just a game

conker the world and the what do you do?
live as a king?
live the dream?
the game is better then the achievement
soome one is always thinking it
not long untill actions are breached
and you suffer like every one else did
under your sheets
you'll find it hard to breath
eat your luscious food
you'll find to be fools food
arrogaunts will elude
subside and enforces the lies
every one wants to win
no ones ready to loose
you've one the game now
just be ready for the next
the difficulty has raised

modern day beast

i am a despicable monster
with a hunger that wont quench your laughter
i travel through one way streets
that consist only with fire and shines of cancer survivors
the bus takes me every day
to a destination that im forced upon
under societys prosecution
it only saddens global array
shove pins in between my shins
and needles under my skin
when i sing
its a release of the horror that lies with in
with every passing day
i become insane
like the beast that teaches me it's ok

i can't begin to take in the trouble i might of caused today
because thats his way
to out date culture
to change the train of thought
and lay land mines
to trape us in HIV stains
live by drip every fucking day
tell every one its ok
when we have no idea what to say
with every breath
we slowly fade away
constantly rewriting every page
to fufill this dull age
with a silver lock
padded chains
six feet of earth
a layer of shit from the upper class pricks
i hope every one sees bliss through their eyes
insted of grains of sand
from this dormant craze of ignorance and rage
there is always room to accept change
but not to the outlook on how we behave

howling wolf

when your speechless and words mean nothing except for somethibng to say
the mind is rotten from nights astray
kind words are like childrens play
when first impressions mean most
mentality is like a circus attire
unpredictable and less admirable
scale the hunger and pleasure
eat the worm, its natures ideal
a hawks hunger takes what it can get
when your bowls are full of butterflies
they'll seperate the sky
consume the sun
brighten your stay
the stars look better futher away
a passage from a dead mans ways
destroy the lines of principal
that keep people sane like the humble dame
happyness is what you make it
day by day we continue to stray
each passing day we continue to loose pocket change
no chance to correct the mistakes
soon the children will have no where to play
so what will make ones day?
simple pleasures and some one to take you away
to a dimension that doesn't exist
untill you can simulate into todays release

sons of the stars

The constant stance
of the shapeshifting dance
from the lands
of those who define
equal chance
alone and hopefull
for a infnite future
in the year of tomorrow
the surplus of the hollow
deadly composed dilemma
shit faced arrogaunt contender
failing endeavor
the torment of never
to slowly sever

the sails are to be raised high
to be realesed into the sky
but the suns to bright
our skins too tight
our organs are intwined
and they're starting to dine
on their own kind
too much liability and pride
destroyed the idea of repent
respect was indefinite so
they gage the world for more time
the expectation was always to lie
the exceed the concrete slate
flourish to the point
where they could say good bye
to the picked gate
the idea is to great
yet selfish to the entire fleet
the sincere set up a plan
with the stars
to banish the scars
the stars thought ahead
every one is a threat
no one can prove wrong their dept
they would throw away the keys
send the body's through as tears
offer the mess as a meal for a king
so give it to player
the man who looks better
then the lucid stranger
that carrys no danger 

The moon strives
to take his prize
the world sighs
his lover is lost
his passion has droppedd
one life for the next
just like the old inscribed text
he offers himself
as a meal to the rest
on the hopes and dreams
of the falling design
of what "god"
called human life