We’re not all rich and you need to see,
Beleiving we are will lead to catastrophe.
Cause if you keep pushing then we’re all going broke.
Brainless theiving morons we all hope you choke.

Pity we can’t tax you like you deserve.
Maybe then your opinions you would remain in reserve.
Now stop mouthing off with claims that ‘you understand.’
If that was true you’d wouldn’t be biting off our hand.

We are limited.
Not dimwitted.
See all that you steal.
You’re always yearning to make a self-fulfilling deal.

We are the many but can’t fix your flaws.
Too busy slamming in our face all the doors.
And if you keep pushing it’ll become naught but ash.
Then from what source will you bleed all the cash?

We are limited.
Not dimwitted.
See all that you steal.
You’re always yearning to make a self-fulfilling deal.

Sick of the words filled with just lies.
If you’re not careful one day people will rise.
What will you do if that comes to pass?
Because do not think you’ll be amongst our mass.

We are limited.
Not dimwitted.
See all that you steal.
You’re always yearning to make a self-fulfilling deal.

March to the beat of thundering guns.
Disassociate from a mountain of puns.
Graft the pieces and form the puzzle.
Upon this world there remains a muzzle.
Lichen sprouting from the undergrowth.
Don’t allow them to take…

Hope from the armies of a star.
From disaster we can rebuild wide and far.

Scream in pursuit of remaining without fame.
Not a moment in time will this be a game.
Selected steps on the edifice crown.
Turn upside-down your growing frown.
Never let it steal your…

Hope from the armies of a star.
From disaster we can rebuild wide and far.

Release me fate from your grip,
Never again will I let you slip,
Force a blade between my ribs.
Sneak pills into my meals.
For time has come to make a change.
Stop the heresy you insist we bring.
Cause the way out is not always war.
There are chances for so much more.
Now lay down your weapons and your words.
Lets not make this any worse.
Yes I know all that you did.
Did you really think these deeds could be hid?
Well I’ll set you straight and tell you no.
I’m not blind, deaf and out of control.
Its why we are here and not in battle.
Still I’ll remind these are matters we must settle.
So give your demands and I’ll provide mine.
Doesn’t mean either will get them in time.
Compromise is the order of business you see.
Jeopardise this relationship and we both shall be forgot.

Learn from peasants how to be a shining star.
Superiority will never carry you that far.
Wicked lesson that you would be best to heed.
Otherwise you might be treated with a wounded stead.

Revitalise rather than crush beneath a boot.
To much tragedy can be found at the root.
Source which wretched ages had chance to spawn.
They were the ones who made innocent forlorn.

Patronise if you wish to sail without a hand.
If that is your choice then it will be your brand.
Seared flesh and a solemn heart of soot.
Upon land you will never again be able to set foot.

Fractured mind with icy cold stare.
Getting out this pit will not end despair.
For you cut the cord and left us to drown.

Seek from fools how best to survive the flood.
Think it mad well they’re better understood.
For of they were not how do they continue to breathe.
Perhaps their knowledge could grant you reprieve.

Down with the demons and all of their hurt,
This is a place you won’t let the world convert.

Too much is never enough.
Spinning to embellish trust.
Hail to the crooked kings.
Down on the upside is not much of anything.

Down in the grime where little does wait,
Pretty face mounted upon an endless fake.

Too much is never enough.
Spinning to embellish trust.
Hail to the crooked kings.
Down on the upside is not much of anything.

But still you crow and damn the skies.
Weave your tapestry crammed to bursting with surprise.
Heralded by the victims in their grave.
Through the portal these tomes you raise.
Packing exile as of it is meant to be master.
Prey to deities that you are the last here.
Derided masses with blind staring eyes.
A universe starved to sustain your guise.

Too much is never enough.
Spinning to embellish trust.
Hail to the crooked kings.
Down on the upside is not much of anything.

Beg, steal or borrow…
Can you offer sorrow?
Doubt is strong and stench is rife.
Your feeling is you lack belief.
Sifting through the dirt of paradise.
A voice whispers that is requires sacrifice.
Scared and meek you ignore the words.
Turn your attention towards the birds.
They soar high and you wish you were among,
But lack the conviction to reach for them.

Bicker, argue and berate.
Your veins revealed are filled with hate.
But speaking truth sounds like lies.
And so you elect to burn the prize.
Removed all hope from these lands.
Transitioned a species to searching sands.
For light is blinding and you despise,
The way is flickers into your eyes.
And treachery is how you term hope it births.
So you married it to a violent curse.

Simple sick sadistic soul.
You stand here and siphon all.
Twisted toddler telling tales.
Fashioned from metal these punishing veils.

Beg, steal but no borrow.
The words you speak are just hollow.
Meant to trick and transgress,
Upon these walls you laid to rest.
Murdered deep, endless and strong.
The manner in which you speak is wrong.
Wrapped in evil and always striking cruel.
You think us all to be collective fools.
Yet through your bile we have glimpsed proof.
No longer from us will these lies be treated as truth.

Simple sick sadistic soul.
You stand here and siphon all.
Twisted toddler telling tales.
Fashioned from metal these punishing veils.

Four walls and a roof.
All that I need in truth.
For warmth resides within this heart.
Beating hard it won’t grow dark.
I know its safety and it invites.
Forever this is worth the fights.
So call me dumb or call me weak.
Out of here I shall never retreat.
And if you wish to hear its name,
Understand it holds no fame.
Home is where I shall dwell.
Bring weapon or violence it won’t dispel,
Make best efforts to tear me from my little haven.
Instead all you will do is see…

Righteous is the space.
An area filled with grace.
Safety in this box.
So let me be inside this house,
This home I love so much.

Play! Me! Hate! Me!
Polish the stone which cannot fix…
Be sure not to rely on it.

This world is spinning and to it you must hold.
If you don’t you will be cast from the fold.
No remorse or a seconds thought.
I would say pity but I don’t wish to abort…
Be amongst those banished from the isle.
Heaped upon that forever rotting pile.
Condemned and contracted to an end.
These demons are not who I wish to befriend!

Play! Me! Hate! Me!
Polish the stone which cannot fix…
Be sure not to rely on anybody.

Wind the tales and hide the tracks.
So much terror is creeping back.
Filling in gaps that once did tear.
Upon the rocks I did spear.
And they ripped me wide to leave me numb.
No the damage cannot be undone.
So wade through ash and brittle bones…
That is the future for which I must atone.

Play! Me! Hate! Me!
Polish the stone which cannot fix…
Be sure not to rely on this.

Fit the pieces into the mold.
Too many fixtures are growing bold.
Less is more until it is not as it should be.
Whether I make sense or not is something you don’t need to recite to me.

For when the walls start to crumble and crack…
What remains might not join to take the slack.
Rather sing the praises and raise the roof!

Turn the tap the way it should not go.
Bring from the depths what you wish to show.
Consider and console in the deepest blue.
Take aim at the conviction which you wish would not remain for you.

For when the walls start to crumble and crack…
What remains might not join to take the slack.
Rather sing the praises and raise the roof!

Here is where you reside in proof.
Tattered shreds and false idol gold.
Welcome the shattered into the fold.
Paradise of seldom violent cells.
These remnants are coated with spells.
Grafted alongside rooms of coal.
Have them offer up their bowl.
Call from the house to which you pledge.
Don’t leave these souls hanging on the ledge.

Fit the pieces and make them stick.
Too many fixtures are growing thick.
Less is more until it is not going to be.
Whether I make sense or not is something upon which we don’t have to agree.

For when the walls start to crumble and crack…
What remains might not join to take the slack.
Rather sing the praises and raise the roof!

You’re so vile in the way you bloom.
Fill every moment with crushing gloom.

Get out and then stay there;
I’m sick of living in fear,
For the words you speak are like poison barbs.
You drive them deep with all your hearts;
Lined up on your sleeve,
I just need some reprieve.
Pause before crescendo.
Signs that I really need to go;
Run!

Predatory with the way you go psycho.
Making false claims that you won’t stick to.

Cut loose and keep going;
Your tendencies are showing,
Toothy grin and menacing with your smile.
Rather be locked in with a crocodile;
Ravenous and angry,
Feels like you wish to damn me.
Pump acid into my veins,
Keep me a part of your games;
Bleed!

Rust is engraved right into your actions.
From torment you gain all of the satiafactions.

Pry free and scream to the void;
What I was could be my mean to avoid,
The burning mass you place on my chest.
Soon will suffocate me the best.
Sad but true I have to admit,
Why everything has become conflict.
Drain stabbed into my skin,
All of your venom is doing me in;
Slaughter!

Suffocation is your key to the prize.
With you there is never pause of surprise.

Dig deep for the creation of vain;
Shot to the head will only ever mean dead.
But like a phoenix you are refusing to accept;
For all of your crines have been kept.
They adorn these walls as if they’re trophies.
Get these knives from my back;
This again I shall plead.
For the distress has worn me right down;
Drown!