The Promise Land (9, October 2012)

The song of panic,
Is louder then bombs. 
My name is no one—
Made of poison and blood. 
Left for dead,
But still alive;
I'm losing the rest of my mind.
Violence is an energy,
For damage controle.
Waisting my time,
With sacrifacial suicides. 
Giving heart and soul;
Devouring my soul;
Take the pain away.
A beating heart,
That bleeds and falls apart. 
Dying for love and razor blades,
I feel so useless… 
Dying in missery;
In the blood I fell.
A spasm of love and hate—
I drank the hand that feeds. 
Suffocating feelings,
From slogans and corruptions. 
The song of panic,
Is louder then bombs.