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

Past Links Break

These strenuous days

Made my mind regress

And no one is to say

That my life is but a mess

Infected by a neuro-curse

Harping in effort for a memory

Stow me in a hearse

In only days I will be last seen

Past links break

My forgotten namesakes

How long will it take

For past links to break?

Repeat me your name

I am but still capable of love

No deliberation for shame

Memories fly away as a dove

Known life is unforming

Life's memories lost in a fade

This curse's cold not warming

Like the cold sea which I am made

Past links break

My forgotten namesakes

How long will it take

For past links to break?

The dear

The loved

The heard

The touched

Still here

Still loved

Still near

Still numb

Past links break

How long will it take?

My forgotten namesakes

Leave me jaded

For Here Or After

Answers are blurry

Filled in a hurry

Structure I need

How shall I plead?

Nature my teacher

Seeking a gleaner

Brandish an answer

For here or after

Lost in the life

Frosted in light

Comfort by dreams

Close in the seams

Nature my teacher

Seeking a gleaner

Brandish an answer

For here or after

All is not gone

Lies I have wrung

Peace in a means

See all unseen

Nature my teacher

Seeking a gleaner

Brandish an answer

For here or after

The Battle Between Two

I drew forth the monster and now it begs to live
A monstrous creation indeed now a piece of me
Sustenance in blood is sustained through a kill
Preying on the innocent by refusal of remorse

It lurks inside me
The monster I be
Lies deep within
Aroused by sin
Actions unjust
Bane of blood lust
Lacking gratitude
Baleful attitude

Striking by night
One with evil
Strive on fright
Kill the people

I drew away the monster and now it means to die
In the meantime it is me whom they seek for the crimes
Grave unforgivable mistakes burdened by guilt
Disheartened by the vile persona released nightly

It lurks inside me
The monster I be
Lies deep within
Aroused by sin
Actions unjust
Bane of blood lust
Lacking gratitude
Baleful attitude

Striking by night
One with evil
Strive on fright
Kill the people

A bloody battle rages on inside
The spells fixed only by cyanide
In my fucked mind this villain resides
One's fate is not for me to decide
Decide

Wrongful Convictions

You're hard to break
In your metal cage
But if only you could
See your tasteful end

Feelings are mere conjectures in this case
Seen as the scum of this crumbling earth
Nothing seems left to blame you for
Now we must see what's left in store

Wrongful convictions; harmful decisions
Innocents are led to die
Innocent of the crime, demise met in due time
Innocents are led to die

The copper's raping hands scrape across the land
Pillaging my children and my fellow man
The PD fuck it I'll hit 'em BT
Too blind to see they're led by greed
I ain't no Pat Bateman or scapegoat journeyman
I don't give a shit if you land my ass in the can
Fucking survival of the fittest motherfucker
You or me; who's gonna die motherfucker?
Fuckin' viking wannabe with that flashin' badge
Yo' piece poppin' through that muzzle flash
Get off my turf or it's you 'n' me gonna lose our ass
Put down yo piece man 2 man without no brass

Wrongful convictions; harmful decisions
Innocents are led to die
Innocent of the crime, demise met in due time
Innocents are led to die

You're hard to break
In your metal cage
But if only you could
See your tasteful end

Innocent!

(Yes, I did attempt to write rap lyrics in that large chunk, but bear with me :P)