Because I was asked to.

No distance too far
To kill her this time.
She's a child of the stars
Who's ill with mankind.

When your porceline face
Becomes a glass jaw
And the ape on your back
Has it tattered and raw,
Blind and unspoken,
I'll still adore
Marred black and broken,
Your mystic form.

Though I've never seen her blood
I trust it still may flow
In that lush, untainted flood
My love will always grow.

On Criminals and Dreaming

Now I'm getting advice from this concrete sage

He seems to know more about life, love and rage.

From behind that glass his telephone his lifeline

His next 48 years like 40 000 lifetimes.

The bastard telling me what life is,

I silently shudder and noisily list

Or what it isn't with all time for life deprived

No regrets is not really alive.

But keep them small and try to survive;

"You can't put rain back in clouds, while times passes by."

Dare to dream, son. That's what they say.

But I can't define a "her", let alone "they."

But still "they" feed me lies about keeping my dreams

They quietly add, as colour bursts at my seams,

"Try to keep them small and try to survive."

No questions, no answers, all lying aside.

Give and Take, A response to a call

My brother, my brother,

I've been told that's no way to live,

When you put the needs of others,

Ahead of your own slighted tricks.

All this world's luck favors the wolverine

The callous, not the meek.

People who feed on the downfall of others,

Brother, people like me.

But when our contrived fabric of time faulters,

An angel will say as he tears down the seam

That I worked too hard on everything

To miss so much in between.

I love you almost as much as writing love songs like I did when I was 15.

2 full years we've been saying goodbye I thought as I pulled in to park

And there's been nights that there's been some chick sitting with me in my car.

How long can we say goodbye before we give up and say hello?

Before I realize you're not going anywhere and stop shooting far below.

This broad is larynx deep in the this dude's chops across the lot.

As my light's shone on their faces, she knew that she'd been caught.

I remember what it was like on those nights so what could I say,

I flashed the rock and roll horns, honked and quickly drove away.

Do you remember how it was, certain nights in certain parks?

Where we didn't know what love was but would still perfect the art.

They're not the same. They aren't. They're just not fucking good enough.

If God don't mind, I'll be there or you'll be here and life won't be so rough.

Black Wash

I said I would ease your yoke Burden me

She said she liked my pretty words

I stick to what I know I said and if your time affords

Remember me Remember me as I am reclaimed by the black wash sea.

The Plunder of the Heathland

And when we ride, we ride,

Freedom on our tongues and murder on our minds.

And when we pray, we pray

That the butchery will end our subjugation in some way.

The ground breaks and shakes

As our armored beasts

Surge forward towards something

That we can neither fight nor retreat.

The fruit of their fury was known that day

40, 000 men dead, their broken trust waylaid.

The dust of the earth falls on 40,000 shallow graves

That no man under the seven suns shall ever be a slave.

Things I've learned

In my life as a closet nihilist punk,

I've learned a few things between getting high and drunk.

Leopard print jackets are never okay.

You can kill a successful man's family,

But touch his wallet and get blown away.