There’s a point where outrage will not come.
Its not acceptance its more like, I’m done.
Can’t let it bother me no more.
If I did it would be, open sore.

Shock is, for the naïve.
Adulthood, has brought disease.
Desensitised, ’til I’m numb.
What a state to call one!

Fractitous was once a cause.
Now its obey and adhere to laws.
Not state made but society imposed.
Feel as though ours hearts have been closed.

Shock is, for the naïve.
Adulthood, has brought disease.
Desensitised, ’til I’m numb.
What a state to call one!

Miss the days when I felt riled up.
Ready to fight from dawn ’til dusk.
But those days have become few and far between.
Its not age its constant battering.
For when all you do is lose.
There comes a point where you then must choose.
Not quite there but seem to be getting close.
When it arrives I might simply take the dose.
For an easy and secure-ish life.
Not revolutionary or burning bright.
For time is something no soul can cheat.
And currently my body and mind have grown weak.

Shock is, for the naïve.
Adulthood, has brought disease.
Desensitised, ’til I’m numb.
What a state to call one!

Shock is, for the naïve.
Adulthood, has brought disease.
Desensitised, ’til I’m now numb.
What a state to call number one!

Taking time to mold my casket.
Still I can’t get past it.
Symbol of my mortality.
Why did you gift this millstone to me?

I don’t know, it seemed so right.
Why are you always looking to fight?
Are the words I would say.
If I didn’t think you’d go ape at me.

Always saying I’m the cause.
Since we were kids you shouted the odds.
So sick of listening to this drone.
And so I’ll ask, do you ever not moan?

Rich from you for you’re no better.
I get it verbally as well as in each letter.
With the blah blah blah on repeat.
Anyone would think you never sleep.

Oh shut your mouth and listen well.
You talk as though you’re something swell.
But we’re not living in the nineteen forties.
Second decade past the noughties.

How about we part for good?
I agree I think we really should.
Then pack your bags and I’ll pack mine.
‘Til we burn in hell sounds real fine.
So I’ll go that way, while I’ll go this.
Separation has been pure bliss.
And to this day we’ve never reconnected.
I for one think that’s its super splendid.

Tale of two warring halves.
Neither could live alongside that.
Like ying and yang but in reverse.
To one another they were a curse.
Yet truth be told they never did split.
For they’re sections of a single digit.

I want a party while you crave pain.
Guess I’ll be ignoring all you bring.
For when events get real I crank the sound.
Time, right now, to get down.

Sway with the riff.
Bang of your head.
Feel the beat.
Get to your feet.
Party!

Shout some verbal diarrohea claims.
To me its all so pointless and lame.
But not gonna let you harsh my buzz.
Regardless of whether you are my cuz.

So sway with the riff.
Keep the nod of your head.
Feel the beat.
Get on your feet.
Party!

Never gonna stop.
Never gonna drop.
Never gonna lie.
Never gonna not try.

For this is my and I’ll keep for good.
Couldn’t care less if I should.
As these actions speak louder than words.
Its why I’m still being heard.
As I…

Sway with the riff.
Give a nod of my head.
Feeling the beat.
Bouncing on my feet.
Par-ar-ar-arty.
Party!

Focus is not cutting through.
Its all noise inside my head.
If only it would stop for a few.
Stop pounding without me being dead.

Fog in the brain.
I’m not insane.
Batten down the hatches.
Stop with the game.
This is not a ruse.
Wish I could refuse.
Maybe then I would,
Spew some clarity.

Misaligned with the sands.
Slip away but don’t ascend.
Wake upon these forgotten lands.
Feels as though my will did rend.

Fog in the brain.
I’m not insane.
Batten down the hatches.
Stop with the game.
This is not a ruse.
Wish I could refuse.
Maybe then I would,
Spew some clarity.

Dosing strong to cure my ill.
Not a solution, is the whisper.
Voice so loud I might lose all will.
Truth is I sorely miss her.

Fog in the brain.
I’m not insane.
Batten down the hatches.
Stop with the game.
This is not a ruse.
Wish I could refuse.
Maybe then I would,
Spew some clarity.

Clear the way and fix the cause.
Twisted mind crushed under rock.
A doctrine of how to breed flaws.
It all stems from that harrowing shock.

Fog in the brain.
I’m not insane.
Batten down the hatches.
Stop with the game.
This is not a ruse.
Wish I could refuse.
Maybe then I would,
Spew some clarity.
I need some parity.
Freedom from savagery.
Please just let me be!

Too much talking, into my ear.
Chest is tightening, filling with fear.
Shout, shout, shout; attempting to baffle.
Let me out, rather than treat me like cattle.

I just want freedom; an end to the pain.
Abuse has become so ingrained.
Tears down my face with no end in sight.
Public pleas.
Bring an end to the fright.
Sever the ties!

Cut out the cancer; sick from this cage.
All I want is to turn to a fresh page.
With no more suffering under your boot.
I crave peace, not a contrived movie to shoot.

I just want freedom; an end to the pain.
Abuse has become so ingrained.
Tears down my face with no end in sight.
Public pleas.
Bring an end to the fright.
Sever the ties!
Yet I remain where I am!
Hamstrung, trapped, imprisoned in my success storm.
Some doubt my agony, others offer their voice.
None of it will get me away from this abusive psycho.

Pound in my head; i refuse to grow meek.
Numb from the hate; its all that you give.
Remorse is a lie meant to deepen this pit.
No more times will I fall for your bullshit!

Any fool can type some shit.
Doesn’t mean you are talented.
At least when what makes the piece,
Is an AI machine learning beast.
So stop your claims and end your calls.
What you made is barely a thing at all.
For it was a program that did all the work.
Its like calling a calculator a mathematical genius.

Blind to see for you can’t admit.
Its why bile and violence all you spit.
Like listening to vitriol with form.
Your view is not really the norm.
Say what you will but that is true.
More likely the AI will come for you.
Now end the calls for mass compensation.
Before you become the ultimate miscalculation.

You are an input not a creator.
Programmers have more artist flavour.
Wah wah wah is part of your moan.
Crying about how you’ve earned your throne.
Yet inputting keywords is not creation.
Especially when its being used for imitation.
Remind us again how forgery is not a crime?
Oh that’s right you haven’t got a clue, you wannabe after prime time.

Every statement made is part of an act.
In my opinion you’re just a brat.
Blah, blah, blah another false claim.
Sick and tired (more than tired and sick).
This ain’t a game!

Internal promises with external retractions.
Filling the void with words of inaction.
Spout in the face while cowering low.
Bored and cornered (just like a rat).
You are a joke though.

Coalesce in the dead of fright.
Out here there is no escaping.
For nothing will ever shine bright.
All you’ll be left with is sanity breaking.

So don’t think you’ll ever have a chance.
I too made that mistake and now I’m cut down.
Yes I see, you brandish a lance.
Try it if you insist but I guarantee you will be…

Shredded to ribbons.
Made from man into mulch.
Die screaming at your decisions.
Pieces cast into the gulch.

Its why I’m telling you you’ve already lost.
So you might accept this fate and survive where I did not.
Sadly you’re mind has turned hard like frost.
Nothing will dissuade you from taking your shot.

Shredded to ribbons.
Made from man into mulch.
Die screaming at your decisions.
Pieces cast into the gulch.
I tried my best.
But you would not listen to knowledge.
And now you’re missing.
I hope you have not joined the endless missing.
Though what else am I meant to think?
For none have ever driven, a blade into the heart of loss.

Practice what you preach until you make them all obey.
One by one they will beg for…

A return to decay.
No more immortality.
Abused, no subjectivity.
What created is not as it should be.

Weave at the altars with a murmur of cursed crows.
Innocence can’t prevail against…

A return to decay.
No more immortality.
Abused, no subjectivity.
What created is not as it should be.

Think of the crown, the seat of the lands.
Hypnotise those who have forgotten the brand.
Marked skin against the courts.
A place filled with nothing but frauds.
For festering fruits are born in their loins.
Yet everything here has been purchased with coins.
Not a single soul has worked for what they have.
Its all been inherited from generations long past.

A return to decay.
No more immortality.
Abused, no subjectivity.
What created is not as it should be.
But who here will say that loudly?
I thought not, you sheep in the fray.
Disgusting, how you live by the play.
Wittering and chittering but never willing to say.
Declarations, proof of your heresy.

Cry for me Sabrina.
No I won’t fake our reunion.
You called me deciever.
So you shall taste the storm in me.

For my forgiveness is lost past living.
Too many times you took liberties and left me bleeding.
Now I offer no second shot.
You inflict then you’ll suffer ’til rot.
Mark my words or choke upon all.
Devastation has become my call.

Weep no tears Bruce.
You took those closest to me too soon.
And for your deeds there is no truce.
Prepare for war, you will die in agony.

For my forgiveness is lost past living.
Too many times you took liberties and left me bleeding.
Now I offer no second shot.
You inflict then you’ll suffer ’til rot.
Mark my words or choke upon all.
Devastation has become my call.

Call me harsh.
Call me extreme.
Claim I am but a dream.
Though cross me and you shall see.
I am very much a reality.
And for too long people heeded no warning.
Much has changed now they are all grieving.
Though do not think I am the disease.
Simply I am the inevitability.
For if you cross the right hand of ruin.
In will come the left hand of killing.

My forgiveness is lost past living.
Too many times liberties taken, leaving me bleeding.
Ever since I’ve offered no second shot.
You inflict then you’ll suffer ’til rot.
Mark my words or choke upon all.
Devastation is my call.