the sand clock stood no ground against the moon tide
a couch made of stone would have prevailed
the soul pull is remorseless, look at the carnage ahead
in a land where those willing do not fight for themselves
laboring away, slaves of a currency that poisons the land
they die but not to be confused with a sacrifice worth of prose
humanity greatest achievement is mercy, compassion and love
feeble suffocating weighted decisions that poison indisposed character
the divine dice at birth came short and so bastards must act evil
I cannot believe it: I bite my tongue in anger and bleed
fathers past, some have it tough indeed, to throw the towel? be dammed
probable cause, just in the eye of faith behold and truth be told
I grow impatient of stomping the ground, powerless to connect
the blessed water cannot contain the taint of self-doubt
the poisonous chant is corrupted, the tune stuck on repeat
no guilty man ever confessed to a crime saved the objection being he is sick
egotistic and vain, toxic in both pulse and décor towards life (including his own)
why must gore and horror entice the mind, some fear the depths whilst others obsess
a rather bad romance, an enticing masquerade telling tall tales of wants and sacrifice (PS: everyone dies in the end for dramatic effect)
a lessons learnt in the hallways of visions, flashes and bloodbaths of what had to be (hostile hospitality)
must we do as we are shown? to decay in disarray as the gods watch over us in masturbatory curiosity
to ever rebel child a whip to which the vessel of pain can transmutation doubt into bought respect
to conceal sentiment trapped in a grin that cages the understanding that the scar is a viper,
it's sting an ache that vodka cannot quell, no reversal to downplay my misguided direction
to take blood binds for granted in a fabricated bed story, such a shame to contemplate your tombstone
we both now share bed sores in the undertow as the ocean past pursues forward without purpose
"Where to now?
What happened to my fucking purpose?
I am just a stone sinking
Broken and numb
Where to now?
The way you made me, made me worthless
Truth is in the end we all end up alone"
