Push creation to the brink of massacre.
Time is short and we are the arbiter.
Carved our tales into granite stone.
What will remain is our names,
We are no one.

Weaver,
Deceiver.
Grant us our wish!

Trapped inside this endless ride.
Spinning faster to our demise.
Don’t let us die tonight.

Built up walls to constrain ourselves.
Then dreamt up idiotic precious hells.
Inflicted them until they stuck.
We made our lives completely suck,
What tragedy.

Weaver,
Deceiver.
Grant us our wish!

Trapped inside this endless ride.
Spinning faster to our demise.
Don’t let us die tonight.

Watch the walls they’re closing in.
I smell the air and its a turning.
Just like the tide now at our ankles.
Thousand miles of being trampled.

Trapped inside this endless ride.
Spinning faster to our demise.
Don’t let us die tonight.
Give us one last chance to turn our back on pride.
Fix this mess.
Make a change.
If we fail then take the reins.
Put us in chains.
Sever the rotten limb.
Condemn us oblivion.

Counting coins while down in the pit.
One plus two doesn’t change shit.
For now I’m stuck I can’t break free.
All thats left is endless time for me.

To scream and shout, thrash and moan.
Listen to mindless chatter, freeze to the bone!

So don’t leave me to my fate.
I won’t make you regret honesty.
For I am not a lying man.
Truth be told I’m just looking for peace and quiet.
Bored by the violet riot.
So give me shelter, let me rest.
Don’t put a bullet in my chest.

Siphoning funds to pay my way.
Ignoring the sky as it turns black and grey.
Storm is coming but I hold my ground.
What a mistake I’m about to be uncrowned.

To scream and shout, thrash and moan.
Listen to mindless chatter, freeze to the bone!

So don’t leave me to my fate.
I won’t make you regret honesty.
For I am not a lying man.
Truth be told I’m just looking for peace and quiet.
Bored by the violet riot.
So give me shelter, let me rest.
Don’t put a bullet in my chest.

Particles will tear a hole.
Wash away what was once gold.
Lock me up and shut me out.
Will my empty head with doubt.
For all my actions.
Using mountains of dread.
Manipulating every word I’m fed.
As if I’m blind, deaf and dumb.
Insinuating I live under the thumb.

To scream and shout, thrash and moan.
Listen to mindless chatter, freeze to the bone!

Here today and forgot tomorrow.
Wading into toxic bayou.
Treading water, going nowhere.
Fixated on the cat eye stare.
Lingering beneath thickened leaves.
Hearing a swarm of angry bees.
Somewhere overhead but not so close.
Voice demands another dose.

Picked from process.
Formed by new stress.
Until, forging is complete.
What are the traits you seek?
Goliath.

Wrapping shredded skin and bone.
Past cracked lips slides another groan.
Stiffled by a need to live.
Otherwise the mind might give.
Pinpoint position to bring down death.
Those beings act as if on meth.
Waging terror and spreading war.
Die, die, die is said once more.

Picked from process.
Formed by new stress.
Until, forging is complete.
What are the traits you seek?
Goliath.

Seperate.
Brought in hate.
Cross the wires.
Conspired!

Picked from process.
Formed by new stress.
Until, forging is complete.
What are the traits you seek?
Goliath.
Goliath.

Down the hatch.
There’s no match.
Worn to the bone.
Dethrone.

You taste of poison,
And I’m addicted.
Trapped by your seduction.
Sick from being infected.

What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.

You stink of entrapment.
Everyone falls right in.
Caught in your web.
This is mass oblivion.

What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.

Feast on the fever.
Indulge you deciever.
Encircle and imprison.
Dose them with your contagion.

What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.

Surrender to no one.
You are a weapon.
Fashioned and forged.
On all you have gorged.

For you are the virus.
A sickness in skin.
Embodiment of savagery.
Enslaving anybody.
Without pause or consideration.
You collect a mass delerium.

What is the cure?
I’m hating this drug.
Watching your intention drip into my blood.
Not misunderstood,
Or worth what you steal!
Regardless of taste, smell or engagement.
You view everyone as mere entertainment.

Cruelty is a purely human trait.
We are the only ones who predicate.
Stitch an excuse for actions we take.
Believe our crusade is right to make.
Foregoing sense and sympathy.
Purely so we can declare victory.
Its sick when you think about it.
How we revel in carving such a habit.
For gain that is singular.
Ignoring the needs of so many more.
For we are pack animals without allegiance.
Permanently looking for some grievance.
While so wrapped up in our own little worlds.
Ignoring chants from boys and girls.
Those who know best how to be kind.
Rather than desperate to split skin from rind.
Refocus, consideration is what should be our guide.

Wander in circles until your eyes turn red.
Do you find it haunting or are you simply dead?
I don’t know or I cannot say.
To be truthful I’m confused as can be.
So set me free of this confinement.

Gaze out across the waves from dawn til dusk.
If you do it long enough maybe you’ll start to rust.
Is that true or just a lie?
No way to know so speak a line.
Prophetic as a nail wacked into timber.

Are these damnations?
I wish I knew, I haven’t a clue.
Give me guidance.
No one here, no way to steer.
Headed into blinding fog.
Fear is sharp, ignites my fright.
Last days of karma rite.

Perched up atop Ferris wheel neglected.
My once proud mind has grown so infected.
All thoughts are out, gone to me.
What remains is but empty and mirky.
Sort something before I’m travesty.

Here today and gone tomorrow.
Empty space that leaves me hollow.
Wishing I had just one more day.
Knowing that its selfish of me.
But I don’t care, I want what I want.

Memories are what I live amongst.
Focused on those time we spent;
Laughing, talking, being together.
Did I think this would happen? Never.
And so the pain is that much more.
If only I could see you when I open a door.
But I can’t and you are gone.
Its harrowing and haunting that someone,
Can simply just no longer be,
Right beside you like they wanted dearly.

Gone for forever but not forgotten.
The “luck” in life is entirely rotten.
Meanwhile anger lurks deep inside.
I don’t want to carry on without you by my side.
As I can’t act as though you weren’t my reason in life.

Now its been eighteen years at best.
Every moment of every day I remember this.
And no I’ve never got past the pain.
It didn’t lessen so much as shift in my brain.
Worm its way down and to the back.
To loiter somewhere deep in the black.
Yet poisoned my memories is something i have refused.
For you were the light that filled up the room.
Always bringing a smile to my face.
And no I haven’t found another to take your place.

Draws near my time and I don’t regret.
For now I can see you again.
Only thoughts as I’m slipping away.
Is of your laugh, our time, your beauty.
Reunion is what matters completely.

Self-serving with your boring talk.
Makes me want to take a walk.
Put in ear plugs and zone out.
Really anything that blocks your chase for clout.
Cause I do not care and never will.
What you speak is complete swill.
The desperate words of a spoilt man child.
One that is filled with jealousy and bile.
But instead I’ll give you a reality dose.
You are a nobody to most.
Name means jack when all you do is blab.
And people like me are sick of the cash grab.
As you don’t have a clue what the world is like.
Silver spoon up your ass while in your massive house.
I know you’ll claim this is jealousy,
But what of you shallow entity?
Exactly, nothing, and you know its true.
So swam off and live like you claim you want to.
In peace, quiet and without the furor.
Or was that another lie for you want more?
Do not care, I’m tuning out.
You’re on my block list.
Of that you should have no doubt.
But if you ever climb down off your ladder,
Maybe disdain won’t greet you with a jab to the bladder.

Bloodline of the worthy soul.
Too many begged for control.
So what remains is the soot.
Last vestiges of all we took.

Machinations not be design.
Sick of violence we follow line by line.
Pawns in a vicious cycle.
Cut it out, abort.
These ways are not vital.

Purse strings of a stingy fool.
Governing forms that are most cruel.
With an army bought and well fed.
Stand against and you end up dead.

Machinations not be design.
Sick of violence we follow line by line.
Pawns in a vicious cycle.
Cut it out, abort.
These ways are not vital.

We are the issue.
Cleave all tissue.
Perforate, vindicate.
Dominate, annihilate.
Slash them wide to sow them shut.
Forced upon innocent a fatal rut.
Watched them flounder, saw them slide.
Rejoice, this has been a suicide ride.

Machinations not be design.
Sick of violence we follow line by line.
Pawns in a vicious cycle.
Cut it out, abort.
These ways are not vital.

At the foot of a mountain, fashioned from steel.
Its what we’ll be climbing, but barely seems real.
Why did it rise, I cannot hazard a guess.
Simply one day it appeared, from out of that bramble mess.

Spire, spire;
Fueling new desire.
Higher, higher;
Burning with internal fire.

On the lower third, battling the systems.
Who would’ve thought, this place would be filled with wisdom.
From the very shell that runs from ground to tip,
This place looked fashioned only for things quite bleak.

Spire, spire;
Fueling new desire.
Higher, higher;
Burning with internal fire.

Two thirds of the way or at least I think so.
My mind is weary, does not want to rest though.
So on I push deeper into the belly.
Sadly it isn’t long before my legs turn to jelly.

Spire, spire;
Fueling new desire.
Higher, higher;
Burning with internal fire.

Rest taken even if not by choice.
Weariness departed when I heard the voice.
Angelic and yet it held something more.
If only I’d have known what would be in store.

Spire, spire;
Fueling new desire.
Higher, higher;
Burning with internal fire.

Reachin the summit, with barely a thimble of energy.
I was struck by, a demand of; avenge me.
Baffled and bleary I simply faltered backward.
As just as well I did seeing otherwise I would’ve been fractured.

By the falling baited trap.
Those batards thought I’d fall for that.
Yet i didn’t and so made them pay.
None of them did get away.
Which left me with chance to seek.
For my efforts I located a prize.
Researched it with open eyes.
Took the spire as my home.
Fashioned at its base a brand new hope.
Never thought it could be true.
Went from a pauper to a kingdom to.
Benevolent reign continues on.
Not something I wish to go wrong.
Yet each day I research more.
Dig into the vast depths of lore.
Fascinated by this lost ancient age.
If I professed this I might be called a sage.
Alas i know that would be a danger.
Especially in the hands of a cruel stranger.
So guard the secrets, learn and confide in a few.
All to rebuild this vault of view.
Name I bestowed as I continue.