Look what I got for Valentine's Day: Lady Luck came along, took my dreams away, And the tears hurt more than a broken nose - I bled from the thorns of
Two a.m., a southbound junction, innocence takes flight Common sense has lost all function, stranded in the night The albatross has flown the nest, he
I stare at fading visions now much fainter than before Of the faces gathered round me and the clock upon my wall My loved-ones stand in mourning but the
Walking my personal calvary mile to a do-it-yourself-crucifixion, It's a kingdom of clowns wearing martyrdom's crown - I must fight for my hammer and
A song I dedicate unto those who share my need To give their all and should they fall, strive until they succeed Though my belly aches with hunger Weary
From far outside it, earth's fragile atmosphere It's clearly apparent that the end is near The sleeper wakens and removes his golden casque Vital signs
See the red "messiah" high upon a soap-box pulpit Agitating his apostles with the gospels in his hand While apprentice hitlers gather down in inner city
Carnal gladiators lie restless awaiting the dawn Slaves to their passion, so eager, its will to perform They wrestle the double backed beast face their
Silently gazing from the window - My mind detached from space and time. There is a secret only I know - A place where the city lights don't shine. Why
In my world far removed from the actual Safe in my small amorality capsule I cruise far aloof from the other world's laws Hiding behind tinted windows
At the vanguard of a juddering caravan, hurriedly galloping down a dirt-track. Six furtive figures, crooked as Caliban; Smuggling hope to the land of
See the brave toreador Just look at him thrive off the crowd as they roar For death brings a thrill To the everyday lives of the non-com observers Who
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"Though I may seem callous" cried old Thomas Malthus, "Paupers are better off dead. That we have to feed them is something we need Like a musket shot
Just a blank expression sitting in an easy chair The living incarnation of a world that doesn't care Mesmerized by media lies Now they're new and improved
Twist the truth, then twist your arm It's the Emperor Caligula School of Charm Don't take his word 'cause it's not worth having it He's an Art Nazi He
My life is a sentence that carries no pardon, I can't put you out of my misery now. So stunned by the beauty of this madhouse garden - I've taken my chances
