Be still or be craven;
What is your reasoning?

Weaponised in fateful flaws, you didn’t look before the pause.
Patronising with claims to fame, again you fear to speak the game.
Whittled down and withered dry, are you still hiding a lie?
Cantankerous and growing bold, displeased when you are told;
Rushing streams and babbling brooks are filled with what you shook.
Martyr to some group of masks, no you have a lack of tact.
Its why we’re sitting face-to-face with glass dividing this place.
You made a mess but refuse to see, you’re stubborn and involuntary.
Twisted and round the bend, how about you don’t pretend;
Act as though you are the king, just listen and be accepting.

Be still or keep craving;
When will you start behaving?

You wanna touch the face of god.
Ever ask if you should?
Perhaps belief should be enough.
Will answers really change that much?

Desperate to ascend the spire.
Maybe instead play your lyre.
Don’t fixate and push too far.
Or risk getting stuck in the mire.

I plead for you to hold belief.
When you aceept I feel relief.
Answers cannot always be sought.
And even fewer can and should be bought.

Accept faith if its what you choose.
Don’t feel if you do you lose.
This life is yours as are your choices.
Don’t feel you need to attach some invoices.

You wanna touch the face of god.
Ever ask if you should?
Perhaps belief should be enough.
Will answers really change that much?

Peace and quiet;
Its a riot.
Love and adore;
Give me some more.

Deafened by the permanent swell.
The thoughts are part of my hell.
Then you add the endless drone.
From people as they bicker and moan.
Its why for me its all too much.
Let me get away from such.

Peace and quiet;
Its a riot.
Love and adore;
Give me some more.

Peace and quiet;
Its a riot.
Love and adore;
Give me some more.

Angry bodies in roiling waters.
No one is willing to give quarters.
And so the world is always at war.
Death and misery should’ve become a chore.
One banished to the undergrowth.
Instead upon it we make our vicious oath.

Peace and quiet;
Its a riot.
Love and adore;
Give me some more.

Peace and quiet;
Its a riot.
Love and adore;
Give me some more.

But this all keeps coming.
Because we are succumbing,
Feeding ancient tendencies,
Pretending its not beneath our seas.
The surface shows our true reflection.
At no point have we abandoned deception.
Rather we have doubled down.
Simply realigned the crooked crown.
And its just to hide the actual truth.
That humanity has not left its youth.
Instead we revel in the torment.
Continue on with hate and comment.
With society is our thin veil.
One that often does slip and fail.

Peace and quiet;
Start a riot.
Love and adore;
Kicked to the floor.

Peace and quiet;
Lust to riot.
Love and adore;
Obsessed with war.

So locked in my own head I didn’t think about what was said.
For that I am truly sorry, happy birthday, celebrate your glory.
Hope for this you will forgive, otherwise I’m double failing.
Mounting pressure in my brain, there I go yet again.
Dispense of thoughts about myself, to toast to you and good health.
Raise the glass and smile so wide, pleased to see a shining light.
Raise your head and keep it high, you deserve the endless sky.
A place to soar but never fall flat, another year has gone fast.
Soppy words they might just be, but this is all genuine me.
So once again I say; to your birth, for you deserve this verse.

Crisis, crisis.
An endless rise to prices.
You reap what you sow.
But we never even tried.
Too busy gutting all we could get.
We did this or expect that we’ll suffer for it.

Tides will wash us away.
Mother, judgement upon decay.

Alarm, alarm.
Too many appear calm.
Yet its only as deep as skin.
Can we dig out of this pit we’re in?
Forecast is doubtful cause we are too spiteful.
So grab a hold and wait for the chime that will drown us.

Tides will wash us away.
Mother, judgement upon decay.

Revise, revise.
No time left to analyse.
Pack your bags and run for cover.
Don’t expect to survive sister and brother.
For we have baked our planet through.
So now its going to kill us for what we did do.

Tides will wash us away.
Mother, judgement upon decay.

Hear the cheers from your own camp.
Self-approved use of a rubber stamp.

Stop with the false claims.
None of this is some big change.
What it is are some shallow lies.
Its about time you picked a new disguise.
Cause everyone can see through and to your vacant stare.
And we’re all sick of it being here.
So turn your tail and bloody run.
No brain bearing soul wants to listen.

Raise the flags and shout hiphip hooray.
This marks the start of brand new way.

Stop with the false claims.
None of this is some big change.
What it is are some shallow lies.
Its about time you picked a new disguise.
For if your words were true you’d say,
This new order will start today.
But you don’t and why is that?
Cause its all imagined dross you’ve spat.

Pat yourselves on the back and smile wide.
Then continue statements about how you provide.

Stop with the false claims.
None of this is some big change.
What it is are some shallow lies.
Its about time you picked a new disguise.
Bored of the repetitive lines you speak.
Heard them all cause they’re stuck on repeat.
So predictable we’ve started taking bets.
All while you are racking up for us generational debts.

Now stop with the false claims.
None of this contains any change.
What it is are more shallow lies.
Way past now you needed to pick a new disguise.

Efforts in motion tell stories from the root.
These moments are fleeting because of the boot.
Its armoured and toughed and stings like a knife.
Especially when it bites into my shins during night.

But ignore the teachings and you might fall flat.
Not an easy fix to bring yourself back from that.
I’ve done it a few times and still bare the scars.
Most meanwhile end up trapped with life behind bars.

Though the evidence is thin it could be enough.
At which point your relationships can turn to rust.
Decay like fruit left out in summer sun.
You know how little those temperatures tend to be fun.

Sent on a mission to a world.
No clue as to what will be found.
Set down and push deeper in.
Only to be attacked but something.
Stripped of resources and cast down.
It feels like I’ve become nothing.
These doubts are creeping and working deep.
They exclaim I have been beat.
That I am useless and can’t prevail.
Each one of them finishes me to fail.
But I refuse and swear I’ll rise.
Lay my hands upon the prize.

Bruised and battered.
My fringes are shattered.
Back against the wall.
I will once again be standing tall.

I reach the summit and taste the chill.
Nothing compared to dread I feel.
Sinking feeling and tightening throat.
I am convinced I soon shall choke.
Lose my life and my claim.
Be left to decay as if I was nothing.
Terror grips and then my foe appears.
Filling me with all new fears.
Force them aside I manage to do.
Then the thing comes at me in a blink or two.
I defend myself and steal my resolve.
These are the problems I tend to solve.

Bruised and battered.
My fringes are shattered.
Back against the wall.
I will once again be standing tall.

Equal footing and even skill.
Neither has the edge to deliver the kill.
Still I refuse even though it does chant.
Every statement made ends in can’t.
Not words I heed or make efforts to discern.
Rather more focused on what I can learn.
Adapt my strategies and then it clicks.
I work out how to end this quick.
Executing it does stumble and shake.
My chance is open and it I do take.
Death blow delivered the body slumps.
I stand victorious cause my blood still pumps.

What is, What is…
The face…
That you never want.
To see, To see…
From me…
Cause of how you went about your…
Endless nightmare!

Ionised in a cloud of faded gas.
Based upon performance it will never last.
For the demons knocking and the angels gone,
So from this point right here there is only wrong.
And does that sound like a place to be?
No you can count but it won’t free anybody.

What is, What is…
The face…
That you never want.
To see, To see…
From me…
Cause of how you went about your…
Endless nightmare!

Spliced from two but falling down.
The continual slipping of the crown.
A piece meant to resonate but kills,
There are so many ready to apply the chills,
Feed the beast that is deep inside.
How about another fatality ride?

What is, What is…
The face…
That you never want.
To see, To see…
From me…
Cause of how you went about your…
Endless nightmare!

Gravitas sold but its only a placebo.
All of it meant to breed an alter ego.
From the masses to which its fed.
Before too long they’ll be trapped in stead.
Treading water until they are allowed to drown.
Proof is here that such is hows its going down.

What is, What is…
The face…
That you never want.
To see, To see…
From me…
Cause of how you went about your…
Endless nightmare!

Stare out your window and what do you see?
For me it is stars and they are as mesmerising as can be.
What I would give to sail through the black.
And no I don’t care if there’s no coming back.
Cause space is our future so why do we fight?
Insist on multiplying issues just out of spite.
Pointless and careless it’ll kill us all.
Rather be exploring than being the husk of a thrall.

Build up your imagination and what do you get?
To you there are places which need to be visited.
I trust in your reasoning as you explain it to me.
Why don’t be construct this instead of misery?
Questions with no answers cause nobody knows.
Confusion is multiplying and it really shows.
So lets put down our weapons and violent tendencies.
And spread through the stars with their numerous galaxies.

Passion in creation is for what we should strive.
Without it our species cannot maintain our drive.
And if you doubt that is what fuels us so.
Remember the bloodshed we often resort to.
Does that look like prosperity from where you stand?
No, it looks like madness and its our ancient brand.
Its why we need to shift or be lost to the ages.
Cause at the moment we are living in suffocating cages.