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The firing squads are over, now here the meat wagon comes. Under a bright sky and a burning sun. Whatever power has been sought, again only death has won. Whichever tyrant lost his head, promise me that you'll be careful. Careful to not fall in love with your enemies, for when you fight monsters it's at the risk of becoming one yourself. Yes, I saw two revolutionaries, wildest of the wild, one stood against the wall while the other pulled the trigger. And as bullets ripped flesh apart one dream died as the other forgot. So these are the killing fields, where none are left alive, where we sleep to the sound of sharpening knives. Where mass graves are dug for the piles so high. Becoming fascist, becoming enemy

Those bastards make me feel
like clubbing baby seals
and killing dying species.
Fuckers make me feel
like sinking crowded ships
and O boy; I could use a fist fight,
eye wound. Knife fight.
I’ll slide in my best suit

All my selfpointed rage towards weakness that surrenders to violence. Fire against fire. I'm so sick of hearing the same words again and again. Continuously unaffected we. Substitute for what she can't give him, his ideals built and made. Pride that wont be rejected.

We are dreams build on sand. build on sand.

We are nightmares. undisturbed by conscience. When this image cracks it leaves a million empty lies in us.

We live by the image and serve the ideals. Does an unshaved leg make a woman disgusting? If so, Why? We die by the image.

Lost your tracks in Jerusalem and wept at the wall with its many cracks and leaks; those lines of flight. In the ruins of Babylon I sift through crumbling parchment and ashen scrolls. Trains led me through Istanbul, the Ukraine and Roma lands. Spend a night outside this cage, you'll learn to love the hand that feeds you. I drank bitter black tea in the first light of mourning unlived lives, unheard prayers. I got lost in St. Petersburg as I scoured the rooms of the Winter Palace. Out here it's all waiting time. Right here it's all weeping time. Amber tears and fossil prints. Trains led me through Istanbul, the Ukraine and Roma lands. Spend a night outside the cage, you'll learn to love the hand that feeds you. I lost you to Jerusalem when you seeped through the cracks and leaks to become a line of flight. Say my name, say it, say my name, say it, say it, say it. You'll find me searching the archives for gentle hands and loving arms. Kiss my neck and tell me to have no fear. Make me feel like I could belong here.

On a scale from straight to gay,I guess I'm a perfect bi.
All the bigots of this world could never make me deny what I feel, when I see a great ass and a pair of shinning eyes.
If I believed in God, I'm sure I'd have a seat in paradise for being straight with myself.

For God doesn't care who you love, as long as you lvoe. And by the way. God only loves God so I'll love how I choose to. If you tell me I'm just a heaten hedonist, I will tell you I think we're not hedonist enough.

Without desire we fill our lives with nothing.
So much to win. So little to lose. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, it goes on and on and 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, our numbers grow.

Those who have none will have even less,
so those who have can take everything.
Those who need suffer from the greed
of the mouth that swallows more than it can eat.
Those kicked from above will kick those below,
those who work the fields don't reap what they sow.
Those who run wll run faster yet,
so gravediggers will have much work ahead.

Summon the crows and call the maggots. Dear rectum, you make up my grave. Fire exits blocked and all lines on hold at the emergency hot line. Happiest Thing Alive, happy as I can be. Oh God I think that's me. Dead Senegalese and broken boats in the Spanish brine while you bluff your way through civil disobedience class. That gang rape, she asked for it. Happiest Thing Alive. happy as I can be. Oh God I think that's me. And it feels so good to be the Happiest Thing Alive. Dear Sir, you're so fucked up. It might make you anxious. It should make the Happiest Thing Alive, happy as I can be. Oh God I think that's me. And it feels so good to be the Happiest Thing Alive. Will it get much better, can it get much better? It won't get much better than this. Summon the crows, call the maggots.

Running, nothing but running, just running, nothing but running.
We are the guards, we are the sentinels.
We are the police and we are the bureaucrats. We are the workers so we are the replacables and exposables.
Running, nothing but running. A slight unease and a nervous smile make less than minimum wage for buffering between the upper and lower classes. Not until we, who struggle for our petty privelage, stop chasing empty goals can we set our own pace.
Running, nothing but running, just running, nothing but running.

The damage I've wrought, the death that I've brought, the pain I support, all makes a sordid mirth of my good intentions. For every 'yes' a thousand 'no's' and for every dam that I tried to built there is a promise of flooding and a memory of the ocean. Once I thought it for the best to never, ever give up and I still do think it for the best to never, ever give up. Hopelessly so, for every good reason just sounds like a bad excuse. O, I've grown weary of saying no, but friends it's all I've had. Only nails in flesh, nails in wood, a crown made of barbed wire. Still at the end of day all that remains is bitter shame of having survive by compromise as others die. Bitter shame. Once I thought it for the best to never, ever give up and I still do think it for the best to never, ever give up, give up, give up. I hope I die before the day when I have to give up, give up, give up. Give up. If you choose the burder is it still a burden, even if it taekes your life? The fool and the martyr are bred of the same soil. Who can tell us apart?

Where dying and loneliness speak the same language being on my knees no longer appeals to me. Your saviour walked away so who do you blame? And as you fade all this waiting becomes wasted time. 'Let's burn' I said 'as bright as we can!' - but did you ever agree? So there you stand with a smile as an excuse and an apology at hand. So there you stand. You've let your knives go dull and your guns rust. You're like me. Verdener ender med de lá¦ber pᥠmin hud. Hans rystende krop oven pᥠmin. Et suk fortá¦ller historien om et liv dá¦kket i sveden og tá¥ren. Hvor langt er tiden gá¥et siden vi har elsket sidst? En nat? Et sekund? Eller et liv? For mig fá¸les det som en evighed. 'It all amounts to nothing'. Now there is no rest in my sleep, no comfort in my dreams. Your body disappears right under my hands. Right under my lips your body disappears. These hopes lead nowhere. No reason to go on. But I still have my will to live. Live.

hey can build golden cages for us all to live in. They can make beds of silk, cuddle us in sheets soft and thin. Dress us in a tender caress, comb our hair with care and lift us from the dirty soil. Soothe us with delicate oil. They can cook us tasty meals, sugar and salt, but cannot make our hunger for real freedom halt. Go ahead, make a wall to divide us, it won't keep us apart. Try to teach us biased history, we'll swear to never forget. Firm hands pour cups of hemlock, but can't force us to drink. They may control our space and time, but never how we think. Let every wasted seed of desire become a beautiful flower. Watch it unfold hour by hour, rise higher an higher. We pay for lives with our deaths, everything im between should be free.