Panopticon piosenki

We search so hard in vain When the answers hold our hands. They fill our bellies. They drench the sand. They pour from the sky. Their thunders roar. We still search for answers. We must search no more! Disregard dogma. We've no need to kneel again unless to f...

The ability to speak brings value to a life. The ability to beg,plead ,rationalize. Jaws that embrace the horror of this silent holocaust. Desecrate the earth with consumption and loss. Disrupted natural order. Ecological blasphemy. An insult to our integrity,...

The institution of your faith is not worth dying for, not worth living for, worth crying for. You want us on our knees not only to pray, but to be enslaved. We cannot fight when we can't stand. You've locked us in a cage, taught us to be afraid to be free. W...

the subtle voice whispering the satin temptation of the wind while our civilization lies in ruin we answer the call of the wilderness the ominous skies resembling blood soaked battle fields in the shelter of the forest a reprieve from our ordeal the laughter...

We've watched the clouds cry hand in hand. An end to all things. An embrace to ride the rising sun. Momentary beauty all to brief. Raced the evening stars and all their glory. Loves conviction so transitory. Betrayal. And cup runneth over,its brim tainted with...

Tonight, the dis-harmonic symphony of the cicadas plague my ears… Drifting off to the mind numbing hum of grinding gears. Families starving in the eerie silence of the hills…lie exposed to the elements so fierce… Hold out just one more day…say the same tomorro...

I come from the mountains, Kentucky's my home where the wild dear the black bear so lately did roam. By the cool rushing water fall the wild flowers dream and in every green valley there runs a clear stream. Now there are scenes of destruction on every hand an...

As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet, You can hear their cries in the crashing water. Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam. The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest… Where only trees now know of the h...

Sobbingly confess of a dark figure in the doorway. A voice she had known for so long across from her at the dinner table. Not only would she share this trauma with him, she also shared a birthright and a namesake. Loss of innocence and dignity. Tell no one. T...

Come all you coal miners wherever you may be and listen to a story that I'll relate to thee. My name is nothing extra, but the truth to you I'll tell I'm a coal miner's son. I'm sure I wish you well. I was born in old Kentucky, in a coal camp born and bred. I...

Salt in the fields. harvest iniquity. is this how we show we care? obligation,grief and despair? the roots are poisoned dig in the earth. the bounty you've sewn. restricted wings... wedding rings the roots are poisoned in their hair there are no braids. slaves...

Rise up, spirit of my ancestry. Fill me with vigilance again. No longer will we watch from our posts. Torches of war burn this eve. For those who possess undue power lurk in our midst, with innocent blood on their sleeves. Their slaves labor into nothing...

Epicures messiah, deliver us from our selves. Our love affair with our own reflections ,from immorality and all it entails. Hedonists,prostitutes,heretics.....they all see they to eye? The pursuit of pleasure and our carnal nature,the prize for which we'll die...

after the blood has dried on vigrid and the hordes are laid to rest sertr has flung the fire of muspel but its embers no longer glow arise! earth again.fair and green, modi and magni, take up your fathers hammer. meet me in idavollr where its always warm com...

We wept as we passed through the mountains clothed in July clouds, under the restraint of power lines, their fury bursting through the summer haze as ethereal music filled the air. Nearly conquered by the mountain, I have found such deep respect for what you d...

There's so much pressure to just keep breathing I'm not sure my heart will keep beating All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I'm not here to see the end What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves? When all that's left of...

Grasping in the dark cold hands The voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought They fall into dust While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust... Of unanswered questions and empty ge...

its cold on the outskirts of the fire and we shiver in confusion greedilly huddling for warmth,next to the dancing flames back to back, wallowing in shame. isa......whose been cast and carved into the oak,our fear causes stillness we are like the glass waters...

Norwegian Nights Lie beneath a cold blanket and watch the mountains sleep. The train rolls by every hour, as I wake and dream. The woods and the hills–faces so dear to me. Frozen lakes, flatland snow, where I'm called I'll go. Such still quiet, then the...

Alone. Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter. I awake behind window bars in a room so white. Cold like melting frost in this summers night. There is nothing that can hold my weight. Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery. Not even the dignity of s...