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CROSSBEARER

Tear it from the cross, shake it to pieces, scream demon wind into its ears
I'm not getting an answer. How can you be so fucking real?
Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser to me of a figment
Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness, or kindess
Holy wars, killing in the name of god
the right to be minimalized under the rule of the unseen greatness
I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol
And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for myself
proving my existence without this form of worship
So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship
or kill me in the name of God
I only understand its hate
the skin beneath a mask of shallow actions
with a book of superstitions to live by, all living blind

CHAMELEON

Have you strayed from the movement?
You're lost in a lie
Contradiction is my worst fear
I cannot see how you can block the truth from your ears
Has it turned from a lifestyle to a fucking trend?
You're too busy feeding your face to realize what you've caused:
pain and suffering to a being as helpless as a baby
You'll never see it my way until you stop giving into your greed
Deaf to the truth, blind to reality
For once, can you take the attention away from your hunger
look outside yourself and see just what you created?
Pain, and suffering to a being as helpless as a baby

CAPSIZE

Tradition is calling its business
Feeling only real when employed
dense from sucking on wallets
It's their pockets you're arresting
Money is made the maximum...quality, only minimum
An open chest shows a heart with a branded dollar $ign
Shut off, shut off
Wastes my breath opposing, for authority is all that makes this right
But you're weak in my eyes and this is no price we'll fucking pay
Your compromise has again capsized in time
Shutting off income of yours
There are no masks for your greed
There is no heart in your conned cash flow to which we take no part

STOIC

Reality sets into a heart that wishes to read you lies that sit like an open book
This must stay open, this must stay clear, this must be said for all to hear
These are living, breathing beings like us
Going, gone unaddressed, undeniable
These are living, breathing beings like us
They don't look the same on a plate
Are we still fixable?
Drop the dish that could fill the mouth with meat
To the floor and I've watched it break
One thousand pieces of that glass equals one thousand days gone past
And how has technology brought us any further
when this society is still stuck in its primitive dietary ways?
Only a death trap for both worlds, tomorrow can't be fixed
When today's crisis is aborted, stop looking ahead!
Are we still fixable?

PROGRAMMED BEHIND

I think with my eyes cemented to a flickering screen
A thirty second segment, fragmented
Programmed behind the masks..
And what do I absorb?
A question never asked
And I will never be in control of this constant intake of visual attacks
I cannot take time to process while these images still bombard me
Say goodbye to the floor beneath me
there's no way your rope could reach me
Bite the hand that needs you
smash the screen that feeds you
Biting the hand, smashing the screen
And finally, I slipped out of the satellite's reach
to come a long way from a corrupt program leech
I think with my eyes opened and closed at the same time

FLYPAPER

To forgive and forget, I live and regret
Grief speaks its own language;
it forces me to act strong
but every time i stand up I'm afraid I'll bump my head
Eyesight in time
Things seemed easy, only I was building a fence
And you see in me what I once took action against
Sever my eyes from this twenty inch screen
I've finally got what is tangible
The more I learn about myself, the more I see in me to hate
Your misconception of perception detains all reasoning
You're this image of my fears, armed with words that shatter my ears
I am only I but that won't do
Not for you, your only you
Can you see what I've got?
The world is not a tube
and a brain playing games with television knobs is a steady leak for attention span
Restore it sooner: unplug the unit

MITIGATE

And how will denial mitigate importance to successful health?
These eyes call it pain
watching millions of people playing dead to a crook infested industry
Body spender, legal tender
And it's a choice to a certain degree
to the point where I can still breathe
No mutually exclusive relations for me
And if you gave attention to the one
and only body that you'll ever have, how would denial mitigate?

PIVOTAL

Forbearing truth, we wear denial
Your compassion will be put on trial
And when stripped of all innocence
will your actions still commence?
You won't be losing your awareness aytime soon
Is common sense left in the closet?
A caring mind taking action right away
Saying, "What will influence you is where you stand."
The truth that I have possessed says
"How we stand is what I test, "
though you feel entitled to your ignorant opinions
Evaluate your concerns:
stale assumptions that fill an otherwise vacant mind
And only lies shall open your eyes
But when will the world awaken, before it's taken?
Too late for too much

RITUAL FAMINE

Feed. Kill the needing urge that hangs inside
Wilted life, a wound in need of nursing
Self induced hunger
Forced it down to suppress the gnaw
Cursed to outlive words with all their rusting rooted fallacies
Benign. Locked in, powerless in resisting
I pray to outlive. Hollow I swallow
Bloodless, lifeless, selfless again
Never fucking again. Deprived. Denied. Destroy

CRAMBONE

Down in the depths
I am your hell