Sounds of the world allowed to permeate.
If you listen long you’ll see no reason to hate.
For this world is beauty in forms aplenty.

Sights of the universe will always astound.
And to think all we have done is make them found.
Yet the true scope of possibilities have no boundaries.

Watch and listen, learn and love.
From these days we can rise above.
Cut the tithe to the past we repeat.
No longer believe our future an uncertain feat.

But will we dare to take up such a challenge?

Smells so sweet they bring forth colour.
With each new one it makes the last duller.
What a time to be living our lives.

Watch and listen, learn and love.
From these days we can rise above.
Cut the tithe to the past we repeat.
No longer believe our future an uncertain feat.

But will we dare to take up such a challenge?

I cannot say, I can only hope.
I for one wish to try for broke.
Failures might come and go.
What matters most is we attempt to show…
That what we have been is not all we can be.
Give us time, chance and yoi just might see.
A better species, a better world.
Not a warmongering, globe spanning parasitic herd.

Watch and listen, learn and love.
From these days we can rise above.
Cut the tithe to the past we repeat.
No longer believe our future an uncertain feat.

But will we dare to take up such a challenge?

You are callousness wrapped up with a bow.
Not sure how much longer I can contend with this show.
So how about we lay it all to rest rather than push through.
These life and times are nothing new.
Just a trigger pull to fuel the grief.
And when it ends all we taste is relief.
It might sound strange but its happened before.
I’m way passed the point of wishing for more.
So let me out or put me down.
No longer content to watch this slipping crown.
Brings no joy or celebration.
Rather I am stuffed with hesitation.
Butchered thought forced into my brain.
I know you too feel you’re going insane.
So let me off and I will for you.
Finalise our divorce now too.
Separation of our pairing is for the best.
And no we don’t need to test, to verify.
That is why we both are waving bye.
A culmination between callous and kill.
We agree to sever this ill will.

A smile so sexy and sickly sweet.
Cause she has her eyes set on something to eat.
Don’t play coy or pretend you can’t see.
But if you wait too long she’ll be onto the next body.
And if you think you’re the alpha i’ve got news for you.
That woman’s an apex predator times twenty two.

Silky blonde hair with lips of red.
Body to kill for: bang, bang your dead.
Caught in the act which is why its all over.
Now you’re suffering from the bite of this venomous cobra.
Though to gaze upon her you’d think butter wouldn’t melt.
Reality is one wrong move and you’ll be wall mounted.

Body built for mountains of endless insane sin.
She knows you want to be the one that is coming in.
So grab your balls and see if you can hang.
One false move you’ll be facing constant oblivion.
Sounds dramatic buts its oh so very true.
Cannibals have nothing on her constant ravenous mood view.

Beauty unlike any you feel confident in dreaming up.
Still you might have your blood drained into her cup.
Succubus without the hellspawn around the edges.
Just make sure you offer no form of pledges.
And if you have then we’ll see you on the other side.
For your end will not be the fun sort of final ride.

Not sure what will come next.
Feeling like I’ve been hexed.
Brain in fog, feels like a soup.
Maybe I’m falling off my loop.

Down inside you’ll find the village of mercy.
Incorrectly named cause no one there has any.
Too busy starting fires or vying for control.
Its why I steer clear of all this maniacal.
For time is shorter than we wish to admit.
And I’m cracking from all the shit.
So remove myself from this war I found best.
Not a place or space I wish to be enveloped.

Not sure what will come next.
Feeling like I’ve been hexed.
Brain in fog, feels like a soup.
Maybe I’m falling off my loop.

Fetid response wrapped in hungry snapping teeth.
Did I find this mess or did it seek out me?
Wish I knew though it changes so little.
To this minefield I refuse to be committal.
Rather someone else can risk treading these halls.
Meanwhile I’ll go about my life standing tall.
Much else to say I believe there is not.
So say farewell to what has become others rot.

Parasite and entropy.
Twinned in grandeur and instability.
What a sight to carve in cliffs.
Too many entities have become miffed.
Its why I struggle while string out.
In my head they remain and shout.

Not sure what will come next.
Feeling like I’ve been hexed.
Brain in fog, feels like a soup.
Maybe I’m falling off my loop.

Drained by the drama.
Cut down from the greed.
Tired of the torment.
None of it do I need
Alone in this I am not,
Of which I am aware.
Universe give us pause,
Before all we know is despair.

Fashioned from fever.
Lambasted by the tide.
Weakened under forces,
None of which I can hide.
Sad state of defeat,
Now leave me alone.
Can’t take all the chanting,
Only wish to go back to my safe home.

Tune out the torment.
Flip off the switch.
Give time for a reprieve.
Moments where I don’t have to think.
Is that a price too high?
One that should not be wished.
Truth is I can’t say,
Only hope its not been missed.

Rustle the raptures,
Or leave them to burn.
Those are my feelings,
For its too late to learn.
From good omens yet to be carved.
Come realities that we are sinking,
So set me free from this farce.
No longer can we sit and be patient you must realise.

Skies turned dark with shrapnel rain.
Bullets, smoke and fire are all they contain.
Sorry state of another repeat.
Reignited the cycle while dogma continues to bleat.
Weakened state of insecurity.
Everyone has failed except those suffering the brutality.
Where is our evolution and progress now?

Watch the bodies fill the streets.
Buried under rubble that is stone and concrete.
Twisted shell of former glory.
If you think that’s bad then imagine hands drenched and gory.
For yet again its a case of sit and wait.
Too late that horse is well past the gate.
Proof that from our self made pedestal we have toppled.

Sanctimonious contemporary.
Dig the grave that will serve the free.
Democracy rooted and turned to ash.
We sit and watch lives treated like trash.
Sad state that never seems to change.
Can’t we do something other than play the game?
I hate this place though I am lucky.
Not everyone is as fortunate as me.
But why again is this behaviour allowed to stand?
To me it feels as if we’ve accepted the brand.
Bowed to tyranny and slaughter.
Would you be this uninterested if it was your son or daughter?
No, then stop and commit more than tokenism.
Otherwise the world will one day cross a final schism.

Waging war,
You just want more.
Barbarian in a suit.
Any point you make is already moot.
A liar trying to act like a god.
Reality is you are just a fraud.
Taking lives and snuffing hope.
Upon your coin I hope you choke.
Cause all you do is breed misery.
Forever from it will you not get away.

Give your speeches,
Talk utter bullshit.
All we hear is: I’m a prick.
Dead eyed soulless pathetic fool.
You are devoid of all but cruel.
A spoilt brat wrapped in adult flesh.
Its why you try to hide from free press.
Blame placed upon everyone else.
But in the end we will see you fall.
No matter what you are not immortal.

Jaded, polluted, tyrant married to your greed.
A life as flaccid and wasted as it is possible to be.
Bully who thinks he knows it all.
Well guess what, you’re standing small.
About as tall as a thimble.
Eternal war is never winnable.

Waging war,
You just want more.
Barbarian in a suit.
Any point you make is already moot.
A liar trying to act like a god.
Reality is you are just a fraud.
Taking lives and snuffing hope.
Upon your coin I hope you choke.
Cause all you do is breed misery.
Forever from it will you not get away.

I could be your:
Hero in time.
Guy with a line.
Maker of the madness.
Filtering the sadness.
Addiction in your veins.
Driving you insane.
So what do you say?
Come and be my heroin.

Sat between death and divination.
Will there be a salutation?
Enquiry into the premature.
Getting ready for:

Hero in time.
Guy with a line.
Maker of the madness.
He who filters sadness.
Addiction in your veins.
Its driving you insane.
So what do you say?
Come and be my heroin.

Victimisation hiding in the depths.
Next what will come shall be a hex.
Stuttered incantations scrawled in marker.
Each fresh go the warning becomes starker.

Hero in time.
Lies!
Guy with a line.
Cries!
Maker of the madness.
He who filters sadness.
Addiction in your veins.
Shame!
Its driving you insane.
Brain!
So what do you say?
Come and be my heroin.

Bastards, barons, butchers all.
I don’t want this mindless war.
Victims bodies line the streets.
Not how these times should be.
Forgotten stories of past atrocities.
Justification is not an excuse to breathe.
Lives are precious and unique.
End your madness, do it quick.

Putrid sack of aging skin.
Everything you touch is decaying.
Warped reality exists in your mind.
Before too long you’ll be deaf, dumb and blind.
Sad to say it won’t be enough.
For what you need is to snuff.
Pass away in agony writhing.
Too far gone to be worth reviving.

Bolt to the brain instead of the noose.
Either is to quick if we’re honest with you.
And I might sound violent and slightly unhinged.
Compared to you I’m the angel who sings.
After all your life has been sworn to pain.
To make matters worse you think its a game.
Sick twisted brain must reside in your head.
Hand a bullet and you’ll be hanging with the dead.

Putrid sack of aging skin.
Everything you touch is decaying.
Warped reality exists in your mind.
Before too long you’ll be deaf, dumb and blind.
Sad to say it won’t be enough.
For what you need is to snuff.
Pass away in agony writhing.
Too far gone to be worth reviving.

Payment is due.
Karma is coming for you.
Like it or not your end is now nigh.
Plead all you like but you’re going to die.

Justification and reason are excuses you give.
It matters little when your about to be shived.
Too quick of an ending but it’ll have to do.
See you in hell, no there’s a special place for you.
Cause all that you’ve done is birth contempt and pain.
That is why you’ll crash like all others insane.
I wish you real malice from now til the end of time.
President of torment, enjoying sentencing for your crimes.

Swinging blade of the foretold sin.
No longer should we claim to be the victim.
Silence pervades but refuses to bolster.
Final hours are a rollercoaster.
Hungry for change but unwilling to sever ties.
It’s why each night I wake to the sound of cries.

Scale the battlements.
Posessive establishment.
War torn and battle scarred.
Bleed out the disregard.

Seething souls sat for sentencing.
Few that remain wish to be remembering.
Sacrificed the honour to save a dream.
Was it worth that payment of nothing?
Blood on hands that cannot be wiped clean.

Scale the battlements.
Posessive establishment.
War torn and battle scarred.
Bleed out the disregard.

Fashioned and futile is our marching song.
Every action we take only leads us further to wrong.
Paralysed to the point of acceptance.
In swings the root of prejudice.
Crushing bodies and warping minds.
Fanaticism forever reborn.
Twisted signals devoid of reason.
Someone let me out before i can’t recite.

Withered.
Skies are wrought.
Justified.

Swinging blade of the foretold sin.
No longer should we claim to be the victim.
Silence pervades but refuses to bolster.
Final hours are a rollercoaster.
Hungry for change but unwilling to sever ties.
It’s why each night I wake to the sound of cries.

Scale the battlements.
Possessive establishment.
War torn and battle scarred.
Bleed out the disregard.