torquemada

I confess my faith in idiot reason     because I’ve never known the truth     no-one ever knows for sure    questions circle like vultures      I’m not afraid of questions      but some questions can’t be answered       and some answers can’t be questioned     is love always the answer?       or is love sometimes the question?       I suppose it makes no difference to me          because I keep my own counsel      

I’m not running away      I just changed my face to fit the frame        you could say I’m in disguise      I don’t forget the things I’ve done        man, I nearly choked on them       but I got over it       and now I’m riding the gravy train         but I had to give it up     you know what I mean?     I had to give it up        pack it in and snuff it out      no embers left to fan       but there are questions       there are always questions…

peace

 

I believe peace will be my final evolutionary adaption       I have no secret ambitions      I left no stone unturned      but I still feel like a chump     it’s a question of personal power     demons assault my imagination      ghosts with billy clubs and poisoned blades    I ought to defend myself     but where do I begin?      you cannot slay a memory       you can’t murder a dream    no, violence won’t see me through      I’m just howling at the moon      the only distraction left to me    they say there’s no peace for the wicked       I’m hoping that’s not true