53. For the World

Give away another memory moon
For the fools that lean into you
Vindicting the waste that life lays to rest.
They state that the exclusions are unto themself
But we both know that the way to go
Is into exile.

Fade away into another time and space
The way we run the race is high octane pace
The fields full of rice that we dispose of
Are the lands of the minors that shall reclaim
What is their own.
In the winter, life is so short.

Fail safe mechanism
Reclaim my own cynicism
For the world to behold.
The world claims another lover
Like an incestuous sister to brother.
It's so cold in my own private hell.

Dream the while away whilst holding
The realms of life, moulding the way
That we dreamed so long ago.
The path that we trod aeons ago
In the shallow snow
Is not our anymore.

Whilst the anchors of the void hold dear the fold
Of god given life in the hold of those they fear.
I love you not child for this is the aftermath
The feelings and reasons we proclaimed are those of Kafka.
To have loved and lost.
Explain the one true loss.

Fail safe mechanism
Reclaim my own cynicism
For the world to behold.
The world claims another lover
Like an incestuous sister to brother.
It's so cold in my own private hell.

Sleep well, child of mine
You express the end of the line.
To have and to hold
Is to be as one.
The calling of the animals outside.
To swallow our foolish pride
Is to.
Stare down the barrell of a gun.

52. Fool

Bury the ashes and feel the strain.
Your face yearns to smile again.
You call it all off for another day.
You just hope it'll all be the same.

The life you lead is so overwhelmed
By nicotine absortion and alcohol.
You yearn that the day will come
When the fear in your mind is overwhelmed by rohypnol.

I believe that there's a fool
You believe that you're not cool.
You dream an idler's dream and you behold;
The life you lead is yet to unfold.
Your but only twenty-six.
The life you lead is in the Styx.
You hope and pray for that someone.
But you feel it'll never come...

Live your life as some one else.
Change your name, you've never felt so damned alive
Dream alone in sympathy.
Is it not your own time to breathe?

You awake the next day.
Feeling good but losing faith; you tear yourself apart.
You let it all begin to slide,
You go back to work with a whole new lease on life.

I believe that there's a fool
You believe that I'm not cool.
I dream an idler's dream and yet you behold;
The life I lead is yet to unfold.
I'm but only twenty-six.
The life you lead is in the Styx.
You hope and pray for that someone.
But I feel it'll never come...

It's been two months off,
So insincere, in a state of shock.
Paraplegic reflection.

I hold dear what I've become
Half Buddhist progidy
Half full of shock.

It's amazing how the alcohol fuels.
The life of me with wreckless rules.
I pull myself apart.
I hope one day it'll never come.
This life I live.
I'd never wish on my own son.

Do you know how it began?
The death of my own mother,
My own mind; it fell so blank.
I wish so much that
It never went so out of hand.

But you know that there is no sun.
In the land that I now roam.
The dreams I had are so out of reach.
But I'm just me, now I won't preach.

I believe that there's a fool
You believe that I'm not cool.
I dream an idler's dream and yet you behold;
The life I lead is yet to unfold.
I'm but only twenty-six.
The life you lead is in the Styx.
You hope and pray for that someone.
But I feel it'll never come...

Now I'm in love with someone else.
I should start again,
My life's on the shelf.
I believe there's more to learn.
But my heart it truly yearns...
For sympathy....

And comfort is not overwhelming...
Day dream you daily swelling
Of your own internal organs...
Your liver's gone,
Gall stones showing...

51. Floatation Device

Dying
Alone in a bed
Surrounded by others.
You never even liked.
Dreadnought sounding.
Optimistic through
Vacant personas;
Laughing and crying
In equal measures.

Floatation device
Drags you away.
Falling through the floor
Your continued love is for show.

Alive
You sit there
surrounded by others.
We pandered to every whim.
Knowing the time was nigh.
we were all alone;
Laughing and crying
In silence.

Floatation device
Drags you away.
Falling through the floor
Your continued love is for show.

Come up
Go Down
Come Back
To This Town.

Either way vibrations still occur.
Mental fluxes are slowly fading.
I don't wish them to...
But maybe it's for the best....

50. Fate

Fate can only forgive our fate if rust.
To be and to see me is my fate of dust.
Only now can we see;
What we want to be.
1 million miles away;
Away from home......

To be the one ranger slowly melts
My own life of myself sits on the shelf.
In normality...
I can be who I want to be....
1 million miles away;
Away from home......

Away from home,
Is where I want to roam,
And so sings I.....
I don't wanna be subjigated.
I don't wanna be repricated.
All I wanna be is to be Illuminated.

I don't wanna be fulla rust.

49. Faster

I'm fulla drugs and men
The homphobes
Pressure dome
The enclosed
Step into the pressure dome

For the sake of being sick and tired
Makes the blood run faster
And the infuriation of being prescribed
Makes the money stretch shorter.

Fir the sake of being
In the middle
Makes you giving
More and an inclination
The state of things to come
Makes your blood run faster.
The pressure of modern living makes
Us inclined to being given the shakes.

Duh duh, duh duh,
La la la la la la la
La la
La la la la la oooooooh.

The strength of living on the modern wage
Strikes syncronyms with the fascist age
You don't come from here and I beghast you

So you wonder why you live in view
When the chippy is all that you can do
For the life that is obscured.

For the sake of being sick and tired
Makes the blood run faster
And the infuriation of being prescribed
Makes the money stretch shorter.

Even if the life calls you
You stand and hold
What you can claim

The world around you is devoid
Of desperation
And the life you live is null
A halk time result....

For the sake of being sick and tired
Makes the blood run faster
And the infuriation of being prescribed
Makes the money stretch shorter.

Duh duh, duh duh,
La la la la la la la
La la
La la la la la oooooooh.

48. Fans

Whoa
This ain't no
Cursucant
No Lulliby
For an Alibi
I'll squeeze my soul
For the sake of getting high.
I'll leave you high and dry
For the end my dear is so nigh.

And I'll
Hold my
Teddy Bear
The age concern
Is getting so old
And they are getting
So fuckin' dry.
So help the aged
And feel degredated.

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
They shoul...l....l...l...d.
Be holding the cock
Of those they love

For the elderly Star Wars
Fans are holding their dicks.
For their AT-AT quick fix.
The 70 year itch
For George Lucas
In Modern-hate Stix.

Fuck the trilogy
Fuck the escapology
Fuck the mind blowing
Labotomy
The world shall descent
And bring to the story
A God almighty end.
The Lucas's soul
Has been sold
For a pot of
Leprechaun's Gold.

The Mind they kept
So hell bent
On telling a story
That no one wants.
The mind is kept
Way up
Motherfucking High
In a Jar.

Afar.
Devoid
Insurance,
Me loid....

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
They shoul...l....l...l...d.
Be holding the cock
Of those they love

For the elderly Star Wars
Fans are holding their dicks.
For their AT-AT quick fix.
The 70 year itch
For George Lucas
In Modern-hate Stix.

The words I speak are so fuckin' ill
Chris Carter can never hold still.
He bled his love
For the Powered Dollar
He turned suit from
White Collar.
Sex appeal of Anderson.
Man appeal of the man Unknown.

Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
They shoul...l....l...l...d.
Be holding the cock
Of those they love

For the X files fan
That holds his cock.
Carter should be in the dock...

And Star Trek holds
No fuckin' bounds.
The writers are a pack of hounds.
They rewrite history
Soon you will see
The cock of poor
Old Sco-o-tty.
In a porno with Captain Kirk,
And as usual,
Fans will shout
"What on Earth?"

The writers of all have ran dry
The fans of all are bound to Cry.
Woopie,
Billy.
Bloke From Heroes.
Cock has become
The nether region "0".
Rape my mind,
Kill the vine.
That created you.

And don't get me started on Quantum Leap...

47. Fall

Another piece of me has died today
I asked myself to simply go away.
When I thought about life I realised
That I was mesmerised
By all that that life can be summised as
Was simply "Fuck it all"

The day has come that the shit's so thick
I can stir it with a stick
And yet nothing shall ever occur of any use.
I felt lost in confusion
As I've been abusive to myself
And it'll never end.

Fall....
Into that void
Never to be mistaken again
I was never meant to be alive.

Fall....
Into slumber
I've finally
Lost that inner hunger.

I smoke, sleep and drink, drink, drink
But never stop to think
Of what I'm putting people through
Yet I understand at just one glance
That I needed you.
I needed someone who could lead me through.

Time so easily comes and goes
Yet they'll never know
What you've been through
You lay awake at night hoping for someone to help you through.
The level is there
But your shit scared
Of all that you thought was true
You smile and advise while down inside
You've lost what sense of pride you had.

Fate has played to you
A fucked up hand that will always lose.

Fall....
Into that void
Never to be mistaken again
I was never meant to be alive.

Fall....
Into slumber
I've finally
Lost that inner hunger.