By Jeff Sloan
Menace me with your minds creation.
Bent by your infernal aggravation.
Cut my guts out with your razor wit and style.
Possibly, you are the only one who can.
Shape my future on your torture table.
Fatten me with the same old fable.
Bleed my veins over everything I needed.
Possibly, you are the only one who can.
And it’s the same blind cycle I was living in.
Whore me as a child, I don't believe in sin.
Say the word and my world comes crashing down again.
I'd give you anything...
gave you everything...
And still I could not win!
Hang me up in your barbed hooks and speeches.
Spear me again, but spare me what you would try to teach us.
There isn't a land alive where you haven't spread your fear.
Possibly, you are the only one who can.
Our destiny, or a destructive master plan?
A better way, or our ashes in your hands?
Forced to believe.
Made to bleed
and to see...
that there is no hope for man.
***
Thanks again for reading! Hmmm...not very cheery is it? - Well, sometimes you gotta share the dark thoughts too...part of the responsibility of being an artist;) Think on it. We're playing lemmings to these banks and businesses - the financial ponzi scheme might be phony, but the chasm we're about to fall into is all too real. Think about it, I for one think we all need to become less complacent. Still, try to maintain the smiles on your faces. Nobody said revolution HAS to be miserable...
Ever Yours'
J.S.