Anathema, anathema;
Everything is going faster.
Out of control and gaining ground.
Will peace and civility ever be found?
A guess to no and a bet on yes.
Who will be the one to bless?
Cast the die and make the call.
Someone decides to shout for Paul.
I got it wrong it was appalled.
Yet again I have been fooled.
Baffled by the hand of a crook.
The very same one I once shook.
Gloved to hide the fester below.
Moments prior to the start of this lethal show.

Grafter disaster;
Unsure if I have to.
With a shift in the stars.
If only it were gold bars.
Could build a new route through.
Avoid ending up in the stew.
What a dream that would be.
Not being cooked on the count of three.
No voices screaming guilty.
With gazes oh so shifty.
And a smile far too wide.
This figure pretends to be my bride.
Never met her and that puts me on edge.
I’ll be found when the river gets a dredge.

Naivety took its toll.
Ended up as a name on a scroll.
Advantage taken of my soft heart.
It got sold at the local mart.
Only to be skewered by a dart.

Anathema, anathema;
Everything is going faster.
Out of control and gaining ground.
Will peace and civility ever be found?
A guess to no and a bet on yes.
Who will be the one to bless?
Cast the die and make the call.
Someone decides to shout for Paul.
I got it wrong it was appalled.
Yet again I have been fooled.
Baffled by the hand of a crook.
The very same one I once shook.
Gloved to hide the fester below.
Moments prior to the start of my final show.

Naivety took its toll.
Ended up as a name on a scroll.
Advantage taken of my soft heart.
It got sold at the local mart.
Only to be skewered by a dart.

Hashtag another trend.
A concept you can’t comprehend.
You view this as a cause.
Fresh one you want into law.
Beat the game and make it stick.
Then a new fad makes you flick.
Change your focus and your will.
Problem that afflicts you still.

Hashtag til the end!
Artificial in how you spend,
Time protesting to the aether.
Every word is getting cheaper.
No conviction just an excuse.
All causes you do reduce.
Melt them down to a stew.
Nothing do you believe in too.

Hashtag, what a common lie.
Now you’re throat is running dry.
From all the views you never held.
Each one of them you felled.
Abandoned for the next protest.
About time you confessed.
You have no drive for any thing.
Just want to be seen as joining in.

Hashtag, no its goodbye.
Time to let these false declarations die.
Never believed a word that was said.
Raised a flag to try and get ahead.
Have an excuse to do as you please.
Thought that would make life a breeze.
You’re not alone it should be said.
Whole generation pretending not to be dead.

Sometimes you’ve got to let it go.
Dump it all into the flow.
Watch it drift so far away.
Ignore all responsibility.

Cause pushing on won’t get you throw.
Too much action will cleave in two.
Fry your head until it pounds.
Make you want to burrow underground.
Just for a pause and a little sleep.
That much action can make you weak.

Ocassionally you need to walk away.
Otherwise you will simply fray.
Unravel back to a length of twine.
Become fixated on whine.

Cause pushing on won’t get you throw.
Too much action will cleave in two.
Fry your head until it pounds.
Make you want to burrow underground.
Just for a pause and a little sleep.
That much action can make you weak.

Stop!
Let the seconds pass.
Listen!
Don’t go so fast.
Live!
Reach out and grasp!

Time is finite so don’t wish it away.
Take too long and you’ll have no way to stay.
Simple truth that can be learned too late.
Upsetting when that is the mistake.

Cause pushing on won’t get you throw.
Too much action will cleave in two.
Fry your head until it pounds.
Make you want to burrow underground.
Just for a pause and a little sleep.
That much action can make you weak.

You pin to me all of the disgrace.
I’m not sure it should be the case,
That all these failings should be mine.
Feels like you wish to make me guilty for every crime.

Not going to back down.
Sick of the same old frown.
Bullied and set in chains.
What is here is not for…
No longer will I accept your aims!

Plaster my face across every wall.
I refuse to become a thrall.
Bend my knee and accept a fate.
One that I did not ever wish nor fight to create.

Not going to back down.
Sick of the same old frown.
Bullied and set in chains.
What is here is not for…
No longer will I accept your aims!

But you will not listen to the words that I speak clearly to you.
All you wish for is another puppet that you can twist and screw.
Why should I let that be my time and torture?
We both know what you want is to heed no quarter.

Not going to back down.
Sick of and replaced that frown.
Bullied but now free of chains.
What is here is not for…
No longer will I accept your aims!
Your games!
Your flames!
Your lack of brains!

I will no longer accept…
I will no longer accept…
I will no longer accept…
Get out of my dreams!

You say I sold my soul to reach my goal.
But the truth is I have never told,
The reality of why I’m still here.
Never even sipped on beer.
For all my words are far too jumbled.
Around me walls seem to have crumbled.
And if I thought it was in my head,
I’d look for a place to make my bed.
Somehow it has never come to that.
A few think me mad as a matter of fact.
But I’d rather be alive and well.
Not drowned at the bottom of some well.
Quite a few have met such a fate.
All stemming from a single mistake.
Such a waste I would have to say.
Not sure as to whether you agree.
It matters little to the point of naught.
Many dreams have long since been bought.
But not mine I can proudly declare.
They will not take me from here.
So keep it quiet and know the board.
Just encase you better pack a chord.
Safety line to get free.
It’s how I’m still standing see.
Thought before I skip I will admit,
You were so wrong about that bit.
I would never sell myself so cheap.
Those are prices I find too steep.
A contradiction yes I know.
Either way it’s time for me to go.

You say life ain’t worth living.
I don’t believe that to be true.
This bouquet of ruin,
Is what was handed to you.

Pressure is mounting and you don’t want a piece.
Rather be curled up in a different place.
But truth is things are not what they once were.
Listening to the world can feel like a spur,
Driven deep into the side of your skull.
Ignore it too long and all things go dull.
So focus on something other than your own voice.
You believe me wrong but there is still choice.

You say life ain’t worth living.
I don’t believe that to be true.
This bouquet of ruin,
Is what you wanted so…

Air your grievances and cast them to sea.
What has been done does not have to be.
The cycle once broken will not return and sing.
If you hear otherwise it is you who does fling,
Hope to the dogs to dwell in the mire.
No one is attempting to act or conspire.
For you are the deity of what is to come.
Don’t let those voices break you down to none.

Cause you say life ain’t worth living.
I don’t believe that to be true.
This bouquet of ruin,
Doesn’t need to be part of you.

You have time I have not.
Build these mountains without thought.
Carve terrain into a valley.
Too many moments filled with folley.

Beaten down into the dirt.
Sick of every moment filled with hurt.
Bags filled with nobodies;
Like species wide obsessed hobbies.

Glance to your periphery.
Comes prior to the jab to be…
Cure for the itching sting.
Screams in your head are haunting,
And when…
All are born only to be still.
These voices are so loud and shrill.
Damning intent; to the cage!
Feels like I’m pinned upon a stage.

I have time you have not.
Build these mountains without rot.
Carved terrain; its now a valley.
All these moments filled so badly.

Was beaten down ’til I was dirt.
Sick of every union filled with hurt.
Bags stuffed full with bodies.
Violence is our species wide set of hobbies.

Glance to your periphery.
Comes prior to the jab to be…
Cure for the itching sting.
Screams in your head are haunting,
And when…
All are born only to be still.
These voices are so loud and shrill.
Damning intent; to the cage!
Feels like I’m pinned upon a stage.

Flames I put to my flesh.
You get one solitary guess.
Immolation for all to see.
From this horror you cannot flee.
Bleary eyed and fixated.
Make you understand the fated.
That we are circling around the drain.
Nothing from this can you gain.
So stop your schemes and your traps.
All it is revealing are more cracks.
A face shrouded behind clay.
Lies that have long since begun to fray.