Neath To Under
My circumference is death, my faith is my punishment, i have to walk alive - I render my back to the knife - I salute the soldiers lost to the dead, i break the crust, butter my blade, i do not dread - The judge have been juried, i can never move a note to be purer - I clever for you to understand, the gun in my hand, only triggers on this land - My brains will portray the painting on the wall, my mouth will myth the explosion to the call - The bones which bonds my brains to my skull, will carpet the fall with a dull - The sound to thunder, the clouds will tear, the rain will pain the neath to under
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2 Many Faces
Congest life by the shaft just to feel what is alive - dark is the night which carries the cloak of black, but refuse to wear what was tied to grey - Proof of guilt is the sin which is build, what is the trick if i am the owner of the bricks - my castle rise high into the skies with windows of lies - My heart was ripped, torn from my chest, the beat was replace with a twig and a thorn - What flames in my fire is the memory, the one cast to the shade of yesterday, before the tomorrow of today - By the end of my grave rakes the spade of ace, i am the king of the losers, my joker is in the race with 2 many faces.
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Xyz
Once was, never the better by worse -
Adopted by the attitude which is used by the rich -
Stones are stones, yet they carry gold -
Why do we exchange to letter the poor, poor -
Struggle becomes normal, rags dressed to be formal -
Food is the sacred passage whereby some have to survive -
That which is thrown away by you as useless -
Builds another mans house -
A home, protection for his family -
What will be the outcome, to standby to fly -
And the rest of the humans die -
Of hunger, starvation is an equations -
One does not equal the other -
Rich does not equal poor -
XYZ
Yet, without the poor you will be dead
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Hostile By Virus
The only love, known to unknown, my hate smite to the spirit reflected from ice - My number bounce off the roll, the blades which cuts the dots on a six sided dice - By the playground, fenced in with sorrow, the bees can tolerate what is seen, stung for a sting - The weight of men, measured by birth, again and again, ten into ten - Endless, never lifeless to present less to the lessor - The wealth of a planet, she was deceived, the cost is the multiplying of the host, Hostile by Virus - Humans are the greatest of thieves, what do we achieve - Sorrow in gold, oil which we war over and our souls which are sold
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The Prize
Hammer, to be given, will you remove the nails -
The ones extending passed my past -
Straight through my grave -
Straight through my coffin -
The gale which blows, the wind to freedom -
The breeze will be a treasure -
My breath a breathe of pleasure -
The look across the set of bars,
Locked into the windows to your mind -
The vehicle of guilt is the lesson, very hard to pay -
Craving what you like, the goal at the end -
To be free inside you prison -
Will you have the will, shall i to the will of shall -
Be the one, to win what was never won -
Lost to yourself without a prize -
The sign seized -
That is the price
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Possession
The first star which appears in the morning -
I look deep into your eyes -
I love the surprise -
I see more in the expression on your face, by the blue crystal display in the skies -
By your touch the flowers bloom, the stars quake as they rise with the moon -
Watch the moon -
Watch her subside in the sky -
Wink a kiss to receive a wish -
She shines to sparkle at night -
With the stars she lights the ways of the milky, bright by sight -
Will she surrender a spoon -
Will she be tender at noon -
Alone she floats in the dark -
But together, we will steer her clear from fear -
Our passion -
Is our transgression -
Love is our possession
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What You Get
The machines of metal is driven by war, the gears are turning into the most gruesome of fears - Nuclear destruction by the hands of men, over and over, again and again - Bombs which litter the clear blue skies, fatherless children to the innocent which dies - Hate is bred by the lack of respect, the lack of respect is the hate which is bred - Armies of the damned bleeds on the blood soaked sand, burning fires flames on this savage land - Victory is signalled by the bones of the dead, what you read is the lies told, the truth will not be told and will never be said - When blood flows rivers red, death is true and that is what you get
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Circle
Inside the circle, the one which burns holes into holes -
I walk around and around -
I feel cold in the warmth of ice -
I am heated by the cold which flames -
The fire of my mind -
Understand what was lost -
Understood what was found -
Blood which drips off my wrists -
Profoundly annoyed by the sound -
Pain gathers out of a cloud -
Whispers of a knife strapped to my hand -
I dare not to look down -
I feel the rain on my feet -
Vertigo signals my defeat -
I want to see black inside what is displayed -
What I feel is the arms which envelopes my soul -
She is screaming fumes -
She wants me to step in grey -
I refuse -
But I do as she say
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Nightmare
The wire wrapped around my head, is square by the rectangle - Brassed by monkey, not to sneak a peak, another excuse for you not to see - Eyes on fire by the witches stitch, gold plated teeth, diamonds for the rich - Earthly possessed by the belongings of your mind, eager by greed while the poor starve by hunger less feed - The equation by which creatures survive, the hunted are killed, prey for the hunter - Kings and queens are visibly unseen, who is the maker and what was created - Beg your prayers to relief your sin, by day i live life inside the nightmare - without any sinister believes to care, what wants out is not what i let in
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Married To Me
What is blacker than black -
To what black attacks -
Inside the black painted to my back -
Arrow the quiver to the bow -
Bend the target around my head -
Through my heart -
Breaks my hate -
Not to defeat -
The stake axed to my veins -
Vined by venom -
Nails hammered into my coffin -
Do you hear the whispers -
Six feet to 6 -
Dark by deep inside my grave -
The place by the length -
To my grace of disgrace -
Sing the angels demon songs -
Of my rights to play with wrong -
That is not my song -
The one which bleeds only greed -
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