Infection
vs.
Desase
no more STD’s please
it’s not what we need
we’ve got poor to feed
not children to see
how these hearts bleed
from this terrible disease.
Infection
vs.
Desase
no more STD’s please
it’s not what we need
we’ve got poor to feed
not children to see
how these hearts bleed
from this terrible disease.
If I was successful would you put your arms around me
And remember the ways in which I’d changed your life?
Or would my success intimidate you?
Make you less likely to change the world?
Success will not ensure that you influence hearts
Nor guarantee you feel any more loved
The surprise truth is: to love equals success
If you can accept who you are,
Whilst seeking to grow each day
And love others as their need is.
Then you have real success
You don’t need to be successful to have love
But you do need to love to be successful
The memories in our hearts
Pearce us like darts
The dreams we once shared
Have parted and fared
Legends live to leave a mark
But like shadows, they only dwell in the dark
We all have to pay
Our tolls someday
Death has never missed…
It’s now time to reminisce
Down Desert Road,
Beneath hot scorching sun,
Dusty air fills rasping lungs
Eyes squinted against bright, bleached sand
In naked, ruined, forgotten land
Empty streets where Hope is vacant
and even forgiving God has forsaken
Where a child is hidden in a
Dark lightless basement
while white women sleep
In a plush white bed so sweet
When fires burn in godless streets
and Wild Men scream at a night with no stars
from bullet-ridden frames of skeletal cars
Murdering, raping, consuming
with Hearts unmoving
The remnants of a once proud people
now Broken and lost
to the Hideous costs
of greed and becoming Rapacious
once pious now Faithless,
In Hellish wastes
materialistic Visions of a white races
Still burning Hatreds
In Forgotten land
Where even now
In empty dream
A sinner screams
out to the Sky
for Punishment but receives none
But the Shit in his own Mind
then tell me who the Fuck really won?
When murderers fall to knees
and from bleeding Lips
come crying Pleas
and spilling Hallelujah
To the only thing they can still
Pretend they believe in
And Violently
Wretchedly
he slumps down to the dirt
In a tearless
Empty
Lifeless cry
and all the World
could not care
Why
Out into the Frontier
We ride
Our Hearts filled with Fear
And Foolish Pride
Into broken Horizon
And slate coloured Waves
Rain pours on
Over hollow caves
Of water and Cold
The roll of Thunder
Seals our Last oathe sold
To skeleton hands that drag us under
The moving hills are tombs
In the place that is Never still,
Where Liquid Mountains boom
As their Hollow caverns fill
And Empty waves
Pound away in the Madness
Nothing else saves
Us from our Sadness.
Out into the Frontier
We ride,
To Disappear,
To Hide.