Anger Part 2

we turn away to brace the cold
unending chill
as the mind begs the soul for mercy now
the wounds so deep there is no healing
only scars
carved into flesh to the heart of it

the soul is carved
to the deepest chill
I've seen the light burn out
in their eyes

it lurks in the shadows of earth and sea
it runs in the darkness of all we see

and in the light there burns a darkness
forbidden zone
where beauty screams its truth
and bleeds for it

violence cries
its hopeless weapons
ravaged by lost hopes
I hear the blood pound high
in the ground

I don't believe in fakes and poseurs
and broken hearts
while torment rapes the souls of the beautiful

I'll stand here again
as the stars fall from the sky
and the heart of man shrinks
in the dark and chill

Creator

broken Lukan
just to turn on the past and force it back
force away why
"NO way back" I whisper

fuck all this rhetoric shit
raise up questioning astral babble
for false security
POWER
POWER returns from the turmoil
and runs in fear from its OWN reflexion

he really wears me out
he sits he spews his past
to whoever will listen to him
let torment twist his M-IN-D
he's got to wrench it ALL out
he's got to raise it ALL up
he's got to raze it ALL down
he sits he spews
we sit we listen

to push it back and back and force it

we sit we listen
he sits he spews it out
he sits he spews his M-IN-D
whatever contains it ALL
pushed down with the blackest magick around
pull it out

whisper name feel it
a fully necROMANCE game evoked
he calls it
thinking that ALL must reveal herSELF

FUCK ALL THIS

torn out rage
recreates ALL he sees in his M-IN-D
crawling in out and over sides ov what appears to be real
torment twists TIME
NO TIME to see reality
broken Lukan

Internal Combustion

now I burn much more fiercely ev'ry day
and I sense you can feel me fray
and there's all-ways some wound and there's all-ways something we should say
there's all-ways something there to stoke this fire ev'ry day

and ev'ry day in ev'ry way
can you feel me die
and would you ever go astray
and could you ever feed me the lie

do you know do you feel
what we think is far too real
with ev'ry thought and ev'ry wear
with ev'ry thing we swear we care for

NOW can you hear me scream
and can you feel me try
through all the poison and all the pain
I'm all-ways burning though

why tell these things when they're fears we all have known
where my life is now is not quite my own
and inside I writhe in flames so fiercely blown
and life spins its spirals so strangely grown

and my tears
are tearing fears inside me
and the smile that I smile
is not what I feel...

Kiaweigh

trespass ov memories
fellowship in the glow ov raped M-IN-Ds
BLOOD exploding; PAIN corroding
Wonder where it's leading to...

Kiaweigh
sad poison wept
key to lead away
into some private Hell

Kiaweigh you don't belong here
they'll kill you for yr childe-like trust
and I can't giv' you comfort
when I don't believe in it mySELF

Kiaweigh Wonder where it's leading to
windswept; winds wept
poison in the throat
they poison the Air we breathe

choked on Shadows ov distorted loyalty
spitting the BLOOD we lick from each other's wounds
BLOOD exploding: PAIN corroding
Wonder where it's leading to...

Addiction

I don't want to be the body for a soul that's strictly yours
I don't want to be your scapegoat inner-childe aspect lurking in a shadowed door
and I don't want to the bleeding
for a pain that's not mine

I don't want to be ignored for what I'll never manifest to you
I don't want to be your superego
see I have my own self now
I don't want to be your alter: I didn't live with you inside me all these years

(Chrus)
manifestations of you and I
yes I can give it a perfect fix but I already know
that you'll find some way to cast me out and so
by the blunted needles and the tracks along my elbows
you see it's too much to live for
and I cannot bear the onus

I don't want to be the cleaner of the glass house that you live within
I don't want to be your outer-self when I know that I created you
I don't want to be your rage
or the blade of the knife in your hand at midnight

I don't want to be the form behind your forceful dependence
I don't want to be your shadow
see this mind is very dark and I'm afraid of night
I don't want to exist as your nefarious blametaker
(chorus)

I don't want to be the succor for your hatred of the week
and I don't want to be responsible
for your wounded heart and its broken shrieks
I don't want to be the source behind the hate you've been inhaling

Idol of the Idle

do I freak you out
my thoughts are running backwards;
my soul's torn out
yet yr smile is so welcoming

I don't have to accept
everything you say
i do have to set you apart
y'see I just can't help it

and here i am
bleeding before the bullet hits its mark
slash me with a busted bottle
and it could open doors into the Hell that lurks within me
(if only I could haunt the
demons!)

but all I really need
is some Friendship
acool hand on my burning brow
and all I really need is epiphany....

will I wear you down
I'm relentlessly resentful
and strung right out
I'm imbued with the rage of revolutionaries

I'm like Penelope
I like to weave it in
and then rip it out
I'm devastated by your empathy

hypocrisy is the best lube for social intercourse
a smile to push the hatred deeper
and I have no concept of life
other than I am dying
(if only I could wound the healer!)

but all I really need
is some silence
and space to stand on solid ground
and all I really need is some deep strength

and all I really need is some holding
and ways to strengthen ties that bind
and all I really need
is some vengeance.....