Feel the creep up the back of my neck.
Discomfort is something I’d like to forget.
The shudder, the skin crawl which doesn’t fade.
Its simply how my brain and body were made.
Doesn’t make my unease any thinner.
Makes me feel like I can’t be a winner.
Instead I’m a prisoner in a gilded cage,
Having to turn a fifty tonne page.
If you feel the same then know you are not alone.
There are many who sit upon this wretched throne.
Sifting through the ashes of our shattered wishes.
For a while it would be nice if it misses.
Sadly that is not how it will slink.
And many times you’ll be on the brink.
Staring down into an abyssal pit.
Desperate and yet willing to submit.
But hold on and don’t raise your flag.
You and I can survive to brag;
And though it won’t be settled for good,
These are trials and tribulations withstood.

Cut this hole deep inside my chest.
First thought it was part of some test.
But now I know you wanted my heart.
Got your wish cause I’m hollow.
Shard of ice is all that can be found.
All the decisions it does compound.
For my head is all that is left.
And it long since failed this.
Yet still I managed to get away.
Ran to the hills then kept it that way.
Still, now I am but a shell with a wound.
If I could I would close to mend,
But the pain is raw and stinging.
Not sure if I’ll keep going.
Legs and heavy and head is thick.
Parts of me scream; I am sick.
Please, I need a guide to find my track.
Not convinced I’ll get back without that.
Though I have nothing to offer in kind.
I simply don’t want to become the rind.
Be pulverised into splinters of meat and bone.
Send me a sign so I can locate a home.

As I lay dying it dripped into my mind.
This world has decided to parasite and remind,
That we are small, pathetic and short in time.
Jokes on you cause I never wanted highs.
All that I’m craving is an end of days.
No more prowling, hiding in the haze.
Checkmate, one fingered salute displayed.

From this burning bed of thorns,
Comes the hatred with its new forms.
Set back but determined to prevail.
For once I wish it would set sail;
Quest across the oceans to be swallowed by the seas.
For it serves no positive purpose.
All it brings is the breeding of sleaze.

Out the eyes of envy bleeds disaster.
Another voice that demands to be called master.
Sickened by the obsession and heresy.
Let me drift and thats it you’ll see.
No second pleas or wishes to be filled.
Disgusted by the blood thats been spilled.
No I will never be he who is thrilled.

I see the futures and all are short.
Most end with a violent abort.
Framed in flowers of disastrous decay.
Don’t anticipate an impending hooray.
Cause our world is shifting and we don’t factor.
We might be the cause but we are also the losing actor.
And crossing your fingers will not do a damn.
Sit and wait if you like but its happening.
Time much shorter than you wish to believe.
There are no salvations hidden up anyone’s sleeve.
Yet action too will not be enough,
Unless we unite and forego the peripheral stuff.
For ideologies are what have led us to here.
If you cannot admit that then chug on your beer.
As I have no time for the raft of speeches given.
Reality is its just a form of misdirection.
So if your intent is really to fix.
Then get knee deep in this desperate mix.
Look for real solutions to what will come.
Unless you think the purpose is dumb.
But mark my words and mark them well,
What will come will be our final hell.

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.