beasts

 

…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

dial my number

 

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?

flags

 

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

bullet to the soul

 

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

the fool

 

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