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Bite the Feeding Hand

There’s a fine line between yours and mine the people whose spit you eat, are the ones we spit on those shiny things that make you feel that you are alive worthless, soulless, lifeless Those freedoms of which you speak so loudly you don’t need them sinc...

Draw the Line

The time’s long gone when you could hide behind that forced smile everybody tends to try to bend what can’t be bent, can only be built in a long time broken – never fixed again And I know I’m no better but still it rips my heart out rips your heart ou...

Drown Song

A bottle of wine to send me flying is all I need to feel complete a senseless bliss, a numb, cold kiss to fill a void, build a decoy Ten thousand steps in vain mouth open cannot speak eyes wide open without a sight body awake. mind asleep I try to dr...

Ghosts of Yesteryear

Don't waste your breath on listing my mistakes 'cause I don't care and I swear I'll repeat them all again walking in circles blindfolded in a swamp where the ground gives away every step a slow descent, a growth that's bent if time is money (then) we'...

Have Mercy

Have mercy said the despot as his treasury was overflowing have mercy said the general when sending men to certain death have mercy said the executioner as he swung his axe Have mercy said the inquisitor whilst performing a burning mastectomy Have...

Lamb

Deafened, blinded, bent and broken by the ones you call your friends – your masters long before you could ever realize the lies in their shining eyes that twisted fable, that cursed vision spoonfed since the day of birth You speak of things you’ve never...

Moneywhip Driven

Every morning torment - lack of sleep toil for a tyrant, sweat for swine face the same day again and again shoes, the worn out shoes hands, the worn out man sleep - to be able to work - to be able to rent - a place where to sleep... moneywhip driven...

Murder

Show me what to wear, I’ll show you what to eat Tell me what to think, I’ll tell you how to breathe those frantic health-fascists, eyes glowing, stuck in a grin pushing their agenda, the sane must never let them win I’ll watch you take a walk, look at me...

Reject This

What can I do but smile as I breathe in the warm fumes of the excrement burying this world of sorrows every human is a bringer of grief, every smile hides the teeth of vermin oozing, withering, twitching, fragile pillars of flesh The flesh is weak and dy...

The Adversary

Do you remember when you woke up in a puddle of piss heart skipping beats, a week disappeared and you wanted to blame it on someone the one who bought the drinks, who told the jokes or the one who let you in but the blame is none of theirs it was only you...

The Cynic

Fuck off with your sweet nothings, the words of deception, of better days to come/ the liabilities masked as possibilities -hostilities will follow-/ the smiles, the handshakes, the nice wisecrack a minute before the knife in the back/ no shelter from...

The Infinite Human Stupidity

For every war for every betrayal for every affection unmentioned and for every needed word unsaid for all censorship for every biased journalist for every nuclear weapon and for every drunken driver No weapon, no will no invention, no skill will ev...

Tideturner

There will always be the ones whose voice will drown in the violent noise of those who strive to be heard the herd of knee-jerks and brownnoses they will never change, and much less ever make a change happen it’s time to break the cycle time to awak...