Propserity begins to fade away.
Our best days never had a chance to stay.
Too busy fighting false,
With no attempt at changing course.
After all words are cheap; easy to say.
Actions are what have been needed, ok?
But now the end is becoming nigh.
Its not hopeless though we might not act in time.

Change is an option; don’t disagree.
Though past successes are no guarantee.
Just because we did doesn’t mean we can once more.
To be honest we are hubris’ whore.
Wedded to our way of being,
But when our times up there’ll be no hope of fleeing.

Lightless eyes govern the treasure.
Not material matters but true agendas.
Will anyone unalign?
If its not soon then we will not redefine.
Rather we’ll slip ’til we embody our decay.
Something that would benefit nobody.
So make demands to those gripped by greed.
Before suffering becomes a deadly disease.

Change is an option; don’t disagree.
Though past successes are no guarantee.
Just because we did doesn’t mean we can once more.
To be honest we are hubris’ whore.
Wedded to our way of being,
But when our times up there’ll be no hope of fleeing.

Alarm bell signals our death,
Too late we made movements.
Our hearts failed to overrule our comfort.
So now we watch as our lives go absent.
Aborted Earth will rise again,
Its us who won’t be witnessing sich a thing.
I would say sad but arrogance was the cause.
Allowed it to exploit and magnify our flaws.

Change was an option; don’t disagree.
Though past successes were no guarantee.
Just because we did doesn’t mean we could’ve once more.
To be honest we have remained hubris’ whore.
Wedded to our way of being,
And now our times up there’s no hope of fleeing.

Divide once then do it again.
No one left standing at the end.
Simple psycho, you’ve been branded.
Amputate truth until its slanted.
Built up only lies.
Criminalise those with open eyes.
Sick tradition which has taken root.
Freedom crushed under hierarchical boot.

System shock.
Brain in a lock.
Paralysed, desensitised.
System corrupt.
We can’t disrupt,
We’re anesthetised!

Watched through a lens, observation.
One false move invites condemnation.
Suspicious eyes will see you blind.
Thinking is not the way of our time.
Just be a sheep and bleet their rhyme.
No more decision or time to shine.
So accept unless you wish to be,
Acquainted with that grave deep enough for everybody.

System shock.
Brain in a lock.
Paralysed, desensitised.
System corrupt.
We can’t disrupt,
We’re anesthetised!

But if you don’t believe me then look past the veil.
For these are not words meant to make you fail.
Rather you should find the truth and make a choice.
After all; your life, your voice!

System shock.
Brain in a lock.
Paralysed, desensitised.
System corrupt.
We can’t disrupt,
We’re again anesthetised.

Anesthe-tised.
Anesthe-tised.
Don’t you de-spise.
Being trapped inside.
Injected with lies.
Silenced and deprived.
Break from the…

System shock.
Brain in a lock.
Paralysed, desensitised.
System corrupt.
We can’t disrupt,
We’re anesthetised.

Wandered through the streets of fame,
This place where all there is are names.
I do not and have no will to belong.
Right at that moment began a song.
Sweet melody as it tolled.
An earworm you could not control.

And I know you’re waiting for the sting.
Truth is there is no such thing.

I left that place to which I was not suited.
Took a stroll without an aim.
Walked for hours winding left and right,
Until finally I reached a kite.
At one end stood a boy smiling with all the joy.
It was infectious I must admit, so I watched for a bit.

Wind pulled the kite to and fro.
Was soothing to see it though.
But not long after the boy was done.
Packed his things and scampered on.
I did much the same as he, returning to my journey.
And by the time I reached the finish, the sun had greatly diminished.

Legs stiff and aching some.
Not a complaint just an observation.
Why I felt compelled to climb into my bath.
To soak in hopes of easing their wrath.
During such time I did conclude;
Life is better when you’re on the move.

Emma was always the brightest star.
Told as a child by everyone she could go real far.
Dreams boiled inside her head with all the things that those words meant.
From dawn ’til dusk she worked as hard as she could.
Even sickness didn’t slow her lust to achieve.
But sadly her shine didn’t have the chance to alight.
Instead reality decided it would crush it one night.
Bent over an oil drum; terror left to replace her joy.
That day her dreams became a distant memory.
And ever since she’s remained locked inside.
Thirst for safety has replaced her old lust for life.
Some might call it a sad tale.
I’d call that a gross understatement.
A horrific truth that should not be.
No pride should be taken from the destruction of somebody.
For all have and should be provided the opportunity to burn bright.

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.