Your Mind Is A Weapon

 

the power dynamic

 

change will come    through the mouth of a gun     the truth is a bullet       the mind is a gun       and a gun is power       as money is power     and beauty is power      we like power     we can’t get enough        all relationships are based on power      and resistance to power       coz power ennobles       while the fear of losing power corrupts       it’s that terrible dynamic     that measures out the conflict      that constitutes our lives

inertia

 

paint a picture of this    emotionally squalid     got the fear on now     something chronic     but I have music inside me      so I’m not that far gone      not a damp eye in the house     must be the season of cynics    I’m too tired to make adjustments this late in the deal

lately, I’m riddled with doubt     and what if it’s bad?     but what if it’s good?   but what if it’s bad?     and what if they laugh?     so what if they do?    it’s the bloody psychogenesis     of crippling inertia      my head is black with trouble      and I’m weary of the conflict

sober

 

I quit for the sake of my sanity       but I soon found out      you have to quit every day        maybe I’ll quit quitting    no, don’t temp me      don’t get me started      once I get started      I don’t know how to stop       I’m not a temperate man       I’m a greedy bastard      who cannot get enough

It’s not easy staying sober      but it’s so much harder staying drunk       staying drunk takes dedication        an appetite for destruction     the will  to live as a fucking pariah,  a leper and a bum       no, I no longer have the strength       to deal with so much fun

chimp

 

he don't know who he is

coz he’s had a hit

that's knocked

him fucking senseless

so he does his business

with a brownian motion

he’s erratic and addled

dazed and confused

he ain’t got no magic

stashed in his locker

but he feels like a hero

in his own dime novel

and not just another

chimp in the zoo

whispers

 

I felt I owed you some words      but what’s the point?     they wouldn’t ring true     they’d make me like you      I’m too lazy now       to speak the truth      they say there’s beauty in truth       even when it hurts      I’m not so sure       the truth can be ugly      it can cut like a knife  

does the lie you believe become the truth?     people tell lies to look more attractive    but mostly they just get uglier     I heard what you said      that I wasn’t worth knowing     but it was said from a distance      so I might have been dreaming

the cloak of madness

 

a world without madness     would be a mediocrity    but when I realised what a sick, awful joke the world is    I went stark raving mad   and madness begets madness   so soon I was lost    insanity is no escape from reality        it’s an overdose of reality       isolation, loneliness, desperation and rage       all of these are real        the whole world is mad       and in a world of madness       perhaps only the crazy are truly sane      

I have worn the cloak of madness         madness that wore me down      it took over my mind     and co-opted every action        my messianic highs, my diabolical lows     were as inclement as the weather        they guided my tongue  and my actions       they damned me as they exalted me    but I glimpsed eternity         and thrilled to uncover my great secret       we are all as gods       we are all of us insane       only some of us know it      only some bear the pain

Logia

 

I want to live the life of my dreams        use my power in the service of my vision       let me tell you about my favourite hallucination…    it didn’t look like him      but I knew who he was from his smile       he was young        he will always be young        he brought a message from my sponsor      I’d been tuning into the wrong channel       I’d better find a new gimmick       abandon my poverty     store up some treasure in heaven    I needed a change of scene    I needed to change a lot of things        the cosmos seems indifferent and cold     so how about a little peace, love and understanding?      if it’s too hard to get your head around      you can always consult the manual…

frenzied

I could torch this world of contradictions     everything is turned on its head        good is evil     and evil is good      and no-one really cares      I get the rage       it’s more than simple savagery       it runs rational and lethal         it’s integral to my energy

I embrace my anger as something splendid     something glorious       a denial of restraint       but never of reason       I’m talking something pure       free of horror or pity       action beyond mere frenzy       the ripened grapes of wrath

I’m a singular entity    I keep my own counsel     the panicked herd does not sway me      I damn them all to perdition        I’m ruthless and perfected        in my wayward geometry       I’ll see them burn      in the hell they made for me

Shameful

 

so I’m the bad guy?     how did that happen?    I thought I was spreading love      but I was sewing discord       I was a devil        but ain’t we all devils?     and Isn’t this our hell?        man, it’s so easy  to be wicked     people will help you     everybody does it     I was no different        maybe I was worse       but according to the common gospel       I’ve been forgiven      coz the sins of the flesh are unimportant          only sins of the soul  are shameful