A New Beat from a Dead Heart

Three Hundred Liars… one million colors, in one blind eye. silence in the song I’m singing, whose words, want to cry. a symphony of deafness singing softly, so unreal. the soft, sweet caresses, you don't care to feel. you don't fit in. the hardest armor but so vulnerable inside and what you feel, and what you know, and what you love will die. you don't fit in so break out. three hundred liars, all with such fearful eyes. afraid to look the wrong way and i sympathize. i sympathize.

Angel Strike Man… angel strike man. we’re forgetting, again. buildings are falling and we’re failing again. numb to the misery (from all the) blood stained imagery. angel strike man. sell yourself into slavery again, sell our children to the state again, sell your body to commercials again, sell your soul for the dollar again. shackled for forgetting, forgetting again. shackled just long enough to remember again. every word is politics, every action; a smoking gun and if you deny it run, run, run. angel strike man.

Guilt… empires built on doctrinal guilt. controlling man (with what we) cant understand. words, body and mind enslaved at a shrine with little left (except) impending death. guilt, guilt, guilty for being alive. written words designate (awaiting) death. desires define degrees of helplessness. birth and gender assign entitlement while feelings and emotions are left for dead. guilt, guilt, guilty for being alive. this is our sickness with no one else to blame. simple minds bring a handicapped existence. so much for being free. so much for being me.

Curse of Instinct

curse of instinct… curse of instinct never knowing peace. even pain is welcome when you cannot feel a thing and it only gets harder to put together the pieces that just don’t fit; they just won’t fit. || and it only gets lonelier when you’re stuck outside. caught in a void; drown in denial. and it only gets harder to fit together the pieces; it only gets lonelier when you’re stuck outside. you can’t fit together the pieces and you’re ripped apart by the void. the emptiness in you… the emptiness in you. || and I won’t lie anymore; i won’t hide it anymore. the emptiness, the void, the void in my heart. the you. can you feel it? can you feel the emptiness in you? the emptiness, the void, in you.

Threefold Misery

killer of the soul… satanic ritual: set the corpse upon the table. cosmetic religion: hide your horns if you are able. killer of the animal. only a demon could dine on the flesh of the dead. each hair on the back of each cow is a birth you'll spend in hell. || the killer of the soul (whomever he may be) shall be forced to the darkest regions (embrace your decisions) in the darkest regions of hell. || self killing ritual: set the bottle upon the table. cosmetic ignorance: kill the pain if you are able. killer of the animal within; liquid poison to wash your brain. drown in your misery. your life becomes hell. || the killer of the soul (whomever he may be) shall be forced to the darkest regions (embrace your decisions) in the darkest regions of hell. || i won't kill my soul.

blood… specter image, arisen in the graveyard of my mind: they embrace. and i see blood (i see blood) i see blood and bones, and not romance (not romance). || the blood, the blood and the bones. the blood, and the skulls. passionate collision of skeletons. ashen impact... again || cried out, and then they crumbled. they cried out (they cried out) and they crumbled; collapsed. like the dreams they tried to build: that could never be fulfilled, in this world. || the blood, the blood and the bones. the blood and the skulls. passionate collision of skeletons. passionate collision of bodies || "pessimist" - but ain't it so factual? everything is temporary, in this world. but my reality is not bleak, because i live for my soul, i give my love to my soul-of-my-soul. || the blood, the blood and the bones. the blood and the skulls. passionate collision of skeletons. i shall abstain.

arctic… i'll try for you. i'd cry for you. trial. trial by ice. || i can simply extend my finger in a pose of exquisite pain. my pain. i can only stretch my arms. stretch, reach, for you || try, try, try, try, try to survive || i'll trial for you. i'd cry for you. trial. trial by ice. || i need a blanket to warm me from the chill of my emptiness. i need a blanket to exsulate me because it's cold inside. || try, try, try, not to freeze, freeze, freeze; die. || a jolting phone: cataclysmic in the bone-marrow night. i need a blanket to warm me from the chill of my emptiness. where is sleep to hide me, from the fact that you're so absent in my heart? where is sleep to hide me, from the fact that i'm too dead to care? || hollow are the bones of lonely. || i stand: hollow. i die: hollow. but i try.

Songs of Separation

deathbed… i remember when you cried with your eyes on fire. with the gale in your lungs, screamed your throat red. but now it’s getting colder… what happened to you? || i remember when you laughed with the sunlight on your lips, sun rising high on your early morning smile. but you’re not waking up this time… breathless cries over lifeless eyes. || your body is here, but you’re not || that thing that screamed with me and dreamed with me. that thing that laughed with me and cried with me. that same thing lies before me on this deathbed. wut where are you?

solitary… condemned cell incarcerates me. no walls, no bars on this cage, it’s just “me” the penitentiary is my “identity” in this solitary i learn what it’s like to be so alone || crouched in a lonesome corner i shiver, head faced to the wall, my eyes glued to the mirror. masculinity beats the living hell out of me. vanity is only my reality, my only cold companion. || each moment without you i die, oh Krishna.

Holyname

holyname… i have no emotion i have no devotion it's empty motion, oceans of notions intent on ego promotion no elation, no devistation supplication seems a foreign creation barren and beaten and broken and bruised is the briar-ridden thorn-land of my heart my cries are lies from conceitful eyes || i won't simmer in this complacency i won't settle for this false me i'll cry it out: holyname. holyname.