You speak but I hear no sound.
You could be saying things quite profound.
But I doubt you have that in you.
Instead they’ll be more lies to evade.
It’s what you do best and I won’t lie;
It’s quite impressive how you keep them in line.
If it was me I’d stumble and crash.
Not be capable of building this track.
But then you’re a professional in this field.
Wonder if there will ever be a dip in your yield.

I doubt it.

Weave the threads to form a tale.
All the while I see the glint closing on betrayal.
At one time I would’ve been shocked.
But those days are so long lost.
Rather, I keep my mind most empty.
Give you nothing for you have plenty.
And there you go again with the latest yarn.
It’s as if this is your land to farm.
Quite impressive if you ignore the pain.
Which is monumental I have to exclaim.

I hate it.

Sleight of hand and then you strike.
Yet another strand from you I dislike.
Not going to change so I give up.
Time I get away from the rut.
Put some distance between me and you.
Can’t listen to everything you do.
Too much greed in your pursuits.
Sure it stems back to your roots.
But not for me I have to admit.
Do what you like I’m over all of it.

Where is the noise?
We brought back the endless swell.
Where is the noise we brought back?

Down in the pits where the demons and angels tend and grow.
It isn’t a vault built in merriment to the victorious show.
What resides is a focus on vicious that they refuse to shake.
Wait long enough and it will engulf the universe in hate.
But do you wish to make it out alive?

Where is the noise?
We brought back the endless swell.
Where is the noise?
We brought back the endless swell.
Where is the noise we brought back, from hell!

Pieced into frame with a belt stuffed with forged lead.
Starving the masses turn and plead for some bread.
Backward is the motion with which is agreement.
As ever it breeds a new form of negative achievement.
Can you ever see past the crimes?

Where is the noise?
We brought back the endless swell.
Where is the noise?
We brought back the endless swell.
Where is the noise we brought back, from hell!

Siphon and sell.
Stagger and slash.
Waver and weave.
No turning back!

Down in the pits where the demons and angels tend and grow.
It isn’t a vault built in merriment to the victorious show.
What resides is a focus on vicious that they refuse to shake.
Wait long enough and it will engulf the universe in hate.
But do you wish to make it out alive?

Where is the noise?
We brought back the endless swell.
Where is the noise?
We brought back the endless swell.
Where is the noise we brought back, from hell!

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Strung out from all the endless noise.
All it does is bring a sting to the joys.
The ones I wish to feel each day.
Not have to fight to stay my way.
Cause when pressures mounting I lose the will.
This world needs to pause and just chill.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Wrapped up in frenzies with which I don’t agree.
Why is it these people are talking with me?
Safe in my lonesome where I have some control.
Giving up is not my demeanour so get out troll.
I want no bastards here to ruin the ride.
If you wish to criticise then choke on your pride.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Reading in the midnight hours of slipping.
My mind cannot retain what it should be gripping.
Rather I am reciting the same line over and over.
While amongst it I found a four leaf clover.
Gambit to change my perception of fortune.
Many things seem to be out of proportion.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Shaking in the middle of the way.
Times like these I question if I’m OK.
Switching back and forth between my sides.
Its so much like how you get tides.
Release me from the cage in my head.
From this cocoon I need to be shed.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Berated by my head when all is settled.
Feels as if my wires have been meddled.
Cut, twisted and reconnected to cause a short.
Might be why at times I wish to simply abort.
Retreat from the valley I feel I’m in.
All so I might be able to restart from the beginning.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Just give me a sign.
Just give me a route.
No more forcing me to puke.
Release my heart strings.
Release my mind.
I need out of the divide.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Strung out from all the endless noise.
All it does is bring a sting to the joys.
The ones I wish to feel each day.
Not have to fight to stay my way.
Cause when pressures mounting I lose the will.
This world needs to pause and just chill.

Tug on the ropes that keep you there.
What remains is but a false form of care.
Hounded by the beats of a war drum.
Where is the endless pounding coming from?
Too late to know but plenty of time to run.
Never forget where you originally spun,
Clear of all the facets that did not fit.
Are you not getting real sick of it?

Perform the feats only meant to amaze.
Kickstarting this petty back and forth craze.
Lingering in the avenues of more.
Do you not remember how the world turned poor?
Seldom do bodies get to be risen.
Rather they reside in an invisible prison.
Carved from society we have perfected.
Here is where everything has become infected.

Fashion the forms of what is yet to evolve.
Problems that you did not need to solve.
For our markers are wearing down low.
Soon we will have to reform or just go.
What a state of destruction you have to admit.
That upon these monuments we did sit.
Stare down as if we were perched up high.
When really we were down and should’ve tried.

Talons in turmoil has become our last claim.
Opened the portals to wide rivers of pain.
Haunted by deeds we did squander.
Upon things we continue to ponder.
Trapped in the surging stream.
We should be ready to scream.
But fix the source we still fumble and fail.
For once we should aim and attempt to prevail.

Raise the anchor so we can get clear.
It’s all that I ask for while I remain here.
Gouged and dirty is not a loved life.
It keeps me and us; drowning in strife.
So give us the option or end all the games.
Don’t want to be living as if stuck in frames;
Frozen in time and taunted with freedom.
Such things are the most broken forms of income.

Pollute my veins with your love.
Feels like you were sent from above.
Tight chest and feeling dizzy.
Don’t think my chest has ever felt so busy.

Eyes of grey I can’t escape.
Not a feeling I wish to break.
Smile plastered vast and wide.
So far this has been the best sort of ride.

Speaking sweetly in my ear.
Dispels all forms of potential fear.
With a wink of your eye.
I refuse to depart and wave goodbye.

Is this what heaven feels like?
If so I’ll live it through day and night.
Fixated on every part of you.
I see the look to say you’re doing the same too.

Joy is never far away.
At this rate I’ll never see grey.
I have no issue so let it be.
To me this feels like I am free.

Happiness runs real deep.
Even feel it while I am asleep.
What a success to get to say;
You and me, forever and a day.

Forged in the heat of the sun.
Never can I evade the universe of fun.
You burn like a star and I am in awe.
How could I fail to not love and adore?

Eons of union sound perfect to me.
Because you are the only one I wish to see.
Angel in my midst is best I can say.
This feeling will never fade and drift away.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.

Inject the invasion from the light of the moon.
What lies deep within is just another tune.
Song of the creepy who sit beside the damned.
If you want something more you should have lent a hand.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.

Versions in revision from the crooked book.
Each new day is leaving all of us shook.
Baked by the rays which roast off our flesh.
Don’t think these are matters to which we should profess.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.

With circles in the squares and dots at the core.
I say this new space has made us a whore.
Wretched and ruined by the lethal chimes.
Soon we will be sitting amongst the end of all times.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.
Annoyingly.
Soul destroyingly.

For justice in the houses is not justice in the halls.
Writing scriptures will not stop the rot from the calls.
So heed these words and listen long unless you wish to trip.
What is here is not needed unless you wish to give…
Madness to the crows so they might soldier on.
While ghouls are your conscious when you have done wrong.
I know it sounds so crazy when I say it all aloud,
But make one false move and be turned into a cloud.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.

This has got to be…
Way past clearly.
This has got to me…
Regrettably.

Walk to the gates;
When will come the fates?
Laugh in denial;
Beneath the sickened smile.
Subvert and surprise;
Lead them to the rise.
Waiting for the call;
To ignite the ball.

Serenity has come;
Roll out and be done.
When will we answer back?
Our mind is under that!
Crash to the sting;
Are these the doubts you bring?
Cause all that comes is noise,
Killing off the joys.

Examine the fog;
While sinking in the bog.
Losing ground to shade;
They wish to be obeyed.
Dredging up the seas;
Bodies start to freeze.
Fear is striking deep;
Outlook is seeming bleak.

Pressure and refuse;
Why’d you light the fuse?
Hunger coming in;
This is not a win.
Hounded to the edge;
That was the solemn pledge.
Soon it will be done,
Ending us as one.

Why don’t you do this?
How come you do it like that?
What is the point in x?
If you want it different then do it yourself.
I’m here to live as I wished to,
Not be a repeat of any of you.
Get it through your heads or move on.
Not willing to live under the gun.

My opinion is what matters.
Let me tell you the best solution.
It will change everything.
None of these statements are helping.
Keep them in your head unless I ask.
I don’t know you so keep quiet.
It might sound harsh but it is true.
If you wish to release them then do it like I do.

Criticism wrapped up as advice.
Not something that I wish to entice.

How about you do this?
Why not start with that?
What is the point in…?
Silence before I explode.
You’re not getting it and I can’t be clearer.
Remove yourself from my interior.
Grab a hold and get a grip.
I’m unwilling to listen to some selfish power trip.

Criticism wrapped up as advice.
Not something that I wish to entice.
For these calls are blind.
Not meant to be kind.
Judgement dressed as invitation.
Never asked so add in some hesitation.
End your rants meant to erode.
I live my life by a different code.
Dislike then shuffle off.
I know the truth cause I’ve heard you scoff.

So now more…
It’s over.
Take your statements;
Commit them to paper.

Ruptured from the core.
Craving for so much more.
My arms are open,
But words are yet to be spoken.
Give me your will and I will gift you mine.
Indecision does not need the time.
With shattered ashes and broken glass.
Neither of us wants this crash.
Idolised and slipping down,
The levels rising and soon we’ll drown.

Beauty turned to incineration.
Why so much proliferation?
With dreaded days and hollow smiles.
Instead we should fight for what beguiles.

Screamed rapture above.
Rides upon wings of a dove.
Eyes are locked;
Both of us are gripped and shocked.
Mesmerised by who we have found.
Maybe we should go to ground.
Strike a match and light our wick.
Begin what is to come right quick.
Not fester in the darkened halls.
A place where lingerers turn to thralls.

Beauty turned to incineration.
Why so much proliferation?
With dreaded days and hollow smiles.
Instead we should fight for what beguiles.

Wasted by stagnation.
Feels like eternal degradation.
Smiles exchanged;
Is it something we both want retained?
I say yes and you confirm it too.
From here on out this is what we should pursue.
Damn the consequences and the noise.
We’ll embark on feeling all the joys,
That life affords us as two.
It was birthed from out of the blue.

Beauty turned to incineration.
Why so much proliferation?
With dreaded days and hollow smiles.
Instead we should fight for what beguiles.