cRoSS rOaDs

How great... or how vainly average
every passing moment in time
In the ire of a post Collision stillness
Inaction will be our only crime

Reinventing the steel
to dig out our humble bloody roots
and see what we're really made of.

spilling out our guts
in the face of this volcanic wind
And witness what we're here for

No Religion's no more an authentication
of mass manufactured human souls
No standards to validate our motivations
self destruction's become our only goal

eNd oF tHe tUnNeL

Retain no points of reference
As it all crumbles and vapourizes
Like pressurized steam throuth memory cells

Unrestrained destruction in waves after wave
Is only a temporary restoration of balance somewhere

So I abandon everything I think I know
and start from scratch for a sacred death
as the vision dissolves my engulfing chaos
And corners me enough to burst out in flames

Release , unleash, accelerate
and deep freeze in entropy
Vivid dance of phantom unicorns
The tunnel sppeds by with contracted time

And blackness grips

rIGHTEOUSLY Lost

Somewhere between alive and dead
We're all just hanging by a thread
Any moment now... the tide will turn
As gravity ends its amused sojourn.

Bent into submission to
The dominant force of the time
To be spent from the empty barrel
Or go slick with hunger for no crime.

Shocked into a nervous freeze
Our Spines like pounded twigs
Till we sway with the breeze
And readily yes sir the gigs.

Insubordination to the system will put me
In extremely uncomfortable situations
Only inconvenienced in other ways than
The slow rot of a monthly compensation.

It all boils down to just this one...
If we have the balls to do it at all
Then we may know that freedom is true
To those who seek without expecting to find.

Dead End

Self deception more than replaces natural selection
As the tool for our evolution into this compost heap
The very tools we own end up owning us in defection
Afterall Its what we've sown... but have yet to reap

The spirit thats fit to
no longer cares to survive
And leaves the flesh...
with hardly a fleeting regret

Unsung songs just keep on piling up
while unborn dreams are dying on me
Unwanted I become when I'm too many
The Undead ain't living as I've come to be

Its just the wave crusts in this lethal ocean
as the razor edged peaks of change in motion
Only able to breathe when I'm floating free
but still determined on swimming ashore

Time to pray a fond farewell
to inner peace... my friend

Singularity

Can i ever be single minded
about not doubting my own existence.

when I see the sun. set upon our souls
And rise in the heart of a machine in me

Not dead yet, just numb
A kind of dangerous free Dum
[B silent]
the dead silence preys on
this deafning war in it's mind

the alien sun that's rising now
will set in but another few hours

then the night which knows
as I've always known
like never before
will shadow this mind
lead it into it's core...

mIcRoCoSm

The more I try to clear my mind
the more it fills itself with noise
such morbid ways of an instinctual grind
it's supposed to make us men from boys

As the lethal fear of impending doom
grips the guitar in my empty room
I try but see no sense in holding back
whatever's to come on the unbeaten track

So I make sure I’m in a turbulent ride
life's no fun till there's nothing to hide
A gregorian shift of the planetary maze
a game of some mist in the vacuum of space

well I understand the creator's innate intentions
when nature destroys life imprejudiced by case.
It's in our race to consume our way to heaven.
where we've tripped beyond the point of no return
into the era of beginning... of the death of birth

buy buy mother earth

bye bye mother earth

sEnSiBiLiTiEs: Here it comes

The impending sudden loss
when control goes for a toss
And it has to come across
that we can't press the pause.

Cataclysmic shift in the structure
begins to show through the rupture
Horrors unravel.. all systems fail
decay sets in like blood in every grail.

I dreamt of our return to prehistoric ape
but I got an interview on my gaia's tape
Mother nature is coming to clear the crowd
we're all going down. It's clear and loud.

Tectonic explosion of a rattling omen
what's left of being human in this electric ocean
Like light in crypts for misguided dreams
we can begin to smell our vision's screams