Out Of Tune Hands

Dazed for the past 7 years
Waking up from this nightmare
Drowning in debt
Alone in a apartment
Confused as to how it all happened
Try to measure the movements
Amazed at how distorted it all is
Something that could have been so glorious
Disgraced with long nights and late mornings
Pissed on whenever pissed off
Beaten down and bloodied
The devil twirling me in his claws
Laughter echoing trough the dark
Tolling the waste you allow to build up

As I lay face down in a sewer
The sun breaks through the grates
Shining through a sensitive cornea
A moment passes before I dive back in
How could I have let this happen?
Who damns the daylight for the night crawl?
Run away, climb the ladder, gasp for air
Keep running, run, run, run
I collapse far away from ground zero
Feel the tall grass with out of tune hands
Accept the heat of the sun on my face
Water flowing through my hair
Twitching towards recuperation
In a world where one prison is traded for another

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Burned Bridges

I used to say fuck it
So many more roads to travel
Time was my friend
I didn’t know it was a bitter bitch
Relentless in how the past reverberates
Technology throws my mistakes back at my eyes
Pictures of happy eyes and wholesome resolve
Hand in hand, hanging out under mistletoe
So many have found their equation
The path must be so clear to them
Looking back at me with thanks
Thanks that they left me behind
Knowing I would have never stacked up
As I look around I wonder where else to go
I have fucked up so many things
Made a fool of myself to so many
A walking joke and a defined failure
Forged from bad mistakes and late nights

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Why Die For Danzig?

A demagogue bolstered by an idiocracy
A weak resilience hindered with fear
What if they come for us?
Wouldn’t it be easier to look away?
Let them take what they want and leave
They promised to leave us alone afterwards
The mentality of passing the buck
The false hopes of mortal thought
A hope that morality would overcome corruption
Don’t people know boundlessness is real?
Evil will never forget the dues billed
All those times eyes have averted
Not feeling the guilt over their
Babies were eaten by demons
Mothers were raped through endless nights
Their offspring to rule the wastelands
A 50 year empire to destroy idealism
A virulent pragmatism ruling the land

Missing Out

I can’t help but feel like I’m not where I should be
I have ventured down some endless side road
No life but the lights in my head
Solitude that somehow invaded
Creeping the strings that hold your heart
Looking ugly in the mirror after the start
I’ve lost almost every battle I’ve fought
What makes it worst was I did it on purpose
I set myself up to lose
I only know this because I see the parallel life
Everything that could have been achieved
A future that was being handed to me
A choice of a wife, a career, a house
No dark nights medicated under a howling wind
Only love and proper meals
Receiving a kiss for almost all the rest of my days
That is what I gave up
In some immature smack of the hand
Rejecting things that pled to be accepted
Made cases for how it would save me
Though I didn’t care
I moved alone into the desert
Leaving the future to shatter with disbelief
Now I am in the other zone
Where there is no meaning to my future
Just a roadblock in the way of others
A memory most will choose to forget
Just a footnote amongst infinite depth

Sabotage

I’ve always known someone was hindering me
Some unplaceable weight to bode over
Senseless pressure for a haunting ghost
A reverse feeling through dyslexic lenses
Somewhere something someone
Did any eyes see me fall?
Could there be an escape?
Is anyone even fucking listening?
Doubled efforts and sullied sorts
Setting down placating loyalty
Fuck the gods I have worshipped
Those false prophets of ecstasy
Fuck the Gods
Fuck the People
Hatred boiling over a pot of turmoil
Can I really push aside everything?
Can it fucking work if I don’t work?

Will Not End

The world will not end in my lifetime
That may be my only consolation prize
Despite the seeds we plant for the future
Continued declaration against our mother
Ever warming to a point break
Silence before the gasping decision
Though not in my lifetime
I will see neon waiting for consumption
Feel me and fuck me
See it and go there
Drowning in a haze
Tactical mentions in others’ minds
More reasons to smile after the end
Consideration wasn’t placed properly
The reverberations of our actions continue
Bouncing off the walls of time
An endless ripple effect
All is because of before
Never is always never
The past determines our movements
Seldom will there be sudden switches in viewpoint
Even less a lasting change in behavior
So after years of riding the current
Are we damned to ashes?
Has the past forever directed our turns?
Do we ever have a decision?