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Tomorrow's Judgement
04:46
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Grains turned to gold when she move through the sand
With a small glimpse of fortune clutched in her hand
The day we met under lilac rays, became our burning eternity
A swaying blue dress runs round in my head, such a speed that I can't take it hurting me
Candles would tell how hard we fell, a flame each other's eyes
Words that she spoke put a clamp on my throat as she spat all the ones I despise
No climbing could mount to where I'd sink without, her soft hands around my ears
Stone aim steady and a heart growing heavy; anger born out of fear
The plan was easy, as my hatred had seized me; the barrel with a cold steel stare
A hair pulling trigger as our problems grew bigger, but she held a ten mile glare
All sweet is sour, in a rampaging hour, we painted the glistening, gold sill
But the train lost control as the days took their toll and the heat closed in our heels
The tree rot to marrow, as the shrieks turned to shadows, I couldn't take fleeing no more
With a gun to the air in the valley of death, I turned in and said where you were
Like an eagle is free, it picks what it sees, ignoring what it just can't bear
So, the last wish I'll cry is to face all you lie, as tomorrow I'll fry in the chair
Guilt in the pores of our hands
Guilt in the pores of our hands
Guilt in the pores of our hands
Guilt in the pores of our hands
10:43 pm, 19/04/20
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Body Politics
Arrest the future and construe the past
Pleasure pours for reckless beauty won’t outlast
I find it hard to believe and I find it hard to forget
Behind that solar gleem is the sullen soul of regret
Decimation in different tongues
Fixation on what is gone
When our bodies became one
But don’t act estranged, for how could we tell what would come?
Mistakes have been made the stakes have been raised again
You’d much rather sink, than call for my hand in help
The water ain't peaceful, but far from the damned and deceitful
When our bodies entwine, there couldn’t be anyone else
Mistakes have been made the stakes have been raised again
You’d much rather sink, than call for my hand in help
The water ain't peaceful, but far from the damned and deceitful
When our bodies entwine, there couldn’t be anyone else
08/02/20 - 09/02/20
Porcelain Morning
Porcelain morning, watch how we shine
Look over the valley, fragile in light
Porcelain morning, I’m feeling so fine
Rid all that has happened
Let the sun rinse our stains, as we leave the dead in the night
Porcelain morning, silk down the stream
Your hair smells of smoke and hands of kerosine
Porcelain morning, I feel all that is good
And see minds are sick
But sight turns to shutter, when you even mutter a word
Porcelain morning, temptation is high
A shell of corrosion; guilty served is right
Porcelain morning, will the dead grip our lives?
Beginning is bathing
Velvet, it dawns, as we are reborn again.
10:49 pm, 20/04/20
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Sweet Little Thing
04:26
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Sweet Little Thing
From the entrance of tomorrow
She looks so beautiful
I sat, despised and canonised
Those little games at play
Now fly, baby fly and falling from the sky
I landed right in front of her with open hands and begging eyes
It was last time I saw you
Painted in the guilt of past
Decaying and persuading
Destroying all the hope you held
So what can now be said
When what's left is only made of dust?
When all we had were scraps
Just disguised in foreign lust
With arms bent behind my back
She chokes and pokes and prods at me
For I would do most anything
To hear you speak and moan and sing
My heart it beat just like a drum
Stone cold right when she was done
Pierce my skin with those blue eyes
I screamed and cried out for my life
It was last time I saw you,
Painted in the guilt of past
Decaying and persuading
Destroying all the hope you held
So what can now be said
When what's left is only made of dust?
When all we had were scraps
Just disguised in foreign lust
Fade in, fade out
Come up, come down
Because you use me and you bruise me
But you'll never want me now
Fade out
The time will come when I'll see you round
But that time just can't be now
8:59 pm, 07/10/19
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Homage to the Stoic Man
04:10
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Homage to the Stoic Man
Let the organ ring
Of these mounting brown brick walls
Weeping women kneel, crippled by the truth
And they will lie, right where he lays
And they will lie, right where he lays
He lives on in the past
Her divine love always stays
How nature is so harsh, for this loss will bring decay
And they will lie, right where he lays
And they will lie, right where he lays
Lying there so still, I see you
Lying there so still, I see you
Lying there so still, I see you
Lying there so still, I see you
Lying there so still, I see you
11:45 am, 02/06/20
Initially written in 2018.
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Godspeed
04:54
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Godspeed
All I see is mud, skies of smoke set alight
Bodies line the fence, fearing all that’s out of sight
Bill copped one just last week, do you know if he’s still alive?
Food is running thin, tell mum I’m doing alright
Godspeed, my boy
Godspeed, my boy
Godspeed, my boy
Godspeed, my boy
Orders just came in, all that you’ve sent has helped
But tomorrow we’re over the top, who will save me from this hell?
I see em in my sleep, they eat away within
Beyond what the eye can see; the wrath of a field of sin.
Godspeed, my boy
Godspeed, my boy
Godspeed, my boy
Godspeed, my boy
In the field of sin;
Days we marched towards the growing beast, others called him the field of sin
The stench of the dead crippled us, as soon we assumed its place in the field of sin
Friends are lost to the days, it seems seconds hold greater control than man in the field of sin.
They say, “we’re home by Christmas,” but not even a body bag will save us from this field of sin
Never, we leave the field of sin
Never, we leave the field of sin
Lyrics written, May ‘20
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Six Feet Under
06:26
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Six Feet Under
I called her name through the hills; a place where smiles lived
Running through the flatlands was freedom that she missed
Breeze seeps through the boards, tornadoes grow from wind
Effort can only last, if there’s something more to give
Sounds of silence deafening, as the signs became clear
We’re blinded, by what we see, when it’s all we’ve ever known
You never said a word to me, as his hand was around your throat
Stains of tears lit the way down a falling gravel road
She said, “Don’t come round here looking like that, when you stormed out of this place,”
“Don’t come round here looking like that, when you’ve got those cuts on your face,”
“And don’t be speaking my name like that, when you left, without a trace,”
“Don’t be leaving me here so long, when I cannot rid this taste.”
Walking down to the river, beneath the fog of early morning
A fingered name drawn in the mud said there was nothing for her
Plagued by ruins of maternity and ignored all the good that could come,
I know you tried
Water is rising up to your neck, as peace, it pulls from the bottom
For the sin of nature will always last, but in the depths it is forgotten
The letters were clear, when I left from here, you still came knocking on my door
Your window was open and the locks were broken
The sheets were tossed and the mirror spelt my name in red, saying, “Goodbye, friend.”
You’ve given up, I know you tried
It was just too much
I know you tried
4:00 pm, 17/04/20
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Iron King
05:20
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Iron King
My head’s on fire from these wild dreams
A red river boils, from the air of their screams
My head’s on fire from these wild dreams
Porcelain beauty, of a gut-wrenching Queen
I’ll be your Iron King, I’ll love you, I’ll fuck you and I’ll do anything
To be your Iron King, I’ll pour this blood and more to be free
What a lovely face in a vicious dream
I ripped the man out of all her fiends
What a lovely face in a vicious dream
Her head in my hands and brought to her knees
I’ll be your Iron King, I’ll love you, I’ll fuck you and I’ll do anything
To be your Iron King, I’ll pour this blood and more to be free
A cloudy day, bring me your worst under thunder and rain
A future unseen; no longer we suffer, the wrath of the Queen
I’ll be King
I am your Iron King, will you love me, will you fuck me, will you do anything?
I am your Iron King, will you pour your blood and cut down the seams?
A cloudy day, off with their heads beneath thunder and rain
A future unseen; rest assurance from the wrath of your
Iron King
8:41 pm, 02/06/20
Initially written in 2018.
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