Silent words, loud like explosive
Ive heard, im being herded into a minefeild
Now i know it takes time to feel healed
Now i know it takes pain to love
Every time
Rewind to find a reason w hy
Somethings have to die

All civility lost, accosted to death
Single abilities gained
Inside humility again
Detach from humanity
Envy the sanity of simpler times

Check This

Id stand down but im on the edge 
And its a long way down
No time for Frowns 
Crown of the thorns 
Lead me to my grave
Save me from my fate


Where will the dawn rise when neither side said come hither with her warmth?
When the gravity of the situation escapes revelation?
Where is the apocalypse where are my daemons to show the truth?
Life like death, dead like life, come my denizens become citizens of this warp.
The darkness is our friend it covers the pain of day the dismay of light rays. 
The Black Sun. The Dead Sky. No Reason Why.

17,23

The walls call your brain to numb again
Only the deaf dumb and blind find

Time to ignore the truth
Here in the cell
Eternity in private sector hell

Lost for ever, inside
Outside they are shunned
Shot at and gunned down
The reaping, police come around

And round up em' all
No prejudice other than monetary
Demanding debt and servitude

The alternative is exile or imprisonment
Here lies their intent
Exterminate and reinvent

Down with existentialism
All hail materialism
Money over all
No exception to the infections
Everyone must obey
Destroy individuality

This all sounds very cyclical

 i could stand it on a bicycle 

but my feet are killing me 

instilling me with regret

 filling me with doubt 

about what life's really about. 

the vultures are circling the culture

and its giving in 

living in sin and drowning in gin

 with the outsiders frowning looking in...

Theresa time to grow old and a time to grow cold.

This time fits neither mold

This couldnt have been bought

Despite you fascination with currency 

The trite dedication to tyranny 

Fall in line in time to get your dime

Fine by me

My time is here 

My Time is NOW

Fear for me dear 

Tear for me dear

To late to hear from me 

To late to be near to me 

But what is time to be so late.

What is love without some hate?

Where is eden when the seventh trumpet is rung?

Where will we be 

When the Patron saint of the LOST and the DAMNED

has sung her song to every last man? 

Will this span of time prove lucrative 

or is it the incentive to lie down 

without a sound

calm before the storm

worn and torn 

dying 

Week Absents

Ive been in Jail,
 like harvard or yale its a confining institution
defining it takes alot of whit but, i cannot quit
the thirst is great, makes me hate the world,
even the power is sour, bittersweet, smells of rot

Quote from a friend

"talking to Americans about government is like talking to a child about Santa clause" - Colin