blackout

 I got my shit together       just in case      my shit is required        but why should it be?      coz the hour grows late        and I grow tired      I’m a surplus being      no strings attached       all I recall      is the rudimentary      no cause for concern     we suspected this much        all along       it starts with a whimper          ends with a bang        you go on ahead         I’ll set my alarm         and wait for the blackout        and my moment of calm

zombies

 all the zombies come out at night       to shine like dismal stars      the spectacle of youth      with venom in its veins     there are children turning on tonight       who won’t see the light of day     they weigh their gear against their souls     to touch the face of god      in some minor cut rate heaven      reserved for whelps and strays       

the liquor of the poppy      as pure as mothers milk   is an instant panacea      for whatever spirits plague you     but it’s the death of inspiration       and the herald of despair     tonight the dead are dancing       to their funeral songs     it’s invitation only       a secretive affair     no-one sees their bacchanal     and no-one really cares

if I was a believer

the believers claimed the future       the forecast was dismal        expect heavy rain     and sleep deprivation        with long hours of darkness       to chasten your soul     my anonymous nights      no longer warrant names       they barely leave a ripple        on the surface of my mind      people are talking about armageddon       if that’s what rocks your boat      it’s no concern of mine      I’m not chained to that logic    or the prophesy behind   

if I was a believer      I’d pray along beside you     I’d drop you in the jordan      to wash away your sins     and open up your eyes     if I was a believer       I’d tell you not to worry      I’d tell you love is eternal       and no one who has seen the light         ever really dies     but I’m no believer      so don’t hold that against me       I only hit up god       when I’m feeling troubled         and everyone feels troubled sometimes

 

 

 

 

all that lingers on

 under branch and bough       buried in dead leaves     the corpse of summer rotting      beneath the mystery       the earth cries out your name     but you cannot hear     because you have long since gone       the waning sun casts no warmth        your winter coat is covered in frost        but you yourself moved on     beyond the sea of troubles          and all that lingers on       are the memories       and the songs

forever in eternity

 we were both so young       sleek   polished   urchins       who laughed and ran     carefree     and we were high     so high    higher than we ought to be       but we didn’t know  the way     not then      not now       not ever     

there were choking signs      flushed        and filled with vomit     you were drained of life       and the treasures         you were promised       I could do a number now     but that would be dishonest

a mother’s tears don’t dry       and they will not wash us clean      there is no end to pain       or the filth that we were born to      it makes no sense to say    that  I still feel the shame today    forever     in eternity

greed kills

 it’s a dog eat dog world      and that’s a fact     the big fish      eat the small fish    it simply works like that       the cost of living      is often dying      the price of freedom is slavery      in the new babylon      everyone you meet     is trying to screw you over     but they have little choice      they have to take their shot     coz those billionaire messiahs      stir a bloody pot

 

tomorrow

 we’ve all been up       we’ve all been down       this old life      is a merry go round        just try to remember     that it’s only a ride      it’s never too late to get high      so do a carpe diem      get up and dry your eyes      today will fade away      but tomorrow never dies    

tyrant

 there’s a tyrant in my heart        knee deep in atrocity        there’s a tyrant in 

my heart        bleeding out hysterically        the poison he spews forth       is 

petty   mean and selfish        he’s tearing me apart      but I’m under his 

bloody thumb

there’s a tyrant in my heart        who lashes out in anger      there’s a tyrant in my heart       who wields a vicious tongue     the abuse he dishes out       fills me with remorse        I could die of shame       when I think of what he’s done

there’s a tyrant in my heart      who severs my connections        there’s a tyrant in my heart        that wants me all alone       he whimpers in the dark      and rails against the light     yes   a tyrant rules my heart        and I’m not the only one

subterranean

 I’m in deep    too deep     subterranean        tunnelling in the dark       sifting shit for a living      if you can call it living      I’m inclined to think I’m beyond that       I was pronounced dead by the committee         and the committee ought to know    this could be my hell      or some other phony religious device      I’ve got to get out of this hole     before it becomes my nest     I’m loaded with dynamite         I just don’t have no matches       but one day I’ll explode      catalysed by friction        and I’ll see you all  again    in the kingdom yet to come

 

 

sucker

 I fell for the psycho-sexual intrigue      again        it was fucked up       but she said I was her man      who was I to disagree?       did you ever get the déjà vu?      the feeling that you met before?      I’m a sucker for that shit       I guess we’re all the same      my alarm bells were ringing    but I didn’t listen     I tried to tell myself       I was only in it for the ride       I’d take it as it comes        coz I’m that kind of guy      but I’m a sucker just the same         that cannot be denied

darker

 slowly turn the tides      to ebb and flow in darkness       what’s the spread today?      am I gonna make it?     coz I feel low      like I’m definitely sinking     there’s a pattern to my days      they grow darker     in procession      I’ve been blunted      and the sun barely reaches        into the hole I’m digging       it could be darker      that’s the way it’s heading       my progress is relentless       the darkness unforgiving

whispers

 we made a compact    right from the very start    we’d be secret lovers    with no strings attached       we were just two thieves      playing with stolen time      and what we shared together     remains buried in our hearts      but I sometimes speak your name       when there’s no one else around      I whisper that I love you       but hardly make a sound