You got a pretty face but not a smile in sight.
Is that cause you’re spoiling for a fight?
Not a route that I wish to take.
Its why to me so many people appear fake.

So try and be different from the other ones.
Cause in this age it’s a copycat phenomenon.
Boring with how out and overplayed.
Time to set up a fresh parade.
Be unique and not a sheep.
Sick of how by the numbers I hear the bleat.

With a dainty voice that sounds so put on.
Are you trying to impress someone?
Or are you that engrossed in your lie;
That to not conform will make you cry?

So try and be different from the other ones.
Cause in this age it’s a copycat phenomenon.
Boring with how out and overplayed.
Time to set up a fresh parade.
Be unique and not a sheep.
Sick of how by the numbers I hear the bleat.

A gym body but not an ounce of persona.
No I’m not someone who wants to remain a loner.
But a conversation would be nice to have.
Instead of sitting in silence which would be a drag.

So try and be different from the other ones.
Cause in this age it’s a copycat phenomenon.
Boring with how out and overplayed.
Time to set up a fresh parade.
Be unique and not a sheep.
Sick of how by the numbers I hear the bleat.

You picked the lock to get ahead,
All while pretending to be wrapped up in bed.
Distributed a set of self-serving lies;
Drawn to them like a spider to trapped flies.

There is queen in your drama.
Rivers of mascara.
Truth is null and void.
Manipulation on steroid,
Break the chains.

Detail lacking in your endless excuses;
Time for others has been long since commuted.
Shatter hearts just to get one step in front;
All day long out like a predator on the hunt.

There is queen in your drama.
Rivers of mascara.
Truth is null and void.
Manipulation on steroid,
Break the chains.

Displace the truth for it serves no goal;
Your heart so hard and dark it might be coal.
Twisted smile sits forever in place,
To you there is no such thing as disgrace.

There is queen in your drama.
Rivers of mascara.
Truth is null and void.
Manipulation on steroid,
Break the chains.

Polluted sense of how important are you,
Its why from these corners you tend to spew.
Invite new tales to draw attention,
Every one of them is of your invention.

There is queen in your drama.
Rivers of mascara.
Truth is null and void.
Manipulation on steroid,
Break the chains.

Scream for notice before it fades away;
Centre of the universe is the role you play.
Cheated tests and tribulations;
You are a dictator with your accusations.

There is queen in your drama.
Rivers of mascara.
Truth is null and void.
Manipulation on steroid,
Break the chains.

Five years in the fire,
Mount the funeral pyre.

Lashed against glowing rock.
To me this world is shock.

But admit defeat I won’t do.
All the hate can stay with you.
Cause in stubborn form I push right through.
Ignore the bile that you spew.

A decade of destruction,
Leads to pure corruption.

Hounded into the grave.
Species that’s spent its brave.

But admit defeat I won’t do.
All the hate can stay with you.
Cause in stubborn form I push right through.
Ignore the bile that you spew.

Century in steep decline,
No point saying all is fine.

Cracked under heated whip.
Misfortune carved into a quip.

But admit defeat I won’t do.
All the hate can stay with you.
Cause in stubborn form I push right through.
Ignore the bile that you spew.

Six feet under there’s still the crack of a whip.
A new world order which some claim is a blip.
It all looks the same which is why boredom is creeping.
Soon I’ll be down in the gutter where the cesspool is seeping.

Not significant.
I’m sick of how we’re irrelevant.

Notions dreamt up, to sow another lie.
What perseveres, is the start of a cry.
Fragile and weeping angels come to drink.
But in the midst of madness all they do is sink.
Pull a new stack!

Noose round the neck of a sad little soul.
Bring in the big guns who are beyond our control.
What’s a war when peace is but letters on a page.
Anyone would think we are in dire straights of needing a sage.

Not significant.
I’m sick of how we’re irrelevant.

Notions dreamt up, to sow another lie.
What perseveres, is the start of a cry.
Fragile and weeping, angels come to drink.
But in the midst of madness, all they do is sink.
Pull a new stack!

Look into the glass and tell me what you see.
Is there a brother, teacher, father, hero or am I nobody?
Give the truth without pause for concern.
Being blunt should not bring forth a burn.
For if honesty can not be spoke then what is the point?
Done it for you now I ask you pay me the same courtesy.
Though do not look to your allies who surround;
They are not here to take your silent command.
So speak your truths and let them be known.
Otherwise why did we ever build this grand house and home?

Withered down to shreds of splinters.
Life is cold through these long harsh winters.
But we will inhale,
Stand and prevail!

Cheating sack of rotting lie-filled grinning meat.
That was the utterance that I did dare to speak.
Not an ounce of care but now you wish to beg.
You are a monster who refuses to pause once fed.
Incessant wish to twist and be made a king.
This house and home of which you speak is but a false dream.

Withered down to shreds of splinters.
Life is cold through these long harsh winters.
But we will inhale,
Stand and prevail!

Putrid and wrapped in flesh.
Languish upon all of this.
Halt the progress of a people.
All to chase a falling steeple.
Harbour grudge and fuel a fued.
You are but the contorted member of a brood.

So spit the sinew from your teeth.
Wring your hands for a week.
Knee deep in gore and smiling wide.
You only lust for pride.
Brother, teacher, father, hero; you are not.
What you are best labelled as is a tyrannical dot.

Withered down to shreds of splinters.
Life is cold through these long harsh winters.
But we will inhale,
Stand against you and prevail!

Bunny hopping ain’t for nothing.

Leap around like an insane fool.
All to dodge the bullet spool.
Never ending flow of lead.
Or is it plasma aimed at your head?
I don’t…have a clue.

If it misses me then I’ll be pleased to.
Because the threat is real.
Underestimate if you wish to feel,

Butchered.
Part of a spree.
Savaged.
Overkill for me.
All these medals are flowing out.
Time for you to recount your doubt.

Crouch and hope it saves the day.

It may seem like camping.
But truth is I’m ramping.
Allowing my shields to recharge.
Right before I partake in a new barge.
Otherwise…its all for nothing.

If I survive through the pain.
Then I’ll restart again.
But fail to see and soon I’ll feel,

Butchered.
Part of a spree.
Savaged.
Overkill me.
All these medals are flowing out.
Time for us to recount our doubt.

Seven foot plus and he’s ready to kill.
Its why they call him the demon.
Pistol in hand will be enough.
For anyone else it would be time to snuff;
Hit the dirt and never rise again.
But that isn’t the way with this man.
Bet against him and you will lose.
He’s an armoured hulk that can more than bruise.

Bare fists he’ll beat his foes into pure submission.
Don’t refute you are scared of seeing,
His shadow as that means you’re about to fall,
To an orphan without a surname who is standing tall.
And his possessions they might number low;
Armour, a number and first name to show.
Though he is someone of galactic fame.
Alas you are never going to win the not-a-game.

Business he means with a rifle in hand.
He says little but his actions stand.
Why chatter when it gets zilch done.
Might as well get to the point of the problem.
Irrespective of ammo he can fight to win.
Defeat is not a thing he’ll be accepting.
So I ask will you turn and run?
Or will you get out his way to avoid the gun?

What if treason is not a cause?
Do these words give you reason for pause?
I hope they do for things are not algined.
So many words have morphed to be unkind.
With rants birthed forth from minds under duress.
It all boils back down to the mountains of stress.
We’ve pushed hard for too long and now we’re coming undone.
And I get you don’t want to heed these warning in front of you.
But refuse too long and it’ll be guaranteed too,
Reach from the depths to pull the pin.
See how much progress you make while exploding.

What if science won’t save the day?
Have you ever considered that maybe?
Not a prospect that has yet come to pass.
You might even be thinking my words are crass.
But give it thought and see how far you go.
See if you fall down that same rabbit hole.
For there is no guarantee our knowledge will expand forever.
To believe that is to repeat a false agenda.
Maybe you think its better to be a pretender.
Bury our heads deep beneath the lands.
Force progress while under our feet shift the sands.

Seek the knife, seek the knife;
What is in the dark?
Is it pain, is it pain;
Has it hit the mark?
Know the sting, know the ache;
Will it not repeat?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

Pull the cord, pull the cord;
I can smell the lies.
Preach the words, preach the words;
Why do I survive?
For the thrill, for the kicks;
Can it skip a beat?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

Vent the breaks, vent the breaks;
I refuse to stall.
Bring the axe, bring the axe;
Will I see it fall?
With a smile, with a grin;
Where is the technique?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

But for the inaction I won’t damn satisfaction.
When angels turn to demons I will give my reasons.
Judge the merciful for they are too surgical.
Now strip the lesions and watch me soar.

Seek the knife, seek the knife;
What is in the dark?
Is it pain, is it pain;
Has it hit the mark?
Know the sting, know the ache;
Will it not repeat?
There is pretense in the words you speak.

Do you remember the last time you smiled for real?
Do you recall when pain wasn’t knocking at your door?
It seems like you have become so saturated.
Inflamed by a need to feel like light is confiscated.
Yet for who are you sticking to this road?
Is that what those departed would have wanted?
I know your answer might be yes,
But is that just reflex?
Think deep and consider long.
Might lead you to a realisation.
That you don’t have to suffer for your “sins.”
You are among us human beings.
Everyone has regrets which pull.
The knack is to let them go.
Not an easy trick to learn,
Though it’s much better than the burn.
Clinging to your faded memories of misery.
They are not the same as they were yesterday.
But if you open up and ask for aid.
Such actions won’t see you be flayed.
Though you are the only one who can start the journey.
It matters little if you’re legs are weak.
With help you can conquer all that runs deep,
And if you don’t then that’s on you.
We’ll be waiting here encase you come around too.