Untitled 10

Force the words to present themselves
Now I can frown
Whilst smiling
I just do it on the inside
The smiling
The frowning will always be apparent
Because I’m not happy most of the time
And what have I to be happy about?
The fact that I can write about how unhappy I am?
I’d rather be happy

I’m not depressed
I just don’t like the world I inhabit
Your world
Your meaning theirs

I am not a child
My life is mine to put in danger
You can jump out of a plane
Just don’t take LSD
You can risk spreading your brain across a square mile
Just don’t let it free
Whilst it’s in your head

Drugs aren’t the answer
They are just a question I wouldn’t mind
Being allowed to ask
If only to myself

Drug deaths can be counted in gunshots
And terminal shoot ups
From drugs mixed with criminal profit

Corporations kill with poverty
We kill each other for the scraps

The wrong side of the tracks

Wasted lives in tarmac wastelands
Ringing the hives of pointless work
Brought up with nothing but a violent past

Escaping the world of reality
Through death in a needle
Following the tracks of time
Addicted but uncaring

Holidays to an unmapped world
Always finish with the same destination
Returning to a crumbling society
Never leaving until the end

These Feet

These feet wildly stepping the ponderous late of night
Light and airy, floating anchors of an adrift ship
Divorced from severed salt docks, silently slipping away
Following the guilded path my mind and feet lay before
My wondrous sight, so glazed with cheery sanity
Purple to behold in chained star night of masked delight
shodowed trees hovering above my falsifying sight

The patience of time

Time scars the barren waste
Opening wounds
That bleed blue blood
The slow clashing of continents
Cause the land to rise
Making clouds climb higher
Delivering their burdens earlier
Causing the bleeding gashes
To deepen, lengthen
Slowly green appears
At the edge of the wound
Picking up speed
As it brings colour to the grey
Then disease takes hold
Taming the lands wounds
Laying waste to the green
Bringing back corrupted grey
The lands growing cancer
And here time waits
Patiently killing the disease
One by one
Waiting for the green again.

Terrifying Vision

Millions addicted
To its magical effect
Sitting in a daze
Not seeing real life

Fictitious characters
With problems so real
Overtake our lives
With nothing left to feel

Square eyes see the world
Through thousands of dots
Not realising it’s false
With ridiculous plots

It’s not illegal to use
But you should see
This killer of free will
Is your own T.V.

Stayed at home

(Chorus)
It’s certainly strange
It’s incredibly fucked up

It’s incredibly strange
It’s certainly fucked up

I feel like
I should’ve stayed at home

I feel like
I’m in the Twilight Zone

The walls are closing in on me
The world is no longer free
Give me a match
I’ll burn down the trees
Give me a clue
Blind from Anti-freeze

(Chorus)

The walls are crumbling around me
Nothing in the world is free
Give me the cash
I’ll buy all the trees
Give me the bottle
I need more Anti-freeze

(Chorus)

The walls where all built by me
I paid for what was free
Give me a gun
I’ll defend the trees
Give me a gun
Insane from Anti-freeze

(Chorus)

Session Pt3

The bong
The doorway
The driver of my journey
When unloaded
A simple bottomless bottle
In a pool of tepid water
Held in a plastic bucket

When loaded
Holding the mix
On a foil thin cap
It holds power
The power of imagination

I unload the full bong
It blows off the back of my head
Opening my mind to thought

I can only think of one thing
But as I understand
It splits
A thousand ideas in one

My creative mind spills out
Understanding it all
The crazy world
My insane life

The smoke hits again
I dive deeper
My soul an ocean
With hidden pearls
I’ve left the known universe
Visiting the world stoned

I am not alone
My fellow travellers sit around
All in a rough circle
Surrounding the graven image
A false god
Performing miracles for thousands

As I sit with my space age friends
I think of the public eye
Seeing us as dropouts
Our purpose?
To get high
But most of us lead normal lives
Using the bong to escape

We’re not criminal minds
Thugs, losers or sleaze
We’re not low in IQ
So don’t judge us please
We’re seen as evil
Because our drugs are illegal
So we live in secret
Because society fears it

So as I sit at the bong
My mind racing along
You’ve seen the working of my mind
Seen the soul of my kind
You may not understand
What lays in the palm of your hand
But you’ll keep it
Because it looks pretty
Better than a cement city

Glancing at these thought of mine
Understanding a bit at a time
I hope you never know it all
But if you do
Give me a call
You can join me for a bong
I’ll pull it thick and creamy
To the sound of your favourite song

Remote control

Prime time,
The life line to millions of addicts,
I’ve had it,
With all this bullshit
Your giving me
It’s blasphemy
Against the soul
Against whole human race
I’ll hit you in your fucking face
Giving me that shit all the time
Pumping out the bollocks
At mother fucking prime time

Bomb the stations holding the nation
In a death grip

Bomb the stations holding the nation
In a death grip

Bomb the stations holding the nation
In a death grip

Lets stop the bullshit

I’m my own
Not a clone to control
I’m gonna keep my soul
Breakfast TV
Is giving me a headache, my hands shake
For gods sake
Coffee to stay awake
Stay alive
Productive member of the hive
Controlled through the television
No decisions
Break the programming
Get on with the living

Bomb the stations holding the nation
In a death grip

Bomb the stations holding the nation
In a death grip

Bomb the stations holding the nation
In a death grip

Lets stop the bullshit

A wise man once said
You want to fuck with me
I’ll show you who your fucking with
So let’s show them who their fucking with
Lets take back our lives
And live

Bomb the stations holding the nation
In a death grip

Bomb the stations holding the nation
In a death grip

Bomb the stations holding the nation
In a death grip

Lets stop the bullshit

Lets stop the bullshit

Lets stop the bullshit

Lets stop it NOW

Out of body, Out of mind

Drifting
Falling into my mind
Pathways unwind
Horizons with no meaning
Sitting on the ceiling
Looking at my body
My unfocused shell
I’m free of my bonds
No ties
Escape through drugs
Arrive to late

Nothing that hasn’t been said before

The taste of this place turns my face in disgust
The trace of disgrace and misplaced trust
And I bust
On and on singing this song
This swan song gone wrong
I hid my face in a bong for too long
Change happened around me
It all changed and I stayed the same
This naked flame ingrained with seeds of the insane
I feel a migraine and there’s no one to blame
Because I was the only one that stayed the same
Frame by frame the film flashed before my face
Naked celluloid of the life I avoid
Annoyed by the choice I can’t voice
With vocal chords and lyrical swords
All aboard going toward a life of being ignored
By scores of the bored looking for a reward
Freedom outlawed in a plan that’s flawed
But used anyway with no say
From those that pay the wages
of the masterminds that for ages
Have held the keys to our cages
We pay our jailers in favours
And they give us cash
To be failures and see them as saviours
I was taught there was a choice
I was told to believe
I was deceived
Whilst they weaved a scene
A tapestry of the serene
Where every dream could come clean
School was just a marketing team
An advert for a dessert that flirts
On the edge of your vision
For the rest of your life
Someone else’s decision
The carrot that that dangles far out ahead
Out of your grasp to your deathbed
Where you realise their money took you nowhere
Turning your life into a ride on their funfair