Understood
This will read as a plea to vindicate intolerance as surely as it is written
Understand
Contempt born of clear perception is a birthright to those who channel it toward progression
Preserve life through loathing
Awaken hope with hatred
Wrest insight from outrage
This is a birthright and obligation
Spiteful and ill-tempered
I know the character well
A maelstrom of weakness and instability seething with viciousness
I choose not to accept this
Not into my life
There is no hope of reform
When pride is allied with hostility
All reason is denied
I return the denial
A glaring misconception of self-importance
I know the character well
Heedless fool
So arrogant with no understanding of consequence
I see this negligence
I choose not to accept it
Not into my life
Absence of introspection neglects the outer world
Let not the excess of lust and comfort mislead you
This world is not yours
Feel the quarrel in just his presense
You know the character all too well
A destructive man at war with his cowardice
I detest belligerence, and I choose not to accept this
Not into my life
Keep separate these hatreds
Undefined animosity is a device of the spineless
The means of a fool
Focused misanthropy is opposition to these dark hearts
Downpours of disapproval no words could begin to express
I believe in man
Man will maintain it's hostility
Have this faith
To distort the truth to serve itself
To oppose understanding
Conflict in the chest
A discontent for the vile and the wretched
Will bring forth reparations of the most severe degree
Things will change
And I will be the catalyst to
Weed out the weak and beget strength of character
Glorifying minds and souls
Celebrate the spirit while denying breath and life
To those who would choose to live depraved
Depravity, a thing of the past
A life not in vain
I am the end, I am beginning life anew
My soul is free from weakness
Free
Refined as gold
A standard to be met by all
As we embrace righteousness, we embrace life
Purified, united. set aside from the majority
I will serve as an example to man as hope
By defending those I love with my life
I stand here bold and strong
As a testament to my abstinence
This song:
I have this song: to sing
Certian words must be screamed
Rather than be sung or spoken:
I am alive and vigorous...
...As they toil without love.
Fight without purpose,
And live without passion...
I am alive and vigorous.
In this song: is where i belong.
Within these moments
There are no outsiders.
Within the body of the song:
Time stands still.
One is al,
And all is beautiful -
The beautiful moment of song and passion.
We will all sing.
We will all dance.
If a human's nature is to war,
This song:
Is a battleground,
And this voice,
A weapon
One thousand voices -
Or trumpet call
To arms.
Passion's promise;
True love's reward -
A pure expression
In truth and sincerity.
Passion's promise:
True love's reward, is this song:
What will become of this song:...
Pray not a fallen banner,
Or screamed words to the deaf,
For life is weary without song, or sound of harps.
This is a song for the impassioned.
This is strength for the heards on sleeves -
A shining sentiment where voices soar
And melod wells tears in the eyes.
We will all sing the same song,
This song,
Human is a degrading word
As human, I renounce myself
I yield to no man
There will be no peace
Not on Earth
Not amongst men
Indulge
Be content
Soften yourselves
I look beyond weakness and fashion
Confide not in flesh
If i can't change the world
I'll disregard it
And look beyond
Pray to calm my heart
Pray for the fools
I will be at peace
I am not a man
I am a memory,
I never existed
And now I am nothing.
Her name, a single word
Melts me, takes me to the ground.
Only alive, can't she see
I'm destroyed by yesterdays.
And do I gain?
I could only Dream
For chance to side with me,
Inquire, ingest, implode.
Let this not be the disassemblance of me.
Another night with arms still empty.
I'm destroyed.
And do I gain?
Possesions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true I've got a bed
And A guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right I've got a floor
So what? So What? So What?
I've got pockets full of lint and holes
Where everything important to me
Just seems to fall right down my leg
And onto the floor
My closest friend, linoleum...linoleum
Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beachside combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sportin' a pocket full of change
That's me in the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin
Singin' jibberish
Thats me on the back of the bus
Thats me in the cell
Thats me inside your head
But puncture the skin or fracture the bone
The present pain insists we are mortal
Brother
A hammer to the knees disarms even the unassailable
As you live with every stir and exhalation
You are subject to death
Justify this perfection
Disconnection from humanity
A sentient form of heart and bone
Of warmth and thought
And you still break the body
Judgment has failed in the dominant
Warm flesh beaten cold
A bloodless husk lies one shade from physical death
No justify this perfect disconnection from humanity
All of mankind demands to understand what is in your heart
And how the hands become detached from the mind
Dear mortal
We call you to account for the deeds of savagery
You will answer to the living world
Alas
Not an uttered word
Brother
You are in error
What fires the core
What moves the mind
What enables the man
Cancer in the mind and marrow
An unacceptable disorder of cruel decision and shrewd awareness
The living world is burning to treat the affliction
To rip out the cancer
For dear life
No defense will mend a broken bone
No words are healing bleeding wounds
Let yourself bleed if you are to let blood
Brother
We cast no shadow;
The stars do not shine here.
Be content to light your own path.
And burn what you have crossed-
The bridges were frail,
The people, pretended.
Storm forth with the light of the inflamed.
Reclaim and ignite the sky.
Brightly to blind
Rip off the veneers enabling opportunists to thrive.
Dam the rise of grime and rats.
More sickening than a social circle that believes itself charmed.
Are the writhing droves of blow hards and yes men
Clamoring to slither in.
Stay sovereign on the outside.
We are who finish last, the unaffected,
Contrasting the wide and white.
We are who finish last-sound, indignant;
The iron to gleaming teeth,
The salt on saccharin.
We who finish last,
Proudly in their darkness,
Lit from within
Glad hands grabbing for brass rings,
Painting their brinks gold.
Keen sycophants fitly scheming-
Furthering the feuds of their adored.
They have picked their enemies impeccably.
Very keen indeed.
And so siege the scorned...
We are naught but beds of thorns and dark horses,
Unwelcome guests who will just not mind their place-
A single musket ball to pierce and lodge inside
and lead the circle to crack.
We cast no shadow;
The stars do not shine here.
No genuine light to be found.
Only rays of cold, synthetic beams on a mock aristocracy,
So the vain and insecure can feel revered and cared for
For a cheap, fleeting moment.
Truly noble.
Storm forth with the light.
We who finish last;
Proudly in our darkness,
Lit from within.
Conflict in the chest,
Death will end the weakness I am a violent tendency sparked by the words of the world An isolated integrity employing wisdom learned through the search for the truth Searching to no avail Those enlightened abandon hope for truth Those enlightened trust no one I've lived so openly and have been so naive to think that any man can be believed I will pledge no alliegence to a defect and within this resistance I am liberated I repel the weakness and side strongly with virtue I resist insincerity I resist humanity There is no person's promise that can not be broken One more time Only death will end the weakness Anyone can comfort me with promises again I know Wading through deceit and lies to end in the arms of mistrust An embrace I've grow to despise All are insincere
Gather all we cynics and outcasts-
Bastard line of the insensate kindred.
Monolithic, we are what won't sway in the wind.
We do not fall.
As we feel deeply and think long,
We give rise to compassion-
This is how we trouble ourselves.
In the mockery of flesh this is dissimilar.
Here malcontents are made,
Wrought forth in the hammering of the human spirit.
A rising of iconoclasts to disunite those bonded in apathy.
Here malcontents are made,
Skeptical of the ascension of man.
All embattled we cynics and outcasts,
Raze and reshape the accepted social ordered for total rehumanization.
I am a cynic and an outcast,
fail the sun to shine as there is no more beauty
left to alighten.
what once flourished has weathered away
and what will not weather
i cannot stomach.
oh, the cruelty of a persistent scar.
i can keep my lips from trembling
while i sever, with regretful hands,
the strings so carelessly attached to me.
i can remove the litter of intimacy.
alas,
this will not be the death of me
if that which merely tears seldom lasts,
how can that which breaks ever heal?
i would rather bleed than feel.
i woul rather bleed.
no man can learn the value of his life without pain.
yet, no man deserves a life's worth in pain.
and i have a lifetime left to learn.
am i not a better man?
a man who has grown sound and strong,
a man who has learned from his misery.
am i not a better man?
a clever man who taught his flesh the way of steel.
this lasting man of resolve and will.
am i not a better man?
or just a bitter man
that rots with memoris and only grows cold.
indeed i have grown cold.
and this moment feels like the harshest end to the coldest day.
this day has lasted a lifetie, with an eternity left to lapse.
here i am,
forsaken just as i forsook the sun,
a blend of venom and winter -
the kiss of frost and poison.
how i have wished for a steady hand to wipe away these scares
or a tender kiss to render me forgetful.
where the sun to follow bitter examples,
we would truly know winter
eternally
may the sun shine on the forsaken.
may the sun shine brightly,
and illuminate our scars
the salt from my eye burns
as does the acid of my tongue.
might a tempest relieve me of sound and sight.
might i unearth the hatched
and put it to proper use
my hand is poised, and in fury.
only thunder gives me rest.
dare me to breathe
when i can't catch my breath.
sway my temper's balance.
only thunder gives me rest.
this song:
i have this song: to sing
certian words must be screamed
rather than be sung or spoken:
i am alive and vigorous...
...as they toil without love.
fight without purpose,
and live without passion...
i am alive and vigorous.
in this song: is where i belong.
within these moments
there are no outsiders.
within the body of the song:
time stands still.
one is al,
and all is beautiful -
the beautiful moment of song and passion.
we will all sing.
we will all dance.
if a human's nature is to war,
this song:
is a battleground,
and this voice,
a weapon
one thousand voices -
or trumpet call
to arms.
passion's promise;
true love's reward -
a pure expression
in truth and sincerity.
passion's promise:
true love's reward, is this song:
what will become of this song:...
pray not a fallen banner,
or screamed words to the deaf,
for life is weary without song, or sound of harps.
this is a song for the impassioned.
this is strength for the heards on sleeves -
a shining sentiment where voices soar
and melod wells tears in the eyes.
we will all sing the same song,
this song,
together.
Lies of self-indulgent pride
A sense of justice misdirected for the sake of the lost
A claim to inflict punishment for those who have been unjust
And there's a line that can't be crossed between belief and obsession
Nonexistent caring based on situation ethics.
No benefit can come from the line being drawn.
To be guided by faith, is to be.
Is to be mislead.
A joke to the weak, a fixation to the strong.
So who's wrong, and who will decide what's right?
With so few actions, so many words.
Won't take this complacency anymore.
I won't accept the criticism of my peers
I won't accept this objection.
I cannot judge others lives only to justify my own
One more word and I'm broken
Our outlook is bleak but the moment is grand
To be told we're independent is not enough.
We should strive for autonomous thoughts
And your pride in you conformity is sickening
This useless praise
But this desire for focus triggers abuse
Of an endless sense of insecurity.
We grasp at endless questions for a sense of hope
It's not so simple to sit and wait
We cannot embrace our roles blindly
They're assigned
They are assigned, based on the fact that we will accept
Minds are in suspended animation
Due to an attachment to this established lifestyle
My existence will not be dictated like a reading from a book
I will not be predetermined.
Our outlook is bleak.
When approval is all we crave and the moment is grand.
Your pride is sickening.
In your conformity.
But this moment is grand.
We should strive for autonomous thoughts.
This is not my true nature.
An angel's heart given flight by demon's wings faces certian death.
I was not born as what i have come to be.
To be gentle again...
Do not let this exterior deceive you.
I can easily crush your spirit.
My wounds bleed truth,
And with the words...
Their voices are caustic,
A nasty sting from aim and precision of fact.
"How can you be so cruel?"
It is not who i am,
As it is the hate i feel.
I am a demon,
A vicious fiend.
Let me alone.
I am a demon with a penchant
For other's misery.
A vicious fiend.
I am a demon,
In peace
Let me alone
To be the beast of a man
The world has made me.
I am prepared to fight humanity every day
For the rest of my life,
Albeit, my mind and body
Yearn for tranquility.
People that should earn my love
Consistently warrant my hate.
I truly resent this.
Breathe easy, friend.
Let not bitter fruit sour your breath.
You were once a gentleman.
When friends fail,
And mother is gone;
When god is silent,
And mates fall out of love...
Alone, and unflinching.
I still wake to confrontation,
I am not simply strong,
I may very well be the strongest man
brilliance,
a heart of gold,
and a voice that whispers,
"i am wholly miserable."
he is the most miserable of men.
every word he speaks reeks of failure.
he has failed where others
have succeeded threefold.
this failure suffers
what is a man
that is the source of his own misery...
to face a lifelong nightmare
of taunting dreams is unbearable.
what is this man,
a dark prophet...
a dark prophecy...
suffering knows no end,
nor does his appetite for it
opt for the darkest corner and brood.
keep closed your eyes.
keep turned your back.
tomorrow is dead.
tomorrow is dead.
today is the grave.
yesterday he secured a tomb.
time has been cruel.
why should time be any different than life
when tomorrow is dead
his shame.
he will lie between
resentment and regret.
he shed his grace.
as certian as a snake sheds its skin.
laid waste to a wealth of talent -
his curse of being blessed with treasures
that just were not gold enough.
I stand on the edge of destruction emotionally ruined By the warmth I most desire I will not fall prey to love of a human kind For love is weakness Love is the fall of every man Take this heart you've claimed and as it numbs your hands Know the flame is dead and will no longer burn This body will never pain again This mind knows no wound Though I am of flesh this flesh will not consume me As it has destroyed so many before This body will never pain again This mind knows no wound The flame is dead left only with ashes of memories That renew faith in hate and my faith in myself Nothing can break me This heart remains free from the burden of love Yet this heart will be sustained No hope No compassion I fill my heart with strength
This world is a burden
And it disgusts me.
I want to deny it,
Its inhabitants and their possessions.
I'm embarrassed to know
This soil produced me.
I'm dying to be elsewhere,
Trying not to belong in a nature
Of impulse and self indulgence.
A brother to none,
my kinship lies elsewhere.
I am separate and loyal to no one,
If born from this soil.
I'm embarrassed to know you;
you do not represent me.
a likeness only in structure,
Not in mind.
I vow to never belong to anyone
Born from this soil
A people that follows blindly
Show suffocation beneath the clouds,
The crusade for humanity is nearly lost.
Fumes of fould temperament thicken the air,
Envenomed by beings of inborn aggression.
If the wicked are never to rest,
Surely they will not be saved.
And so the hopeful drown in the hopeless.
A glimpse of life in the midst of death,
The side of romance and delusion, always dies.
You, so selfless and concerned are no exception.
There are only those who do not care,
And those who would cause you harm.
The remains of salvation lies in graveyards,
Where the soulful have since been absorbed by the soulless.
Suffer the small truth,
In laboring for human redemption you are asking brick to be glass...
Repeating lies to yourself just to keep your faith.
You lie to yourself to maintain your sanity.
We all lie to ourselves when we feel the hopelessness.
Of a grim tomorrow.
Be winged, free from the mire of men.
Be winged, leave the dead soil to the dying.
Inherit the wind, soar from the coils that asphyxiate you.
Everybody is talking about the girl
Who went and killed the delivery man
But she looks so kind and gentle
It just doesn't stand to reason
I saw her right there just the other night
As stately as a slot machine
But when she looked my way something mad
As hell came over me
Anesthesia, Mona Lisa, I've got a little gun
Here comes oblivion
I never loved you, how did you find me?
The cops will never prove complicity now
Anna, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
All good children go to heaven
I remember your face that August night
When we lied about the beautiful time to come
And that crazy old man who came much to late
And caused a chain reaction
I've been hanging out there for eleven long years
Like a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone
And looking at you now
Is driving me to distraction
Anesthesia, Mona Lisa, I've got a little gun
Here comes oblivion
I never loved you, how did you find me?
The cops will never prove complicity now
Anna, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
All good children go to heaven
I never loved you
I never loved you
I never loved you
If these hands would only kill.
They'd cleanse the world with its own blood.
They'd cleanse the world, if these hands would only kill.
These hand should cleanse your soul of the lust and the greed of this world.
And they call me a fool as they do so well.
Destroy the morality none have known for so long if ever at all
And I would lay down my life to birth a new generation of a righteous culture.
To a people I could proudly love and cherish.
For that's all I've ever asked for and been deprived of.
Not a tear for those of flesh
Not a stayed hand for a world that prostitutes itself.
Not a minute more of degeneration.
Words cannot express my disappointment.
Words cannot express my disapproval.
So I hate.
I hate a world that's capable of triumph.
Do I stand idly by and let this world disintegrate.
This world will pass away, and my emotions with it.
Why should I strive for acceptance and peace of mind.
FAIL THE SUN TO SHINE AS THERE IS NO MORE BEAUTY
LEFT TO ALIGHTEN
WHAT ONCE FLOURISHED HAS WEATHERED AWAY
AND WHAT WILL NOT WEATHER
I CANNOT STOMACH
OH, THE CRUELTY OF A PERSISTENT SCAR
I CAN KEEP MY LIPS FROM TREMBLING
WHILE I SEVER, WITH REGRETFUL HANDS
THE STRINGS SO CARELESSLY ATTACHED TO ME
I CAN REMOVE THE LITTER OF INTIMACY
ALAS,
THIS WILL NOT BE THE DEATH OF ME
IF THAT WHICH MERELY TEARS SELDOM LASTS
HOW CAN THAT WHICH BREAKS EVER HEAL?
I WOULD RATHER BLEED THAN FEEL
I WOULD RATHER BLEED
NO MAN CAN LEARN THE VALUE OF HIS LIFE WITHOUT PAIN
YET, NO MAN DESERVES A LIFE'S WORTH IN PAIN
AND I HAVE A LIFETIME LEFT TO LEARN
AM I NOT A BETTER MAN?
A MAN WHO HAS GROWN SOUND AND STRONG
A MAN WHO HAS LEARNED FROM HIS MISERY
AM I NOT A BETTER MAN?
A CLEVER MAN WHO TAUGHT HIS FLESH THE WAY OF STEEL
THIS LASTING MAN OF RESOLVE AND WILL
AM I NOT A BETTER MAN?
OR JUST A BITTER MAN
THAT ROTS WITH MEMORIES AND ONLY GROWS COLD
INDEED I HAVE GROWN COLD
AND THIS MOMENT FEELS LIKE THE HARSHEST END TO THE COLDEST DAY
THIS DAY HAS LASTED A LIFETIME
WITH AN ETERNITY LEFT TO LAPSE
HERE I AM
FORSAKEN JUST AS I FORSOOK THE SUN
A BLEND OF VENOM AND WINTER-
THE KISS OF FROST AND POISON
HOW I HAVE WISHED FOR A STEADY HAND TO WIPE AWAY THESE SCARS
OR A TENDER KISS TO RENDER ME FORGETFUL
WERE THE SUN TO FOLLOW BITTER EXAMPLES
WE WOULD TRULY KNOW WINTER
ETERNALLY
MAY THE SUN SHINE ON THE FORSAKEN
MAY THE SUN SHINE BRIGHTLY
The vigor in my soul won't stand for this anymore The potency that is my being is far ruin Far from silenced And far from death With Severed legs I'd walk with intent to prosper A body plauged with sickness and still I'd dare to dream For I can Breathe my blood is fire and I bleed life The defeatest is dead No remorse for that man who dies A sad bitter man whose contempt for himself exceded his contempt for the world No remorse for those who chis spirit A sad bitter lot whose lack of insight left a man broken Left many broken The disenchanted led by the frightened only blessed With the absence of respect A world enslaved by itself but one was reborn to conquer I climb to the crest and strive to climb higher At the core of my being is vitality that will not die My blood is fire and I bleed life My blood is fire
Nothing that breathes is above betrayal.
Nothing that breathes is divine.
Out from the shadows, well-wisher.
The gleam of your blade gives you away.
Drawn from me, my smiling assassin,
Meet the blood that moved you-
The blood of encouragement
Spilling as common water.
They will serve you...
Long live the king.
Soak up to your arms in his blood.
Long live the king;
They will serve you well.
And you loyal friend, leave an ice pick in my neck as it were mine to keep.
How terribly cold.
I breathe, and count my shallow breaths.
Add another edge: Be sure to twist the blade.
If come one, come all of this,
a celebration of treachery and scissored flesh.
Fall in, stain your steel in festive red-
Here, where the sheep are butchers.
A fresh patch of skin to pierce,
One cannot resist.
Unsteady steps.
Each waning, determined for purchase.
I am he who falters, stricken with one thousand blades.
With unsteady steps, I find my balance in deception.
Step by burning step.
Warm in the presence of malice.
Barefoot among a skulk of men.
Eyes ahead and taller still,
I never look back.
I knew not your names.
I knew your numbers.
I knew you all too well.
Two blades for every inch of flesh.
Ensanguined.
This is that which did not kill me.
There's always room for one more blade...
Not much a sight for sore eyes,
The harrowed form of living will:
Bent,
And black,
And so terribly cold.
IT IS TRULY THE PERFECT BEING
ITS ARMOR IS TENFOLD SHEILDS
ITS TEETH, SWORDS
CLAWS IN THE GUISE OF GREETING HANDS
HOW DOES IT SLEEP AT NIGHT
THIS TYRANT-
HEAPING SLAVES ON THE PYRE
JUST TO WATCH AMBITIONS BURN
IT IS TRULY THE PERFECT BEING
IT'S ARMOR IS TENFOLD SHEILDS
AND FROM ITS TONGUE, FIRE
COULD ANY BEING VERILY BASK IN MALEVOLENCE?
AS IF ITS INDIFFERENCE MIGHT PARDON IT
THIS TYRANT
HE IS THE FATHERLESS
WITH THE ARROGANCE OF A BEING THAT INSISTS IT CREATED ITSELF
WHAT CAN IT CREATE?
THIS UNINSPIRED MUSE RULES ONLY BARREN LANDS
IT CANNOT CREATE A THING
WHEN THE PUBLIC SPEAKS THE TRUTH
SIMPLY TEAR IT DOWN
DISSENT AND SMOLDER
YOUR THOUGHTS ARE LAW, GREAT DRAGON
JUST SPARE ME AND MINE,
WHILE I BIDE MY TIME,
KNOWING YOU WELL,
THE ENEMY
COWER MAY THE EVERYMAN
I SHOW NO RECOIL FOR
A WOULD-BE DRAGON
THE COMMON MAN IS THE CONSUMMATE DRAGON -
THE POOREST EXCUSE OF A MAN
MY CHEST TO SHEILDS
MY TEETH TO SWORDS
MY HANDS TO CLAWS
AND FIRE...
NOW WE CAN MAKE WAR
Here's to you who would ruin creation.
Here's to you...
See here blind men, we mean to bring you sight.
Gaze long upon your wasteland.
Into the eyes of the limbless, grieving and slain.
Pray you justify such suffering.
See here blind men.
You will see here.
We will not mourn. Not this day.
Release the pallbearers. Quench the pyre.
We revolt by moonlight;
Bound by unrest, driven into lunacy.
Maddened, mongering, guiltless, undiscerning...
The spear will silence the last of us.
Farewell to breath and beating hearts,
Life drains into the soil.
Death is where men unite, after lifetimes of unrest.
And this is the folly of man,
Misspent fortunes of breath and beating hearts.
Death is where men unite. We unite only in death.
A union of corpses littered under a mourning moon.
May the weight of the dead bring the burden of clarity.
In vengeance we are blind, masked by a black veil
Obstracting the vision, the heart, and the mind.
Exact reprisal and be damned.
Only unveiling brings deliverance from this,
Our familiar and cyclical fate...
From the womb with warm blood on our faces;
To the grave with cold blood on our hands.
Here's to you who would ruin creation...
From flesh to steel...
I fortify this easily splintered bone into a stronghold of will
as the balance of man lay beaten in the wake of its own frailty.
A horde eager to accept deceit and more so to speak it.
Words will sear the throats of all who freely beguile.
The trught burns through my veins and in my black heart.
Breathe the flame that will overwhelm you; flaw ignites swiftly.
A product of conceit so absorbed and vain that he thinks himself divine;
he is sure to die.
And man must truly be God; for he has tried so hard to create me
in His image, a formless shadow deprived of life.
I am the wayward son of man.
My fathers have darkened what was the warmest heart the world
would have ever known.
Relish in what you have created.
Set your body ablaze.
REST ASSURED..THIS IS SINCERE. THIS IS TRUE
LET THIS BE MY WRIT OF MISANTHROPY
TO A THANKLESS WORLD OF MEN
WHO HAVE PERFECTED NOTHING
SAVE THE ART OF ACCUSATION
WOE IS HE THAT FEELS COMPELLED TO PEN
EVEN ONE WORD OF HATRED
THE ACT IS CONTEMPTIBLE
TO KNOW I HATE WITH THE PASSION
WITH WHICH I LOVE IS A TRAVESTY
LET THIS WRIT ACKNOWLEDGE THESE FACTS
HOW I MISS THE WARMTH OF RED BLOOD...
THE COLOR OF PITCH IS COLD AND HARD
AND IT IS MERCILESS TO THE TENDERHEARTED
HOW I MISS THE STRENGTH OF RED BLOOD...
ITS SUSCEPTIBILITY TO BURN JET
AND THE MIGHT TO WITHSTAND A BRUTAL SCORCHING
HOW I HAVE LEARNED TO WEILD THIS SCORCHED, JET BLOOD
TO THE GROSS ADVANTAGE...
THIS BLOOD MUST NOT GO TO WASTE
ALL IS NOT YET LOST
TAKE THESE WORDS OF BLOOD ILL-TEMPERED
TAKE THESE WORDS AND
CUT DEEP
LACERATE THE SPOILED FLESH
IMPACT THE BRITTLE BONE
AND WE ALL WILL BLEED TOGETHER
MAY THIS BLOOD PAVE THE WAY TO SOLUTION
WE ALL BEEN SO WRONG
CONDITIONED TO ACCEPT AND APPROVE OF SUBSTANDARD
COMMUNICATION AND BEHAVIOR
REASON IS CLOUDING
HEARTS ARE HARDENING
AND THE RESULT IS MURDER
THIS AGE IS GRAVE BOUND
LIKEWISE ITS AGING SUCCESSORS
AGING, ALL THE WHILE, DESCENDING
DEVELOPING AN EVEN MORE INSATIABLE THIRST FOR CHAOS
LIFE AMONGST HYENAS AND ASPS UNDER VULTURES
THAT PICK AT THE CORPSES OF THE FALLEN
AND MAN WILL CONTINUE TO SUFFER UNTO ITESELF
UNTIL SOME STAND TO RALLY THE FRAY BY FIRM EXAMPLE
CHAOS MUST SUCCUMB TO ORDER
LEST THESE DAYS BE NUMBERED
I CANNOT CONTRIBUTE TO DISARRAY
I SIMPLY CANNOT RELATE
LET THIS BE MY ACT OF DEFIANCE
LET THIS BE MY REFUSAL TO FIT IN
A discontent for the vile and the wretched
Will bring forth reparations of the most severe degree
Things will change
And I will be the catalyst to
Weed out the weak and beget strength of character
Glorifying minds and souls
Celebrate the spirit while denying breath and life
To those who would choose to live depraved
Depravity, a thing of the past
A life not in vain
I am the end, I am beginning life anew
My soul is free from weakness
Free
Refined as gold
A standard to be met by all
As we embrace righteousness, we embrace life
Purified, united. set aside from the majority
I will serve as an example to man as hope
By defending those I love with my life
I stand here bold and strong
As a testament to my abstinence
My heart is open; this slate is clean.
WITHOUT PRETENSION
WITH A SWEET CHILL DOWN MY SPINE...
FOR A TIME THE CLOUDS LIFT
AND WHAT I HAVE RESIGNED TO THINKING BARREN
DOES BEAR FRUIT
IF I AM TO DIE - IF I MUST DIE
I MUST INSPIRE WHILE I LIVE
ALONGSIDE THE DREAMERS
LET US AT LAST PRAISE THE COLONIZERS OF DREAMS
I SURRENDER ALL, ALL I HAVE GIVE:
TO THOSE WHO SURVIVED LIFE'S THORNS
AND PROVIDED ESCAPE
TO THOSE, WHOSE CREATIONS WILL LIVE FOREVER
TO THOSE THAT WROTE THE WORDS
THOUGH MY KNESS BECOME WEAK
I WILL CAUSE MY FOOT ANOTHER STEP
TO CARRY THE TASK
AND TO THOSE THAT UNDERSTOOD
THERE IS A NEED FOR FAITH
AND A NEED FOR HOPE
LET US AT LAST PRAISE THE COLONIZERS OF DREAMS
AS WITH THE BRIGHTEST AND THE WISEST
I KNOW THE NEED OF
FAITH
HOPE
DREAMS
I BURN FOR VISION AND INSPIRATION, FOR THIS IS LIFE
IF PERCHANCE I AM DREAMING
PLEASE, LET ME SLEEP
TO SPEND MY TIME IN GREAT ATLANTIS
IN SEARCH OF CAMELOT
I DRINK FROM THE GRAIL, AND WAR WITH THE IMMORTALS
RATHER THAN SULK IN THE RUINS OF A FALLEN SKY CASTLE
AMIDST THE REMNANTS OF ONCE
MIGHTY COLOSSUS,
COME THIS CALL
WHERE ARE THE BUILDERS?
I CLEARLY SEE THE SLAYERS, AND THE HOPE THEY DESTROY
I CLEARLY SEE THE THEIVES,
AND THE WONDERS THEY DEPRIVE THE INSPIRED
WHERE ARE THE BUILDERS?
IF I AM TO DIE - IF I MUST DIE
I MUST INSPIRE WHILE I LIVE
hear my words that i might teach you.
take my arms that i might reach you -
that i might reach
straight for your throat.
this is madness.
will we not be satisfied
until we sit drenched in each other's blood?
the shame of only two appaling options:
a taker of life, of a dead man.
this is why the wives, the mothers, and children are mourning.
love, as vital to life
as blood to heart,
conquers pain,
lest death intrudes by means of it's
flawed emissary, man
on this day, saints will be sinners.
there will be no victors, only bereaved.
this is why we morn.
leaving the world blind, eye after eye.
disease inhabits the environs.
famine feeds our gardens.
flesh is predisposed to die.
death needs no aide.
we bear blood to where we rest,
and still we are not sleepless...
and we will live such tragedy in perpetuity.
her loved one is dead.
my loved one is dead.
his loved one is dead.
your loved one is dead.
Avoid the mirror lest I break it.
With the stone that serves as my heart.
Accept this pretty package named friend.
Except this it entails love.
Not so attractive anymore.
Accept this pretty package named friend.
Except that it entails love.
It's never as pretty as it seems and now it never was at all.
No it never was.
All I asked was to be important.
All I wanted was someone to trust
In my eternal scheme, your act of friendship means nothing.
Friendships are weak and nothing is dear to me
Acquaintance stole my confidence.
My humor.
My compassion.
My solace.
Left me with myself and laughed as it walked away
I refuse to be your tolerance, I will not be your embarrassment.
I'm not so attractive any more.
Take this burden away.
I can only stand in front of a broken mirror for so long
Staring at the reflection of failed attempts at love and a black heart.
My heart, once nourished with hope and compassion, now is black as death.
Trudging forward, broken, devoid of love
Afraid to turn.
But I did and met no maker at all.
Only instead, reflections of a rippled self.
I may at last see myself as good
In a neutral pond unbiased and real
Depicting only what is true.
A distortion my hand has forced.
I have created the wake.
I may at last see myself as good.
Paint a false scenario.
My life has been a breach of contract and faith.
I kid myself.
Moving through self degradation.
I turn to you for appreciation.
So help me to help myself.
I have to let you die.
I have to let you fade.
So spare me the male accusations.
I would have told you those things you wanted to hear
And I would have cared
The way you thought no one ever would.
And now my heart bleeds cold.
I refuse to be caressed by stone.
I now live emotionless and free from your pain.
My heart bleeds the darkest blood.
My heart is cold as stone
A rock feels no pain
Poured myself out:
I am the empty cup
My hope has died away
And my tolerance faded.
How can I keep Stability
On such shaky ground?
Prayers that a smile will flag me down.
Sadly I've learned there's no truth in comfort;
Well-being stems not from love.
Anguish proves to be my only means of solace,
Yet I want to be held by anyone,
With any arms
I spend another morn alone
In a world that rejects me.
A public unkind, laced with apathy.
This one's for the world: I hate you.
Life could get no colder;
I'm living out a dying cell,
I will walk with you, my friend, in the search for insight...
Let truth be told,
If not malicious, the nature of humanity is volatile,
Often thoughtlessly brought to irrational ends.
And I have mused on the future that may effect...
Dark times designed of dark minds.
Now please walk with me, my friend,
this is what i believe and know to be true.
I believe and know fear runs deeper than reason,
That rampant weakness is veiled by aggression.
I believe and know defeat is the order of man,
Resting well in euphemism and excuse;
In biting reality, eternally sleepless.
No, I do not believe roses only bloom just to conceal the thorns.
I merely accept the thorn pricked finger bleeds.
It is foolish to think the adder benign.
Let us walk together in acute perception, wake insight from sleep;
Outside of doctrines, anchored in bitter reality.
I will walk with you, my friend.
So you say it's all about credentials. What do you know about honor?
Surely you can overlook principle for some momentary incentive.
These are the scales of justice, as long as they tip your way.
But my face could never make the front page.
I can hardly stomach it. I can barely keep it down.
What I'm supposed to fight for. What I should be proud of.
This ethnocentric falsehood. A nation of backseat drivers.
In a shot-out car named Ego, that takes me nowhere.
Won't be ruled by the media, won't be ruled by cathode ray.
Won't pass any judgement based on your hall of the story.
And you claim no hypocrisy in the existence of a Papacy?
Where's the separation of church and state?
How am I free? Or am I free at all?
This blessed screen let's you know exactly where i am.
Disfigured forms will envelop the skies and shadow the globe in swarms.
As petty hates warp hollow-men, their visage scowls and swiftly distorts.
The pain of life has twisted your face,
You stagger with the hooves on which you walk
The pain of life has altered your physical state of being
Devolved and mutated, a mortal mockery,
Grossly winged and given flight.
Malformed brows, misshapen minds,
Every heartache brings a new deformity.
Morbid growths form on beasts of weakness
Reshaping men into demons.
Man into demon
Earth into hell
I maintain fortitude on this demon-haunted world,
Not the dysmorphic shell of a delicate man,
But a beast of outrage and opposition.
The pain of life has twisted your face
You stagger with the hooves on which you walk
The pain of life has altered your physical state of being.
Devolved and mutated, a mortal mockery
Welcome to the new age where wealth is weighed in spirit.
And only dead men beam.
There is no light in the loam.
Sparks in the ash
Exhume the light
Entomb breathing hate.
Vicious hearts are alive.
The noble are dead.
The earth thrives on the substance of its corpses.
Mean Spirits, breathing, befoul the air.
Above ground tread the wretched.
Destiny has been careless in how it's filled our tombs.
What rots underground,
the remains scattered,
was a godsend to mankind:
Gentle hearts once nourished with hope and compassion.
As flesh judges flesh, bury the bodies bred in malice:
Spite will smother in soil.
And I would trade 1000 lives for you.
For one more moment in farewell.
One more mere moment.
1000 lives.
To suffer fools is to exist:
Bounded by those who deem themselves wise.
Never veil your eyes, turn deaf, or disconnect your mind.
Clash, and clash hard.
We suffer fools
From the flat Earth drifting away into warm delusion...
See it fit to have them forced back down.
Slammed into the clay.
Fathoms deep.
The fool always claims to know.
Steeped in misbelief,
Fool, never claim to know.
Your ideas are wrong.
Pour the salts of acumen straight into the eyes to recondition the mind.
The vigor in my soul won't stand for this anymore
The potency that is my being is far ruin
Far from silenced
And far from death
With Severed legs
I'd walk with intent to prosper
A body plauged with sickness and still I'd dare to dream
For I can
Breathe my blood is fire and I bleed life
The defeatest is dead
No remorse for that man who dies
A sad bitter man whose contempt for himself exceded his contempt for the world
No remorse for those who chis spirit
A sad bitter lot whose lack of insight left a man broken Left many broken
The disenchanted led by the frightened only blessed
With the absence of respect
A world enslaved by itself but one was reborn to conquer
I climb to the crest and strive to climb higher
At the core of my being is vitality that will not die
My blood is fire and I bleed life
Get out of here!
Leave me alone!
I don't need you.
You make me sick.
You are just a lost cause.
Can't stand the things you do.
You are just a lost cause.
I've had enough of you.
You are just a lost cause.
Can't stand the things you do.
You are just a lost cause.
I've had enough of you.
Get out of here!
Leave me alone!
I don't need you.
You make me sick.
You are just a lost cause.
You are just a lost cause.
You are just a lost cause.
You are just a lost cause.
Open hearts always ache,
Beset with pain,
But alive.
Spent hearts close.
Closed hearts die.
Preservation of warmth is a battle for a culture downcast.
The callousness of frost tempts the weak and weary.
A human failing lets its heart die.
The frozen tears, unfeeling as stone,
Of a mortal glacier, detached as an island
From crystallized hearts of unbroken ice.
They wash the warmth away.
Reborn in winter, numb to pain
Desperate souls invite death inside.
We breath the bitter air of warm hearts turned cold.
A human failing lets his heart die
A human failing lets her heart die
Hasten to the tundra
Prevailing sadness is swept across a cold lifeless plain
The most dismal season to choose winter as our destiny,
Preferring chill to the pain.
A human being flows the warmth of red blood.
Reborn in winter, numb to pain.
Desperate souls invite death inside
We breath the bitter air of warm hearts turned cold
We human failings
Born of winter, numb to pain
A desperate soul invited death inside.
I breath bitter air, my warm heart turned cold.
A human failing, I let my heart die.
The salt from my eyes burn
As does the acid of my tongue.
Might a tempest releive me of sound and sight.
Might I unearth the hatchet
And put it to proper use.
My hand is poised, and in fury.
Only thunder gives me rest.
Dare me to breathe
When I cant catch my breath.
Sway my temper's balance.
Poured myself out.
I am the empty cup
My hope has died away
When hope dies away when he says I'm running.
How can I keep stability on such shaky ground?
With prayers that a smile will flag me down?
I tire of longing.
Is it too much to ask to want to be held by anyone with any arms?
Another morn alone.
Waiting by the phone.
This one's for the world: I love you.
Am I trapped inside?
Life could get no colder.
I'm living out a dying cell.
Come over.
The truly weak spread venom
The truly strong digest it
Rotting from the inside
This agonized form resembles a man
Scorn burst from the heart
Rancor cracking ribs
Coating it's recesses in toxins
Base loathing within the loins seeps malice through it's pores
Ashing tissues
Blackened with contempt
Pestilent
Corrosive to the touch
A blight on humanity
Never must it speak
Never must it bleed
It mustn't even breathe
Rather than arming the mind with awareness
It wracks it's gut with spite
Damnable abomination
A conscious contagion
Infecting mankind
Trails of acid trill from addled sockets where tears and vision
Had once soothed and stirred the mind
A mortal ulcer
Agent of progressive atrophy
Abetting and defining social regression
Bile from it's gaping maw
Spitting vain and groundless vengeance
Hate-spawn
Bearer of all discord
Condone it's actions or deny it's impact and justify the unjustifiable
Rather than embracing the heart with balance and serenity
It wracks it's gut with spite
Damnable abomination
A conscious contagion onm humankind
See it quarantined and torched
Lest every man, woman, and child die
This was no upbringing. It only tore me down.
I was not taught. I was twisted.
This education is deprivation of the truth, halting my growth.
Governed in the wrong.
Schooled in churches of dissent.
A fear of everything instilled in me.
But bleeding through this involvement, I dub myself.
I unlearned what you have beat into me.
Governed in the wrong.
Schooled in churches of dissent.
A fear of every man instilled in me.
[I. THEY CONGREGATE TO MOURN]
No, we do not welcome the day,
Though we quietly pled for the end inside.
Neither time nor daybreak will suppress this nightmare.
This we take to our graves.
[II. THE PERSECUTION OF EVERY NEXT BREATH]
True living and breathing death.
Every breath is surely the last.
But another...
How many more will follow--
And another...
How many more can be endured...
Broken whispers; shy touches to passing flesh.
A twitch of life. A cold shudder.
Defy the instinct to recoil.
Yet another breath...
Ignore your pain
You are not your own,
You are the strength of life and love
To usher in the end.
Hearts besieged by lament and relentless trial are pumping cold blood.
Glacial and ceaseless desolation commands the stillness we have become.
Submit to fear.
Bow to sorrow.
Assent to death.
The cold lord governs by decree.
Yes, we welcome the day, precisely the hour,
We plead for the grave;
This, our bitter confession.
Conquered long before we begin to suffer the loss,
Death holds dominion over more than the dying.
Aching for the next reachable paradise.
Awaiting the last...
Dear lord, not another breath.
Cold Lord impacts the loss, bound with resulting relection, deep and depreciating.
Was I mindful...
Have I suffered...
Am I of warmth...
Worth affection...
Capable of love...
A vessel of hate and bitterness...
In this death so close, beset with travail,
I am aware of my every fault and failure.
[III. GO FORTH OF LIFE]
Now rest;
Leave your venom behind.
The bourgeoisie had better watch out for me. All throughout this so called nation, we don't want your filthy money, we don't need your innocent bloodshed. We just wanna end your world. Well my minds made up. Yes, it's time for you to pay, better watch out for me. I'm a member of the F.
