Might Makes Right

The putrid right
Consumes your entity
Your birth; their right
To make you an enemy
Your humanist sight
Deprived by devious means
Because might makes right
Might makes everything

Harvester of souls
Brings your will down on its toes
It lightens up the sovereign
Because might makes everything

You're made from scratch
Your love is resolute
You are no match
Feel your soul dilute
No healing patch
Can't stop this, you can't refute
Because might makes right
Might makes everything

Harvester of souls
Brings your will down on its toes
It lightens up the sovereign
Because might makes everything

On your way soldier
Carve our name into the earth
Destroy your heart and mind
The truth now hard to find
A venom we mean to spread
To blight the world with dread
Because might makes right
Might makes everything

Harvester of souls
Brings your will down on its toes
It lightens up the sovereign
Because might makes everything
(repeat)

Might makes right
Might makes everything!

Lost Bodies

A preceding faint in error

Has conceived of a virus

Lost bodies in fierce fervor

No longer bare esteem for us

A viral strain of no restraint

Lost bodies' reasoning astray

Deliver them restraining mark

For proceedings seeming stark

Insane strain

Insane strain

Missing string

Missing string

Need restraint for the lost bodies

Need restraint for the lost bodies

Deranged brains stifle amends

Grandiose delusions of grandeur

Panic hijacks capacities' ends

Best routes taken so allure

A viral strain of no restraint

Lost bodies' reasoning astray

Deliver them restraining mark

For proceedings seeming stark

Insane strain

Insane strain

Missing string

Missing string

Need restraint for the lost bodies

Need restraint for the lost bodies

Senses strained missing shame

Hampers one mindset so tame

Lost bodies lost and meek

Mending meaning so they seek

Insane strain

Insane strain

Need restraint for the lost bodies

Need restraint for the lost bodies

Lost bodies

Insane strain

Proceedings...

Stark

World On End

The digit blooms open for a new day

A searing light it shines foils the gloom

This beauty is easily blown away

For the eyes it'll fleetly all maroon

'Tis a circuit that seems oft a play

Continuously on the dark side of the moon

Be afraid

For a world on edge

See the day

Fall over the end

Pale veneer are cover for the vale

Embraced by the faint cries of a loon

A sparkling blue hue shines of a tale

Its chapters for the living things are a boon

Great star sets round as day stops sale

Continuously on the dark side of the moon

Be afraid

For a world on edge

See the day

Fall over the end

Great star sets round, blue moon lays shroud

Adam's ale allows growth of a cloud

Dawn entails star's rise oh so soon

Continuously on the dark side of the moon

Be afraid

For a world on edge

See the day

Fall over the end

Clear & shade

Perpetuates again

The Seeds We've Sown

This scene is teeming

With life; but am I dreaming?

Looks are deceiving

My eyes; are they seeing?

Seeds of life beaming

But life; is it all it seems?

As all dust settles

I form from hand my kettle

So now life is settled

A balance with which I've meddled

A grand supply was nettled

Now trapped in life with so little

The seeds we've sown

What was once our own

Under a pale gray sky

Where no birds fly

Dejection

Hope is ejected

Depression

End is elected

Trade rains shatter banes

All is rectified for memory lane

Sultry air eases my pain

From whence happiness waned

A new hope has since came

Which I have once taken in vain

The seeds we've sown

What is now our own

Under a bright blue sky

Where many birds fly

Optimism

Hope is erected

Ambition

The new is elected

The cycle remains

Only to be taken in vain

The cycle remains

Only to continue the pain

Decaying Matriarch

Decadent you're not, you're a way of our rot

Sacrificed many ones' blood, face down in mud

Hark for a true purpose, steers clear of the surface

Rectify your name, it's shame & we will not play your game

Decaying Matriarch

People you won't starch

Toadies who won't march

Decaying Matriarch

Enlightened by light of Mars

Repair inflicted scars

Perjurer that you are, lifelines you can't mar

Symptom of a strain, infected abhorrent brain

Animals as we be, yet we cannot even see

There's no saving grace, but we won't line up for your race

Decaying Matriarch

People you won't starch

Toadies who won't march

Decaying Matriarch

Enlightened by light of Mars

Repair inflicted scars

Terrene obscenity

Involving rape & stealing

Aborting egg of meaning

No hip would pray proceeding

Amount of pain you're dealing

Suffering me

Decaying Matriarch

People you won't starch

Toadies who won't march

Decaying Matriarch

Enlightened by light of Mars

Repair inflicted scars

(repeat)

Fringe Screamers

The new gospel to me seems to be doom & gloom masquerading as a theory. These lying fringe screamers cry as if they care about you living free. Loudness speaks volumes technically, while actions work better ideally. Fringe screamers won't suggest anything but only care for you to believe, while the families of the deceived warriors are silently bereaved. Can't you see the lies don't ring true in the end? Of all the polemics of which we can all bend? Send yourself sprawling for an answer or warning, life's full of mysteries but you don't have to allow yourself to see anything. Fringe screamers won't suggest anything but only care for you to believe, while the families of the deceived warriors are silently bereaved. I shrugged away this new gospel like any other religion, knowing that faith is not desired as my own position.

Herd Of Goats

A nation of blinking eyes onward

Year of '59 and a forward lurch

The Orders & war cries of soldiers

Stifle crying eyes squelched by a war march

Herd of goats are now drifting martyrs

These same souls face a life made harder

Agent orange curses these same martyrs

Malnourished sods tasked by training in Lardner

Useful trash as this nation regarded

Feasts on the trash of the seeming grateful slaves

These brave men & women now discarded

Seek for redemption or an early grave

Herd of goats are now drifting martyrs

These same souls face a life made harder

Agent orange curses these same martyrs

Malnourished sods tasked by training in Lardner

Recycled souls seem adrift & forgotten

Pundits sow seeds of conceit despite unserved

Longing for the day that it's all forgotten

Scars of the early days and a death deserved

Herd of goats are now drifting martyrs

These same souls face a life much harder

Agent orange curses these same martyrs

Malnourished sods tasked by training in Lardner

Discarded as useful trash

By a nation that's so rash

Crass is the view's game

All in Freedom's name