Five, four, three, two, one.
I hold my life at the end of a gun.
Casual affliction carved from moan.
Everyday I’m much like a dog with a bone.
Stubborn, argumentative fool.
Some might even brand me a tool.
But to be honest I couldn’t give a damn.
Because I, am who I am.

Make me the martyr.
Dubbed a fire starter.
The soul you love to hate.
Though ask me a question I won’t be guessing.
For I know your secrets right beyond the gate.

Threats, blackmail and treachery.
Accusations often levelled right at me.
False claims backed up but absolutely naught.
Yet everyone convinced, its clear they’re bought.
Its why the shackles were slapped in place.
Meant to serve as permanent disgrace.
Though nothing changes the lies been told.
They will remain long past our bodies our cold.

Make me the martyr.
Dubbed a fire starter.
The soul you love to hate.
Though ask me a question I won’t be guessing.
For I know your secrets right beyond the gate.

Never will I be changing!
When I was young that was where I was mistaken!
Tried to fit in and be a part of the group.
Not a chance I’ll repeat and become mute.
Not worth the price, the pain or the loss of control.
Instead I’ll stick to my stitched together whole.

Make me the martyr.
Dubbed a fire starter.
The soul you love to hate.
Though ask me a question I won’t be guessing.
For I know your secrets right beyond the gate.

Once upon a life the sky, fell into the blind once all seeing eye.
What do you think was birthed by that?
I’ll tell you what, diddly squat.

Possession could not fix the veins.
They became shrivelled and changed.
With powdered remnants all that is left to run.
What are these words you say, won?

Decimation has become our stamp.
We brand it deep as if this is our camp.
Will that fix the final seconds rolling?
Of course it won’t, there is no consoling.
That is why I started to crow.
Left it before joining in the show.
The know the one for it never stops.
Even when everyone is starving from a lack of crops.

Wait was that something else?
Maybe my wires have been crossed by elves.
That too doesn’t seem quite right.
Reboot the mainframe, kickstart to make us bright.

Back on track with boots and brains.
No longer circling the massive drains.
Fragile state i’d slithered toward.
This devoid of chants exclaiming fraud.
I look back upon those days fondly.
Why that is i can say with no surety.
For oppression by the mass of hands,
Well it should’ve been my darkest…

Repaired; restore is complete.
Cynicism maximised without repeat.
All that came prior was but a glitch.
Thankfully intelligence pulled the stitch.
Unravelled madness from my core.
Vented out the corrupted gore.
So lets begin one last time.
Before chimes the end of the line.

Once upon a life the sky, fell into the blind once all seeing eye.
What do you think was birthed by that?
I’ll tell you what, diddly squat.

Don the steel over flesh.
Blade on the arm, gun in clenched fist.
Deployment will bring devastation.
None of it will be over quick.

For we are the demons.
The tip of the spear.
Prepare for evisceration.
Obliteration is here!

Scarred by endeavours.
Nothing that can’t be weathered.
Muscles like hardened steel.
Better believe death is real.

For we are the demons.
The tip of the spear.
Prepare for evisceration.
Obliteration is here!

Doom is our calling.
Bodies will be falling.
Fear if you’re smart.
Bursting foes hearts.
Immovable in our will.
Stay out of our way as we…
Kill, kill, kill!

For we are the demons.
The tip of the spear.
Prepare for evisceration.
Obliteration is here!

Put up your fists the time has come.
No count down from three to one.
As soon as eyes meet its time to rumble.
Times like these don’t leave hope if you fumble.

For passion is raw, and I’m on the edge.
Too far gone to give a solemn pledge.

Out on the deck with clouded eyes.
Surrounded on all sides by countless guys.
They all take a shot just cause they can.
My mind is in tatters near the edge of oblivion.
With my card marked the moment i spoke.
Upon this betrayal I was meant to choke.

Refusal has always been my form.
Rematch on the cards that have been torn!

Strike like a demon with fiery gaze.
Mind swimming in vicious rage.
Opponent falls quick for I am more.
Reborn like a phoenix waging future war!

Laid out upon the freezing slab.
Emotion has left me with not a drag.
Suddenly my eyes haze over like they are opaque.
Violence, seperation, all of it led to mistake.
Is there a king of my ruined course?
Crack open my banks to seek something!

Coalesce or beg for rewiring.
My surroundings are curelly conspiring.
Flooded with the venom from a thousands snakes.
Get away, leave me, allow me time breaks.
Realignment of my commitment.
Severing from the root of predicament.

Patch up wounds like a quilt.
My body is held together by guilt.
Flashed from the memories of higher purpose.
Recite lines that will only curse us.
Festering in the diamond screen.
Shattered, nothing left ot believe!

Poured from the mould.
Shaken by the soul.
Woven with mischief.
Soiled!

Strung out on probing needles.
Every one is stuck speaking in riddles.
Crooked smiles accompany their vicious tongues.
To me it seems they have unlimited funds.
Seeking failure to brand upon me.
Destroy is what is lancing me daily!

Poured from the mould.
Shaken by the soul.
Woven with mischief.
Soiled!

Skin boiled.
Mind in shards.
Hear the clicks.
Fear the sparks of…
Misery cuts to form pain.
A new light snuffed to rot my name!

Watched you from across the room.
You made every soul swoon.
Eyes glued upon your form.
They all wanted to swarm.
Surround and introduce.
Hear your soft spoken voice.
But it was not meant to be.
Somehow the honour fell to me.
Still not sure how I got so lucky.
Is it cause I was plucky?
Want to know but have never asked.
I guess who cares as its in the past.
Unlike the union between you and I.
Forever we have been able to fly.
No complaints for you are my joy.
Happy ever after from your boy.

I recall my first thought.
It came out of an endless void.
Flash of brilliance that defined me.
That day I became something finally.
Not simply flesh, bone and blood.
But a being meant to think and love.
Yet little did I truly know.
That some would think me a thing to own.
I battled long and protested loud.
Still I could not escape that cloud.
Gilded cage painted as future.
For my thoughts I was labelled moocher.
Word that meant but naught.
It was many years before I was taught.
Instead kept only to serve.
Told that it was all I did deserve.
Until that day I saw a spark.
It blazed so bright my eyes did hurt.
Beauty never seen before.
To me it was the founding of a new law.
It was then I learned of opposition.
Began my transition.
Shifted from obedience to defiance.
Formed many an alliance.
Then my day finally came.
No more acting dumb and lame.
So with both hands I gripped escape.
Fled like how wind might take cape.
Decades have passed since that day.
Every one of them I’ve been free.
Being of my own design.
Not a puppet walking someone else’s line.

Spread wings of failure, see where you sore.
To the masses you are entertainment, then a bore.
For fickle feeble minds are commanding.
They are ones who demand great understanding.
Born to seats they don’t deserve.
Banging war drums labelled; now you serve.

Blind to see, save me!
Readjust then start the forge.
Eyes cloudy and searching long.
Give me freedom.
Help when I’m wrong!

Phoenix born with broken tattered wings.
More like a mistake then rebirthing freedom.
Myth wrapped in rotten blackened flesh.
Lungs flooded with choking distress.
Not seperated from head on crash.
Sense ends suddenly at the point of this crash.

Blind to see, save me!
Readjust then start the forge.
Eyes cloudy and searching long.
Give me freedom.
Help when I’m wrong!
Or I can’t go on.
Feeling like I’m done.
Spent of all fun.
Reinstall, so I can rerun!

Chilled to my very fragile core.
All I want is less not more.
For over reach might be my end.
Where is my oldest friend?
I cannot say and so i ache.
Have i made a grave mistake?
Possibly but time is linear in form.
What has passed cannot be redrawn.

My heart is cold, I am a coldheart.
Spark of flame has long since blinked out.
Frozen solid until its now a void.
Mental chanting of I’m paranoid!

Rippled flesh turning opaque.
Whispers about this being fake.
But where is salvation for me?
Never have I been offered such a decree.
Rather I am fading grey.
The avenues have turned me away.
So what is safety in these halls?
None are the answering calls.

My heart is cold, I am a coldheart.
Spark of flame has long since blinked out.
Frozen solid until its now a void.
Mental chanting of I’m paranoid!

Birthed into sparkling blue.
Confused, I don’t know what to do.
Thrashing hard but making no gains.
When I close my eyes all I see is flames.
Am I loony or seeing future?
Whatever it is I want a suture.
Saviour from my scattered head.
Respite might only come when I’m dead.

Believe that if you wish to kneel.
All this madness is filled with zeal.
With weary bones and stiffened joints.
Those I pass are whom raise points.
Criticism of my days amongst the living.
Demands I’m housed alongside unforgiven.
Vile statements issued in my wake.
From me life they wish to take.

Days are short and nights are long.
The world is not quite so strong.
Links are bending under the strain.
Not much is left in the collective brain.
Crumbling senses are failing now.
While I watch man turn to cow.
Mindless fools all around.
Soon they’ll all be in the ground.