Ancient Sadness for the New Age

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OLD NIGHTMARES FOR THE NEW AGE

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A graveyard held in the arms of black fabric
Eternally dark, as embracing as a mother, it beds and devours
A shadow reflects over my weeping existence
A door fashioned with yellow flowers calls to me
I answer it, i attempt to move inside, my heart pounds

A figure reveals it’s face
A glass that holds the lights,
Colored in the most ambiguous way
I make no move, i can’t

Mind is burning
As it was an ancient library
Lines seems to be blurring

Water moves it’s essence through veins
Tainting the dying arts
Wood responds with speaking loud, in agony
Damning the earth to mortality

THE MOON CREATURE

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It’s a cold night and the lights are out
I feel free, influenced by the fake laughs of humanity
They won’t end what they’ve started back in the war
Axe is covered in blood and it just won’t come out
I can try my hardest to erase the past but it will last

Nobody needs to look back but it will leave a scar
I wish i was a believer so that i could pray for you
At cold nights, like this one
I wish to reach out and lay my hand upon thy face
I won’t try, never felt worthy enough
To bless you and give you the clear path
I can only wish you good luck

But she just woke up
The moon is as empty as i was last night
But you can rely on her light
And you can believe that
She will lead you out
To your eternal peace and your place in the sky

OLD NIGHTMARES FOR THE NEW AGE
A graveyard held in the arms of black fabric
Eternally dark, as embracing as a mother, it beds and devours
A shadow reflects over my weeping existence
A door fashioned with yellow flowers calls to me
I answer it, i attempt to move inside, my heart pounds

A figure reveals it’s face
A glass that holds the lights,
Colored in the most ambiguous way
I make no move, i can’t

Mind is burning
As it was an ancient library
Lines seems to be blurring

Water moves it’s essence through veins
Tainting the dying arts
Wood responds with speaking loud, in agony
Damning the earth to mortality


ELECTION DAY

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With scabs on your pride
And a limp in your stride
You were always okay, but you were never alright
Cigarette’s burning
Rabid dog on a leash
Trades in his misery for a comfy disease

Symptoms begin
The notions of sin
You are my enemy, if you are not my friend
These boots were made for marchin’
And that’s what they’ll be doin’
If you’ll just hate me, then i can hate you
Give me the pass and i’ll brek or make you

And the hammers and sickles litter the streets
You tell yourself it’s better to be safe than be free
Weighed down by holes, right under your skin
Each one shaped just like what you could have been
Let man or vermin seize the day
For what is the difference anyway?

So we fight to exist
Ideals buried in fists
Been a cancer too long, we’ll cut out the cyst
Shuffeling forms
To a sirens song
If you wanna get in uniform, we’ll play along
Hit us as if you’re misinformed

I feel the allure
Of a future that’s pure
I’ll kick you out of paradise, then i’ll be damn sure
These boots were made for marchin’
And that’s what they’ll do
I’ll make a perfect world for me, and me too

As i see all the swastika’s, priding the street
Remind myself that it’s better to be safe than be free
I cry for a savior, but god isn’t there
Shrieks of something innocent is all i can hear
So will man or vermin seize the day?
You have to pick one, and they all say

This isn’t rape, it is love
This isn’t rape, it is love
This isn’t rape, it is love
………
So men or vermin seized the day
And what was the difference anyway?


SHOTGUN TO MOUTH

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A woman with pretty lips,
A friend with clever wits
A piece of the peace
That even the deceased seems to seize
Couldn’t lift my spirits up,
Cheer me up for a day

A lover with a warm embrace
A brother with his welcoming face
A tiny bit of the comfort
That everybody seems to get once in a while
Couldn’t hold my hand, could’ve never
Lift me up from this place

A place with dim lights
Fashioned with ash and smoke
Boiling up, feeding the smell
A castle of my own cold understanding
Of what i deserve, or managed to get
Could’ve never left this bless


A VIRGIN GOAT

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When the lines were blurry
Between who we were, could be
Grass we hid in covered our sins

We felt freedom
Through painted glasses
Now there’s fire in the gardens
Glass is broken, revealing our true nature
Ones with fangs never shared a prize fair
Or right

Choosing to attach chains each ones arm
Muddy taste of freedom, like wine
We didn’t know how to taste one
Just drank to get drunk
For the sake of the moonlight
So it could fool our bellies
As if it was fine blood
No lines was not freedom enough

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