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Remember me, she whispered
Heaven’s so far out of reach, and keep me close
Like a moment you’re afraid to leave
So now this is how it feels when you’re all alone
This is how it feels when your heart starts racing
You can ask but you’ll never know
The way it feels, the way it feels…

~*~

we’re not in the same universe anymore

and our tears flow in different states—

almost as that of plasma and gravity,

perhaps identical, but not at all the same.

the nostalgia creeps up like bated breaths

dead into the silence in the middle of the night

and it stays to suffocate the humid air—

and it stays to suffocate the insomniac mind.

there’s some form of sophisticated equanimity

that was achieved by neither of our farewells,

because the end was approaching at breakneck speed

and there simply wasn’t any time to be more polite

cutting out crass with guns we left in each other’s mouths

hoping the trigger doesn’t get pulled with our fingers

like issues, contorted into funny shapes that don’t make sense

breaking off has never been so easy as a lacklustre smile

but the stars never forgive, even when they forget

and the light from the horizon flickers indistinguishably

forming a supernova of your voice, faint though almost palpable

branded like indelible ink stains on the canvas of my brain.

this reverberating staccato, this thoughtless caprice, this infinite lethargy…

it never ceases to write cold epistles even when i am fast asleep.

oftentimes, i look into the other dimension of that cracked mirror

into the faceless impostor, the version of me that existed

before you killed it off, and before i killed you off in my plane,

and wish to the efflorescing quarks that you’re feeling the same way.

~*~

Lost and terrible, hollow in ways you’ll never know
If it’s all in my head, all in my head
It’s heavier now than it’s ever been, so fake a memory
Keeping me quiet underneath
And if this is the end, if this is the end
Destroy everything and make it new again…

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Come, Morning Light

The fire that left your blanket in ashes

Won’t trouble your cold heart anymore

And the angels that carried your parents

Will not return to take your heart to soar

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As your little grey ragdoll sits by the ruins

Of the playground you once called “home”

And the shadows that used to play with you

Have disappeared, and now you feel so alone

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Your tears have mixed with the relentless rain

That put out the wild flames alighting the city

Blossoms wilt and thorns flourish in the grass

The bloodred sunset is more scary than pretty

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Your brother and sister went off with toy guns

And never returned even after they all promised

So now you sit by the orphanage’s cellar stairs

With others who lost their mummies and daddies

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Are you alone in this world of detritus and rust?

Every light is killed with a dropping bomb again

Death is your lullaby, quiet music behind the dust

Faithless, will there be someone to save you then?

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But no, don’t you cry now behind that gas mask

I’ll keep you safe from all the questions unasked

I’ll sing you a song, as this sky falls in fragments

Shield you with my wounded arms from the glass

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Please don’t fear, you will never have to be hungry

You might dream of hell but heaven is yours to see

Asphalt grey and storms of gloom, as wind billows

Muffle every disaster, sleep soundly in your pillow

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The war was never meant to be fought by innocence

Just machines to tear apart and men with losing sense

To your damaged soul, fettered with doubts and fears

No one will hurt you now…you’ll be alright, I promise

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Someday the battle will end, and hope shall soon arrive

We can’t take back what’s lost, but we can change our lives

Open your eyes when the sun returns to shade the dawn

To see the rising daybreak where all your nightmares are gone.

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Glock Girl and Bayonet Boy

Nothing changes but the weather
You just think that you got better
Time doesn’t heal, it scabs the wound
I won’t cover, cover my scars for you
Victim of deceit, weighed down by your
Heavy hand; a constant battle
Between who you want, and who I am…

~*~

Here’s step one, don’t you dare run and tell me what the hell I’ve done

Elucidate and face the stars, don’t fuck around with me, say it’s all fun

You say that you’re a cannibal baby, damn, you’re eating out my heart

Don’t choke on my gristles, don’t shock me then say it was for a restart

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Maybe I’m being assumptive, your paranoid best friend is going insane

I’m a cordial next door neighbour, and I’m just being a bastardous pain

Ironic electricity on your sweaters and the thunder shoes that you wear

You weren’t being cheerful when you let that cyclone catch in your hair

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Discretion was not your apex marauder, and you pushed me in the moat

You testified for perjury and starved to death and I fed you my scapegoat

A headspace is what I need, thought you’ll clear my skull, not sick up on it

I’d love to interfere in your pathetic dramaticisms, but I got too much shit

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If psychological pawns are your opiods, guess my hit wore out in one drag

I’m tired of the way I’ll have to confront the ravine if there aren’t any crags

If it’s schematic or systemic, I don’t know, my reputation’s a goddamn mess

I guess you’ll never acknowledge the bromide you slipped me under duress

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So then fine, let’s play this game, let’s be bitching and stalking with binoculars

If I upset your shriveled tiny soul, you can find me in junkyards declaring war

Just let the alcohol subside, we’ll be as sober as rocks crashing against the tide

I’m glad to have someone to load the ammunition when all my guns have lied.

~*~

I’ll see you at the fucking crossroads
I’ll make you bite through your tongue
When you see who I am today
I’ll make you hate what you’ve done
Cover your tracks, let revenge flood
You’ve made your mark, blood will have blood!

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Guns and Roses

my flowers are collapsing

onto a waterworld’s song

if i plucked off each petal

maybe they’d weep along

my flowers start colliding

in musical notes of wrong

like constructed stars of metal

i know the lyrics to a lost song.

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New-Wave Destroyers

Don’t believe what they say
We’re dead flies in the summertime
They leave us all behind
With duct tape scars on my honey
They don’t like who you are
You won’t like where we’ll go
Brother protect me now
With blood they wash in the money…

~*~

Strangle us with incentives of emotion

Thirst for rage and summer vacations

Of war and fear and stolen battlefields

Grenades of colour against boundaries

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Counting all the sand on the ocean bed

Swings back and forth in bloodshot red

And artless arteries, glass shards on lips

Dangling in graves, on blasé techniques

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Teenager heart attacks and money kiss

Smoke alarms dancing and burnt police

Screaming of trigger and severed hands

Dying sun begs us please to understand

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A new trend of guns on cathedral steps

Torn to rubbles, a painted agonist mess

It’s no communication, just ammunition

Anarchy believers swallowed confusion

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We taste metal like eating nine inch nails

As the remedy is waning away our scales

We love the feeling that you get as you die

So let’s just have some fucking fun tonight!

~*~

You don’t believe in God
I don’t believe in luck
They don’t believe in us
But I believe we’re the enemy!
Destroya! Destroya! Destroya!
Destroya! Destroya! Destroya!
Against the sun we’re the enemy!

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Heroes of War

A hero of war, yeah, that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home, they’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag to the grave if I must
‘Cause it’s a flag that I love and a flag that I trust…

~*~

The soldiers and the veterans

Huddled amongst the trenches

A million ways to live and die

One bullet to end the defences

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Enlist for force, family, money

Join the violence, join entropy

Against enemy guns captured

Sail half-mast for the tortured

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The nights drowned the moon

Severed limbs and heads torn

As artillery enters another one

Past through bandages shorn

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For the flag and for the country

For their citizens and everyone

The battle rages, war for peace

Of weapons, metal and human

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Thus the garrison marches on

Dale high and through the tide

The military sings their songs

Say their deaths awaited pride

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A thousand bodies all decaying

A thousand names all forgotten

A thousand families all mourned

A hundred survivors all ignored

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But all the soldiers and the veterans

Won’t live forever to answer our call

And medals will not return our glory

They only fade as another hero falls.

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And They Scream For Blood

You got your finger on the trigger, kid
You got your finger on the trigger, kid
Line it up, line it up, line it up
And hit me with the truth…

~*~

Visceral parts thrown around like celebrating confetti, a showering rain of liquid ruby carnage

Welcome to the brave new world’s generation, this innovative, clean, technological age

Of brave battles bloodshed and bandages wrapped around weaklings’ wounds and warfare

Where justice is so flexible it can be bent and broken easily by the careless corrupting unfair

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The tired newscaster rambles on the current vivid headlines blankly in a monotonous voice

As if reading off a shopping list boredly, the lost names, the fallen victims of a such a cruel deed

The government is your empowerment, but they announce that you didn’t have much of a choice

This can’t be helped, we’re here for you, we’re here for greed, your vote is all we crave and need

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Splanchnic explosions splattering what once was a living human being to the stained white walls

But do their fellow humans run away and cry for help? No. They simply laugh and jeer and call

Asking, almost begging, for more skin and bone and muscle ripped apart to minute paper shreds

Humpty Dumpty’s bones and hearts and eyeballs rolling on the floor, or better yet, a head

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Eating your cold TV dinners in sickest satisfaction while the hostage shooting still carries on

And slurp down your spaghetti quite loudly as a suicide terrorist kills basically everyone

Our brains were trained to bramble, stumble, handle the different sadistic acts of humanity

But when it all comes down to everything, we’re the sadists that have been brainwashed so cruelly

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We demand grotesque entertainment to lose our senses and to alleviate our own listless bore

And so we scream, we scream for macabre death and then we scream loudly for even more

We aren’t satisfied with censored pictures, we need photos to shudder even the very soul of God

And so we scream childishly, like primal violent animals, and we scream some more for spilling blood.

~*~

Stick to your guns
Stick to your guns…

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