Recreant deeds In lightless places They pick my bones And hide their faces They pick my bones And sing their praises (With) no heart of our own Still forced to take it Into minds and onto hands I set my seed at zero I object to your demands The dull ache of twisting space Grinding teeth Devouring mouths to mutter, Words without grace What lies beneath.... ....The ocean of ideas? Shame or repentance? Curled up and ready to strike Until the earth has perished And once again, Ready to create something like... ...You and I Ritual re-enactment In selfsame glory Reliving life's every wing I shred my memories To no longer think Down the bottomless pit Sink dignity sink What story is there to tell? God taught his children to hate
Onwards my journey to hell What was my fatal mistake? A liberty that will never acquit, Eating me up bit by bit Something I came to depend on Once adored, but now gone Don't fear the frown From the tongue-washed disdain Don't hear the slander When no one remains Don't wear no crown When they shout your name Don't carry the burden Don't suffer the blame When every side is met ...To no purpose, For a consciousness in debt How I hung upon these thoughts Of a flawed life's rightful duel, To encounter what come may And forever suffer through... One's own beating heart Forced to separate From the one you love ...And ever so desperate For a fresh start No virtue paid to solve regret ...All but wishes, but nothing yet