Am I a Slave?

I’m infected by your genetics
I’m infected by your genetics
And I don’t think that I can be fixed
No, I don’t think that I can be fixed
Tell me why, oh why are my genetics such a b*tch?

It’s this blood condition
Damn this blood condition!
Mother can you hear me?
Thanks for the disease!
Now I am sequestered
Part of the collection
That’s what is expected when you are infected

How much of it’s genetics?
How much of it is fate?
How much of it depends on the choices that we make?
He says I have her eyes, did I also inherit his shame?
Is heredity the culprit?
Can I stop it, or am I a slave?

Skeletons Of Society

Minutes seem like days
Since fire ruled the sky
The rich became the beggars
And the fools became the wise
Memories linger in my brain
Of burning from the acid rain
A pain I never have won

Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

Useless in hell

Who’ll ride this dying carousel?

Four rusted horses strangled by their own rope

What children love is singing

“we’ll know that their tied hearts sit broke”

That their tied hearts sit broke

Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral

To make sure that I stay dead

Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral

To make sure that I stay dead

You can’t take this from me (forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell)

Chaos

Violent chaos haunting me
Mirror of countless human tragedies
Times of horror, constant lies
Totalitarians autocracy’s demise
Fake peace a necrologue for the elite
Brutality among the weak
While children die for Armageddon victory’s breed
This necrologue for the elite
Like raging beasts among the sheep
While flags are waving everywhere
They scream

Hordes of chaos
Hordes of chaos
Everyone against everyone – chaos
Hordes of chaos
Hordes of chaos
Everyone against everyone – chaos

With nothing more to come

Mudslides and suicides
Earthquakes and gamma rays
Devilish acts of God above
Carried to heaven by a dirty white dove

And in the corner there’s a broken man
His fingers are on the trigger now
And as the smell of dying embers
And rusty strings on his bow

Yeah, we must aim for the stars and we are gonna get up high
We must build another tower and make it though the fires
We must sail the seven seas now the water abound
We shall cease the deceased until the angels come around
With noting more to come…

Die Cry Why Die

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around

I thought that I heard you Crying
I thought that I heard you Scream
I think I thought I saw you Die

Now Ive said too much

The limits of the dead!

Go tell your classes, go dig you graves
Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save
Sinking in, getting smaller again
Undone, it has begun, I’m not the only one

And the rain will kill us all
If we throw ourselves against the wall
But no one else can see
The preservation of the martyr in me

Psychosocial, psychosocial, psychosocial

Who needs another mess, we could start over
Just look me in the eyes and say I’m wrong
Now there’s only emptiness but I’m missing something
I think we’re done, I’m not the only one

Im not gonna care

My flaws are the only thing left thats pure
Cant really live, cant really endure
Everything I see reminds me of her
God I wish I didnt care anymore
The more I touch, the less I feel
Im lying to myself that its not real
Why is everybody making such a big fuckin’ deal?
Im never gonna care anymore