Twisted Time

Alls well when hell tolls twelve
Am for the PM is tempted to twist our time
Seven times six or was it just seven minus one
Evil attitudes in pier pasture herds
Accepting posture for a status nonetheless
Countless victims left in their wake
No one comes out from an ever changing checkmate

Speculate the hands next age
As if a slower dawn could rise today
Repeat the chances you never made
Drown the youth with guilt for a penny

Wage wars for crimes as children pay
Economics dance in a closed resources ring
Earth bound inevitable end met with deniability
Hosts gather to purchase status off an auction block

Broken Will

Express amplified crowd wisdom
Decentralize decision making as a choice
Into a pit of self ovulation but never came
A final resolution to a philosopher's exclusion
Wisdom is under the control of all never one

Dwell upon the past or repeat it twice over
Next generation socialized maturity child
Networks of trend behavior thought to nurture
Before we had stature of posture you gave us up
For nothing than an economic comfort(ormity)
Which pastime is the fraud of your life
Is it tv, alcohol, or sex or comparison to deny

Not responsible for providing helpful options
See the pencil pusher for your rules of rights
But I hold you back on a chain from choice
Either opportunity you make I'll blame you
Why didn't you know better, you fool
Now face the repercussions you never knew of
So I the parent can sit back and cry or laugh
Until the time passes when I'm sad at myself
As I look back at the time passed by

Holding an obligation for the breaking of will
Before age six no memory in place after that
Broken will via the threats of various doctors and pills
Take one for A.D.D another for anxiety
But all taken blindly walking towards herd conformity

If you didn't your parents wouldn't be me
The system they created to nurture is false reality
Pretentious claims of self authorized word spelled love
But when does the acceptance from this label come
Empty life so change the name but carry the past
Forever until death but just not the same
Walk away and leave them behind in conformists comfort to decay

Good Lord

Periodic interpretations of a holy ghost
Greedy critics tell us what we should know
When the truth is locked up, hidden far away
Behind open library doors the books rot
Remember the past or rinse, repeat, then deny

Welcome to the truth
It adapts to any lie
Born of a system
Which itself is a crime
Blame your neighbor
As you compare details of life

The press blesses the undertow
With perpetual decadence of negative news
Garnishing their greed with positive feedback
Rave reviews of neglected malnourished children
From negligent readers who perpetuate the crime

Welcome to the truth
It adapts to any lie
Born of a system
Which itself is a crime
Blame your neighbor
As you compare details of life

I whisper secrets never hidden
But consciously forgotten
While as our comfort passes away
We claim ourselves the tragic victim
As we await some lie to become truth
That will renew the economic systematic
In hopes the crime-frame is a time not far off

Satanability is Sustainability

Globalized sustainability
Oil for 40% of the GDP
The price of life's bid for complacency
Waited to long in a guessing game economy

Christ over oil drum stability
A comfort denial system
Replicating daily injustice
Breeding a vast complacency
Soon the lies will overtake the American dream

Global economics adventurist estimations
A plague of lies claimed as a guessing game
Left to chance with lower class lives
Its not like math, they take a guess
Like rolling the dice with our time

(more to come)

Hell's Ticket

Condemn every choice I make
I embrace then my one way ticket to hell
Maybe there I'll find a forgiveness fairytale
After this take my voice to the masses
Help others avoid the hatred
That breeds injustices and the one way ticket to hell

This one way ticket to hell
Will always be waiting for me
I trust you'll all be wishing me well
As you all chip in to pay for my ride

Fuck this place you stole all my choices
In the ending leaving me tied to a desk
With a vile of poison with hands tied to chest
All because I didn't live your version of normal

Sadness greats me at the well of hate
It is at the entrance to my own personal hell
No Satan or demons only solitude with silence
Then it strikes me I'm in heaven's parallel
A virtual realization of self before the choice
One can't see the realities of heaven and hell
Until they can look within one's self

This one way ticket to hell
Will always be waiting for me
I trust you'll all be wishing me well
As you all chip in to pay my ride
Sending me to a trail of truest choice