

Putrid in the purest sense.
You live in separated tense.
Roiling hate drenched in a sneer.
Addicted to inflicting fear.
Razor teeth and talon nails.
Your path marked by ruined entrails.
Ghostly form flawless like carved stone.
Beneath your boots you create dust from pulverizing bone.

Perforated upon a splintered shard.
Feel life slip from your guard.
Internal bleeding, seeping in.
Eyes slowly over glazing.

Wretched and writhing in the dirt.
Look for ways to make you hurt.
Self inflicted as is your will.
Lucifer could always hand you the bill.
For future is not a guarantee.
And soon it’ll be taken away permanently.

Perforated upon a splintered shard.
Feel life slip from your guard.
Internal bleeding, seeping in.
Eyes slowly over glazing.

Wrath enforced by fallen angel.
Only dispicable sit at this table.
Weaving lies like they are strands.
Proving they have forever plans.
Means to sever you from the herd.
Discard you like you are a turd.

Perforated upon a splintered shard.
Feel life slip from your guard.
Internal bleeding, seeping in.
Eyes slowly over glazing.

Wounded by the flash of a lightning blade.
This is where your debt must be paid.
Penance for every single sin.
From this there is no escaping.
So accept your fate or rise to fight.
Tonight is decision of whether you are light or blight.

Down in the dread of a rotten soul.
Begged for forgiveness from the desperate troll.
But he is not who can forgive your crimes.
Reality is the troll is but a banished find.
Mulling over days when he still had prosperity.
Long before he sold his honour to grow mighty.
So pick your friends and do it well.
One false choice could bring a disaster spell.
See you confined to the darkest depths.
Remove your future from hope aligned texts.
And what could be worse than to be damned?
Nothing, unless you are from a world of suffering.

Crawl through waters of toxic trash.
Turn right here and you’ll stop in a crash.
With demons singing right over your head.
You’ll hear lines about them being fed.
Poison fang meeting crooked claw.
Suffocation upon the gaping maw.
A realm of death born from disease.
Not a destination where you can please.
Unless being consumed is your wish.
Then you’ll be on a hook like a fish.
Bell of this, the sickest ball.
Every monster pleased as they await your downfall.