collective
insanity that’s my diagnosis the whole world is crazy always has been the central delusion the illusion of difference tells us we’re better than everyone
else coz we at least are
innocent we at least are loved there’s no one else quite like us we’re so fucking special we
have the ear of god
I think about
her still and I grieve she was never truly mine but even lies are sacred to lovers me,
I'd never exiled anyone before they usually
perished in accidents of trust coz I
don’t believe in much but I still believe
in love everything happens for a
reason the truth will bear that
out I can’t see that she’s to blame though I played it like a chump
they say god has no religion
so, he does not pray
you see, faith is a killer
take that away and…
hell no, that’s not for me
I have a light burning inside
chalk it up to ignorance
or perhaps self-deception
but I’m not alone
while my candle is lit
going down it’s hard as hell
coming up …it’s
sudden vertigo
and you?
do you still have empathy?
lord, save our souls
we’re going down
into the ground
protect us from doubt
leave us numb
no room to maneuver
no food for thought
sleep will
not touch me now neither will I dream it’s not my conscience again it’s not what it might seem they say there are no bad men only bad situations and I’ve lived through situations maybe I brought them on myself tell me, what difference does it make? we suffer just the same from things we haven’t done everybody’s innocent according to their tales we are all just victims of circumstance wrestling ghostly shadows naked
and alone
they locked
me up for speaking my mind because truth is violence in their insane world I was drunk on freedom and the license it gave me but to think too deeply is to dig your own grave I was drunk on freedom but
I overreached now I’m the odd man
out in a party of strangers queer bedfellows both orphans and strays in this menagerie of singular outsiders I
found a voice to unlock their
secrets yes, I found a voice but it was not my own
same old same old here I am, back in the dock again I guess it’s too late now to plead insanity so what’s my excuse? I’m picking at old wounds might even tear me a few new ones but I can’t help myself some memories have sharp edges and weigh heavy on the heart there’s pain at the core of everything sometimes I can’t see it but it’s always there like
worms gnawing on my bones or lice crawling through my hair
…and I shall
fear no evil even in the fury of
the storm for I have a place yes, I have a place a place I call home nestled in my shoulder in a world of secrets where you could not touch me though you were a beast you could not touch me yes, you were the beast and I was alone
some random
woman a creature with no name called me a narcissist a narcissist? I should be so lucky what with my conscience not to feel for others but lord it up in some fantastic
story free of guilt free of shame yes, I should be so lucky to be so deluded to walk amongst the beasts to think and feel like they do to behave just like a killer to carry on like you
I got a
telephone in my bosom so I can call
you from my heart let me tell you
about my freedom coz it matters
that much to me and why don’t you take
a look at yourself? take a good look at yourself is
this the way you wanted it to be? if
I called collect would you answer me then? or if you chose to dial my number? could it matter much to me?
if this life
had any meaning we’d be the last to
know we’re spoon-fed on slurry
culture waving banners and burning crosses them outside they’re not like us we got the understanding them outside ain’t got no culture coz without
a flag a man is nothing without a
flag he has no home
we are creatures
of light and shade but most of us are
dead inside victims of spiritual
suicide the abyss of our pain swallows all ambition and our darkest monuments cast heavy shadows across our empty lives I’m having a human experience here typical to my generation I took a bullet to the soul I’m bleeding out again but I no longer seem to care
I’m tired of
thinking no-one can think and fight
at the same time and I’m in a fight
here the fight of my life insanity and happiness are an unlikely
cocktail and they have labeled me
mad because I feel too much because I’m sad but my sanity is open to debate perhaps madness is a natural reaction to the real maybe
I am crazy maybe madness is a
failing but I ask you who can be sane in a world gone mad?
you have to be crazy to play by the rules to believe in a game that is rigged to make you the fool
this is not my first lynch mob I’ve been tarred and feathered before victim of that parochial mediocrity that says you are different so you must be bad and if you are bad then we must be good well I don’t pretend to be good no-one would believe me anyway I don’t look good and I don’t feel good and I never trust a man who says he is good most men are only as good as they have to be
I will
always speak my truth
but not only in words coz words are not enough not my words my words deceive I'd promise the truth, but what would it mean? I promise never to make promises promises take hostages I'll act in accordance with my spirit and live as I damn well choose coz you
cannot bury your truth it will always resurface like Lazarus in an
ocean of deceptions
your truth will never drown your truth shall always find you your truth will be your judge and if it finds you wanting your truth shall be your noose
