Clay men Spin little tales Creating Gods Where wisdom has failed Let's create a new world right? New God Educate him to breed hate Throw the noose on Welcome to the new earth tonight.
Drenched in sweat Working hard to break history Tiny tiles of forgotten misery Statues crumble from hurt words He said she said Peace never had a place here We have no reason sleep well Not with collective malice creeping through these halls Through these streets Through these pandering songs
Heavy headed From the crowning A womb of inferiority complexes Come from the burning stables Unable to rationalize murder But throw stones at glass houses And not aim any further. Brandishing iron, silver and polymer Straight shot politics tonight Embarrassed by the intellectual Conversations going awry Come rattle up more cattle Not like anyone would bother to impose a system unless it benefits their pockets Stories or a little mayhem
Born and raised on television Grew his Heroic heritage battling school bus bandits Like Mr. Hold My Bag and Carrot sticks Heart heavier than an anvil Crushing the coyote trampling across sandhills Road runner cartoon bug-eyed wonderment When blue-dyed hair beauty comes a sauntering Here comes the racing thoughts "Boy growing up is astonishing".
The beautiful tidal wave of testosterone and estrogen Sweep through the markets the second the doors open Shuffling here and there in a rude 6-foot entourage Masks hide their ugly faces scaring children along the way Death is upon them, they're acting like its on sale today Strength in numbers is a fallacy now
It baffles me how easily they fall for the herd running Everything is so loud, The speakers become the virus, spewing lies and fear in each program the voices in my head are like a choir from hell Now everything is just a...
I believe now. God Was vengeful in his youth And oh how Naive, he was to find a villain in his own flock For man was the greatest knife He ever saw Sticking right square in his back. All along.
Carried away by the chants Fashion show men Big hats Small minds. Breeding sickness As if Satan possessed his clergy And took church in a new direction Each time. Bigger theatrics, wider audience Burning hatred for the different.
I don't like apologies It reminds me of all the lies you've said to me I can smile at a disaster scene But cower when I hear someone say they love me I swallow every poison given to me so gleefully But I'm one concerned talk away from breaking down easily Love is a weapon that leads us to a coffin Practice makes perfect But I've failed all too often
Born to desperate parents Amateur magicians when I hit three The way they disappeared Completely amazed me I grew up with aggressive patterns Manic depressive impressionist All the colors blend so naturally Black and blue from schoolyard fists I became what others try to resist
Arrogant and belligerent Wishing any talent I had was considered Artistic or gifted, Tested out of school Just to end up taking tests at the hospital It's all so comical The way my life and everything shifted
Dear, why are you so gloom these days? Have you not treated yourself kindly in this terrible phase?
Well, on the outside I feel fine But lying comes easy. A swansong of pretty words always made me feel like it's a teasing, How can someone say goodbye with such a long life on the line? Dear, destiny will my words inspire the fire needed for someone else to feel alive? Will they influence the damage ones and help pick up the pieces, glue them back and create a modern masterpiece? Please
A fabled round table with a group of razor sharp wits circling it like a herd of Scandinavian berserkers drunk on mead, Beating sense into anyone challenging their murder tally Foaming at the mouth from enough drugs to ground Angel out of their higher than thou mentality, Belligerent landlords killing off all their tenants, Controlling population with debt and fear until someone rises up with enough animals and armies to storm the gates and stare peer to peer