celtic_silver
aka Nathan
This will be a thread dedicated to all of my song lyrics I have written. Please bear in mind I will post them in the order I wrote them, and so there may be a few songs before the better ones. Thank you for understanding.
Oh and yes, I have posted these on some other forums.
NOTE: Due to this forum auto-merging consecutive posts, I have had to post them all in the one post. Sorry for the inconvenience, I was hoping to make them post for post with an index at the top of this one...
Oh well....
Feel free to comment.
Crazy Smile
There is a battle in my head,
will be playin' til I'm dead.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I even bother at all to try.
Seein' the shit they do,
Makes me worry a lot for you.
So I'll be fightin' for a while,
With a hell of a crazy smile.
While I might seem a rock,
there is a toll to block.
Got some scarring on my arm,
it can give ya some alarm,
looking
at
the
harmmm...
Woah,
There is a battle in my head,
will be playin' til I'm dead.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I even bother at all to try.
Seein' the shit they do,
Makes me worry a lot for you.
So I'll be fightin' for a while,
With a hell of a crazy smile.
I have many a psycho friend,
on whose help I can really depend.
I sometimes wonder why,
neither I nor they can cry.
It just goes to show,
what
the
fighting
can do to youuu...
Oh yeah,
There's a battle in my head,
will be playin' til I'm dead.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I even bother at all to try.
Seein' the shit they do,
Makes me worry a lot for you.
So I'll be fightin' for a while,
With a hell of a crazy smile.
My shirts are all getting torn,
and my jeans are getting worn.
They get damaged from the bash,
and the roadrash takes my cash.
There is many a bill,
but
greater
is
the
willll...
So,
I'll fight the battle in my head,
will be playin' til I'm dead.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I even bother at all to try.
Seein' the shit they do,
Makes me worry a lot for you.
So I'll be fightin' for a while,
With a hell of a crazy smile.
Playing til I'm dead,
Fighting until I'm bled,
I know that there is just no way
To give up this conflict anyway...
Fighting the battle in my head,
Playin' til I'm dead.
Wonderin' why,
I bother to try.
Seein' the shit they do,
Causes me to worry for you.
I'll keep it for a while,
MY BLOODY CRAZY SMILE!
No-One's War
Look around at night,
what do you see?
I see a thug or two,
staring back at me.
Getting in the midst,
a twist of the wrist,
blocking a knife,
from causing me strife,
shouldn't be like this,
dodging death's kiss.
Used to bring me down,
Now it's - that dark part of me.
This battle is no one's war,
just a bunch of thugs and poor.
There's no just cause it seems,
just a bunch of - broken dreams.
So many tough guys,
so many thugs,
why they all fight?
It sure beats me.
Some might be for money,
others for fame,
others make a difference,
some could've fooled me.
Geting whacked in the head,
blood flashes red.
Bat spins out,
causes me to shout,
shouldn't be like this,
dodging death's kiss.
It used to bring me down,
Now it's - that dark part of me.
This battle is no one's war,
just a bunch of thugs and poor.
There's no just cause it seems,
just a bunch of - broken dreams.
When will it stop,
it seems kinda pointless.
Drugs and money just aren't worth all that,
no.
This battle is no one's war,
just a bunch of thugs and poor.
There's no just cause it seems,
just a bunch of - broken dreams.
This is no one's war,
just a bunch of
broken dreams.
Draining Shell
My life ain't hard,
I'm the ace card.
I did it all before,
NOW I'VE LOST MY ROAR.
My spirit's here,
my spirit's there.
But when I look,
I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE.
I had a soul,
some time ago.
Now it's lost.
LOST WITHIN THE MESS.
Tangle of thoughts.
A waking dream.
Makes no sense,
THOUGH I SING IT EVERYDAY.
Woah,
Draining shell,
my private hell,
essence pouring,
soul ignoring,
DRAINED UNTIL THE END.
I do what's right.
Is it real-ly?
Question myself,
I got a burning feel-ing.
My will binds me,
to make me, me.
Not to sure,
if it's supposed to be.
Just gotta wonder,
WHAT'LL HAPPEN...
IF IT FAILS?
Woah,
Draining shell,
my private hell,
essence pouring,
soul ignoring,
DRAINED UNTIL THE END.
Draining shell,
my private hell,
essence pouring,
soul ignoring,
DRAINED UNTIL THE END.
Song For the Fallen (Vigilante's requiem)
Where are they now?
Those who fought beside us.
Where are they now?
Those who fought alone.
Where are they now?
The Champions.
Where are they now?
They fell...
They fell for the cause.
A man from Sydney.
He knew what was right.
Trusted his beliefs,
and man could he fight.
For justice he yearned,
but then as he turned,
took a knife through his back,
And death he had learned.
Where are they now?
The Warriors of our time.
Where are they now?
The Bringers of change.
Where are they now?
The Strong of heart.
Where are they now?
They fell...
They fell for the cause.
Knew a guy from the 'burbs,
a plank he could weild,
til into his brain,
a knife was then meld.
Many did miss him,
others did cry.
Following his example,
others will try.
Where are the heroes,
where are the mighty,
Where are the warriors,
blood stained unsightly?
Where are they now?
For what did they fight?
They fought for their homes,
and what they thought right.
They destroyed monsters,
of society.
Drugg-ed fiends,
Cor-rupt hogs,
and Beasts of nature,
with a war on peace.
Where are the heroes,
where are the mighty,
Where are the warriors,
blood stained unsightly?
They were the best,
and they were the worst.
The fallen,
the example,
the truth.
Where are they now?
My Private Wonderland
I look around,
I see so many,
many shiny things.
Broken glass,
aluminium foil.
Treasures indeed,
for a guy like me.
I sit in my nest,
drinking my necter.
I gaze through the fog,
in the room I'm in.
The room,
this room,
IS MY PRIVATE WONDERLAND
Take an orange one,
my senses are reeling.
Down with a blue,
then I can see time.
Drink the clear one,
my pain goes away.
My thoughts are a needle,
my actions the cure.
My head starts to spin,
where do I begin?
Making life easy,
though it may be quite sleasy.
I scoff a shroom,
takes me to my doom.
Either a sense of euphoria,
Or a trip to the tomb.
I've seen so much,
and yet so little.
Med behind the couch,
it looks like a skittle.
I gaze at it,
it gazes back.
one has to go,
AND IT WILL NOT BE ME
Panadol's crap,
and Nurofen's lazy,
Take them with beer,
and you'll go crazy.
They make quite the mix,
can be such a fix,
sideaffects are death,
NO, NOT LIKELY
My shiny's grow big,
they seem kinda scary,
I've had to much shit,
though I can-not be sure.
Getting ya stomach pumped,
is a painful bore.
Watching it happen,
can leave you in awe.
Go back home,
I'll sleep it off.
But then again,
tomorrow I'll find it,
MY PRIVATE WONDERLAND
School Days
Sit in a chair,
open a book.
Chewing on gum,
makes you a crook.
Act like a tool,
feel like a fool,
Getting the paper,
couldn't be straighter.
Cannot be failin',
or you'll wailin',
doomed to a life of chores.
Compulsory lessons,
jailcell sessions.
Confined like a budgie,
with both wings broken.
HAD TO,
Listen what they say,
enjoy your holiday.
When you go back,
HEAR WHAT'S SPOKEN.
Getting in trouble,
detentions would double,
put-ting us on the run.
Used to play dumb,
it was quite fun.
Til we got busted,
anyway.
Losing a tooth,
nowhere the truth.
Fighters would run and hide.
Victims would cower,
have a warm shower,
whilst bullies act-ed snide.
Compulsory lessons,
jailcell sessions.
Confined like a budgie,
with both wings broken.
WE'D,
Listen what they say,
enjoy our holiday.
When we went back,
HEAR WHAT'S SPOKEN.
When we were young,
we were rarely sprung.
Couple years later,
told we should be hung.
Fighting spree,
school community
Against the rules?
WHO CARES?
'Cos,
Punishment was kindda fun,
a day off school,
good for a run.
Off for a week,
no reward for the meek.
Repu-tation as a freak.
Compulsory lessons,
jailcell sessions.
With both wings broken,
we'd hear what's spoken.
Compulsory lessons,
jailcell sessions.
With both wings broken,
we'd hear what's spoken.
We'd know there'd be no next term.
There will be,
NO NEXT TERM
Sledge (Hammer)
HAMMER FALLS.
Perfect metaphor.
BREAKING WALLS,
Of that I'm sure.
HAMMER FALLS.
The earth trembles.
BREAKING WALLS,
A QUAKE CRESCENDO.
I feel myself falling,
falling down.
Ripped asunder,
to the CHORUS OF THUNDER.
BREAKING
Against the might of the hammer.
BREAKING
More souls destroyed.
BREAKING
To the hammers will.
BREAKING
Won't BE DESTROYED.
AND THE HAMMER FALLS.
Perfect metaphor.
BREAKING WALLS,
Of that I'm sure.
HAMMER FALLS.
The earth trembles.
BREAKING WALLS,
A QUAKE CRESCENDO.
LOST
Who am I?
AFRAID
Don't know why.
ANGRY
Why'd it happen?
FALLING, it's dire,
to the beat of FIRE.
POUNDED
Against the might of the hammer.
POUNDED
Some souls in pain.
POUNDED
To the shape of the hammer.
POUNDED
Won't BE DESTROYED.
AND THE HAMMER FALLS.
Perfect metaphor.
BREAKING WALLS,
Of that I'm sure.
HAMMER FALLS.
The earth trembles.
BREAKING WALLS,
A QUAKE CRESCENDO.
NUMB
Who was I?
UNSURE
Who am I?
RESOLVE
Gotta change soon.
DANCING, I hit my mark,
to the DANCE OF THE DARK
BROKEN
Against the might of the hammer.
BROKEN
The souls are gone.
BROKEN
To the hammer's will.
BROKEN,
IT'S BEEN DESTROYED.
AND THE HAMMER FALLS.
Perfect metaphor.
BREAKING WALLS,
Perfect metaphor.
THE HAMMER FALLS.
Perfect metaphor.
BREAKING WALLS.
Of that I'm SURE
THE HAMMER FALLS,
A QUAKE CRESCENDO.
THE HAMMER FALLS,
A QUAKE CRESENDO.
Fiery Resolve (Eyes of Flame)
Resolve,
thoughts of vengeance.
For what?
Can't be sure.
Inside,
writhing agony.
My fury...
I WILL USE
EYES OF FLAME
FISTS WILL MAIM
CAN YOU FEEL
FEEL MY INTENSITY
ITS TOO REAL
LIKE AN INFERNO INSIDE
ENGULFING ME IN
FIERY RESOLVE
I FEEL IT INSIDE
IT BURNS MY SOUL
LEAVING NOTHING
LEAVING A HOLE
I'm often happy,
rarely feelin' crappy,
I win most gambles,
and contests of skill.
But hurt my mates,
those I care about,
You'll see I got no,
NO GRIP ON MY WILL
EYES OF FLAME
FISTS WILL MAIM
CAN YOU FEEL
FEEL MY INTENSITY
ITS TOO REAL
LIKE AN INFERNO INSIDE
ENGULFING ME IN
FIERY RESOLVE
I FEEL IT INSIDE
IT BURNS MY SOUL
LEAVING NOTHING
LEAVING A HOLE
I am me,
but so is he.
The fury I use,
I often abuse.
Locked up inside,
refusing to hide,
he'll get out then with,
NO CONTROL
EYES OF FLAME
FISTS WILL MAIM
CAN YOU FEEL
FEEL MY INTENSITY
ITS TOO REAL
LIKE AN INFERNO INSIDE
ENGULFING ME IN
FIERY RESOLVE
I FEEL IT INSIDE
IT BURNS MY SOUL
LEAVING NOTHING
LEAVING A HOLE
It's too cruel,
a fighting ghoul.
Old self,
long forgotten,
It gives me pain.
Be me again,
in a while,
Til then be hid,
by a drunken smile.
Time will heal,
of that I hope,
long to be the old,
the guy, that dope.
EYES OF FLAME
FISTS WILL MAIM
CAN YOU FEEL
FEEL MY INTENSITY
IT BURNS MY SOUL
LEAVING A HOLE
EYES OF FLAME
FISTS WILL MAIM
CAN YOU FEEL
FEEL MY INTENSITY
IT BURNS MY SOUL
LEAVING A HOLE
A BURNING FIERY RESOLVE
Joker Card
Dealing out the deck of my life,
which card have I drawn?
A joker card,
philosopher and fool,
ideas both kept and torn.
I couldn't be the ace,
since I lack a single face.
Not a heart, nor a spade,
my lines they seem to fade.
I'M NOT THE ACE, NO!
I'm the joker card,
a smart arse,
a jack-of-every trade.
My legacy's a real farce.
My only claim to fame,
is that I won't play every game,
C'mon it ain't that hard.
I'm similar to a king,
in that I wear a ring,
though finery on most parts,
just really ain't my thing.
Though I don't follow,
I'm no leader, so
I'M NO KING, NO!
I'm the joker card,
a smart arse,
a jack-of-every trade.
My legacy's a real farce.
My only claim to fame,
is that I won't play every game,
C'mon it ain't that hard.
I cannot be a queen.
Wondering what I mean?
Well I look shit in a dress,
for a guy it's still a mess.
I'm a straight man,
a lady's fan, so,
I'M NO QUEEN, NO!
I'm the joker card,
a smart arse,
a jack-of-every trade.
My legacy's a real farce.
My only claim to fame,
is that I won't play every game,
C'mon it ain't that hard.
Am I a jack,
a subservient hack,
pleasing those in power?
No, I'm a fool,
I think slavery's cruel,
I'd rather have a cold shower.
I'M NO JACK, NO!
I'm the joker card,
a smart arse,
a jack-of-every trade.
My legacy's a real farce.
My only claim to fame,
is that I won't play every game,
C'mon it ain't that hard.
It really ain't that hard.
Who am I, guess?
I'm the joker card.
Who am I, mate?
I'm the joker card.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar
Being a drunk can be quite insane,
do not be fooled by other's disdain.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
Uno card poker,
the best by far.
I dance to an unseen beat,
music's not playing,
I can't feel my feet.
Breaking stuff when on the rum,
sobering up makes it seem dumb.
Pegging stuff at each other,
hope it don't hit his little brother.
A little of this, a little of that,
make you vomit, make you shat.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
Uno card poker,
the best by far.
I dance to an unseen beat,
music's not playing,
I can't feel my feet.
A random thing here,
a random thing there,
a random thing everywhere.
People get rough,
lucky we're tough,
so we have no cares.
Down that shit,
that's the stuff,
it'll be a real hit.
The red is tough,
can't have have enough,
I really, really mean it.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
Uno card poker,
the best by far.
I dance to an unseen beat,
music's not playing,
I can't feel my feet.
Oh yeah, feel my soul,
it's rock 'an' roll,
I really feel it moving.
In my gut,
a lot of booze,
the only way to snooze.
I drank some white,
it had no fight,
and therefore no meaning.
So I went to the store,
then I got more,
man, my eyes were gleaming.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
In it's own right,
makes me a star.
I danced to the unseen beat,
music wasn't playing,
I fell off my feet.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
in my own mind I am a star.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
in my head I will go far.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
delusional I raise the bar.
Wine Botle Air Guitar,
Nananana na nanana.
Blurring of the Lines
I rely on my mates.
Cause I know,
Yeah I know,
they'll never abandon,
never abandon me.
All is well,
but then I see,
I see a hole,
a hole where,
no hole should be seen.
WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY
What did I do before?
Will it ever be again,
and is it worth the mem'ry?
I really need to think,
there's desire to remember,
but was it even ever good?
WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY
I can't look to the past,
I can't look to the future,
I live for the here and the now.
Don't have a real background,
I got no real dreams,
ambition, a curse it seems...
WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY
I still draw breath,
but I wonder,
Wonder if I'm still alive.
I laugh, and I smile,
I fake it for a while,
giving out another high five.
WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY
MY LINES ARE BLURRING
Need to who I am,
LINES ARE BLURRING
Wish I knew who I was,
LINES ARE BLURRING
Can I give it all up?
LINES THEY BLUR
A new me.
A BLUR
Exorcism
There was a place in my head,
A sanctuary, my space,
my domain, my own place.
Now I'm forced to wonder...
Could I be dead?
TEARING, MINDLESS TEARING
SHAKE, SHUDDER, TWITCH,
POSSESSED,
LET ME GO
My conflict, my peace,
that voice,
told me I was me.
Now it's gone,
a habit quit,
fragile minds,
had a fit.
A FIRE, NO FLAME,
DRIVING ME,
DRIVING ME INSANE
BURNING
Crazed sanity,
infernally divine.
The thoughts of the drug,
that I had made mine.
No longer me,
but what am I,
if not a psychotic,
greatly stoned guy?
IRON WILL,
IT'S CORRODING
A HUNGER, A GREED,
I NEED IT NOT
A world more real,
though certainly duller,
a test of myself,
no reward, sure.
Once a playground,
my thoughts, now pure.
Thoughts mine,
the demon gone,
the angel left as well,
Certainly no heaven,
but surely it's no hell.
Exorcised...
Howl (Primal Mind)
Restless energy of a tireless hound,
Mind's to sharp to be put in the pound,
Placid eyes sparkle,
it's gonna be fun,
this dog's gonna go for a run.
Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.
Get hit, why?
No real reason.
Placidity fades,
rage contorts.
A fury comes out,
claws as fists,
fists as claws.
Sparkle a flame,
tail wag a howl.
New enthusiam,
appetite for destruction,
beast's furore.
Teeth bared,
temper flared,
the simple rage,
of a primal mind.
Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.
Bite back,
the rage inside.
Fight back,
frustrated mind.
Rip and snarl,
til an end is found,
end to a menace,
or an end to the hound.
Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.
Clouds go by,
moonlight returns,
as vision restores,
so do concerns.
Clawless fist,
human wrist,
warm blood trickles down.
If not a beast, colourblind,
what is there to find?
Primal mind.
Thoughts of a Beast
Watch in the shadows,
without a sound.
Ears are sharp,
as sharp as a hound.
He watches his prey,
they're predators too.
An eerie smile,
he certainly knew.
AND THEN HE GOES WILD,
taking them down,
with effort so mild.
For his nature is,
rather chaotic.
Some people might say,
a little psychotic.
But the thought of him,
is often enough.
Because when he plays,
he plays rather rough.
AND THE REST HAVE FLED,
seems the predator,
has filled them with dread.
No conflict it seems,
things should be good.
But the predator,
so hungrily,
wished to go savage,
if he could.
A SOUL CORRUPT.
Breaking free,
crazed thoughts interrupt.
Wanting some conflict,
wanting a fight.
Wanting a way to test out his might.
THEN HE THINKS OF YOU,
and begins to smile.
Sanity restored,
at least for the while.
Yes he thinks of you,
and begins to smile.
His sanity's restored,
at least for the while...
Looped
Lying on the grass,
thoughts to the cloud,
events a pattern,
chronologically round.
A moment of peace,
I find precious.
Still, wouldn't have it any other way,
No.
A life unseen,
events repeat.
It's become a dream,
an endless replaying scene.
A scene of this and that,
a scene of scattered thoughts,
a dream, though not fiction.
Think to before,
a peace of sorts,
a bunch of friendly faces.
In a few hours,
to them I'll be no more.
Still I care,
they do too.
A sincere facade,
illusion of an illusion.
Eighteen hours more,
before this dream's back to before.
A life unseen,
events repeat.
It's become a dream,
an endless replaying scene.
A scene of this and that,
a scene of scattered thoughts,
a dream, though not fiction.
Back to now, the clouds so hazy,
vision blurs,
my thoughts now lazy.
Mind goes again to what's next,
thoughts gonna be more crazy.
Dark out now, I see,
thoughts have cleared,
attitude becomes angry.
A fight amongst rivals,
few evil, none pure.
Real friends along,
together can't go wrong.
But then it rises,
sphere of gold,
back to before,
soul's left once more.
A life unseen,
events repeat.
Facade begins once more.
It's become a dream,
an endless replaying scene.
Tale's end once more.
A scene of this and that,
loops round,
a scene of scattered thoughts,
loops round.
A dream, my dream, though not fiction,
looped.
Angel of Destruction
Dead on the floor he suddenly rises,
emptiness clear in his eyes.
Looks to the other,
fear reflected,
only thing he can despise.
ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION
BLOOD STAINED WINGS
JAW HANGS TORN
DEMONIC INNOCENCE
NO CONTROL
Lurches forwards,
gaining speed,
the emptiness turns to flame.
Demonic smile,
angelic countenance.
It's clear his intent's to MAIM!
ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION
ANGRY IMMORTAL WILL
BLOOD SPILLED
CLOTHES SPLIT
SANITY GONE
His blood it flows,
but then he knows,
he cannot die,
it's how this goes.
Conflict must die,
so death he defies,
makes another rush.
ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION
DESTRUCTIVE AURA
SKIN OF WHITE
SCARLET RIVERS
A LIVING DEATH
And then he drops,
his life's been spent,
the sound of cops,
a bloody scent.
As life goes away,
few will mourn,
sky still gray,
until the dawn.
ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION
HOME AGAIN
Ongoing battle....
Lingering ideals....
Eternal conflict,
of the destructive angel.
Oh and yes, I have posted these on some other forums.
NOTE: Due to this forum auto-merging consecutive posts, I have had to post them all in the one post. Sorry for the inconvenience, I was hoping to make them post for post with an index at the top of this one...
Oh well....
Feel free to comment.
Crazy Smile
There is a battle in my head,
will be playin' til I'm dead.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I even bother at all to try.
Seein' the shit they do,
Makes me worry a lot for you.
So I'll be fightin' for a while,
With a hell of a crazy smile.
While I might seem a rock,
there is a toll to block.
Got some scarring on my arm,
it can give ya some alarm,
looking
at
the
harmmm...
Woah,
There is a battle in my head,
will be playin' til I'm dead.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I even bother at all to try.
Seein' the shit they do,
Makes me worry a lot for you.
So I'll be fightin' for a while,
With a hell of a crazy smile.
I have many a psycho friend,
on whose help I can really depend.
I sometimes wonder why,
neither I nor they can cry.
It just goes to show,
what
the
fighting
can do to youuu...
Oh yeah,
There's a battle in my head,
will be playin' til I'm dead.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I even bother at all to try.
Seein' the shit they do,
Makes me worry a lot for you.
So I'll be fightin' for a while,
With a hell of a crazy smile.
My shirts are all getting torn,
and my jeans are getting worn.
They get damaged from the bash,
and the roadrash takes my cash.
There is many a bill,
but
greater
is
the
willll...
So,
I'll fight the battle in my head,
will be playin' til I'm dead.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I even bother at all to try.
Seein' the shit they do,
Makes me worry a lot for you.
So I'll be fightin' for a while,
With a hell of a crazy smile.
Playing til I'm dead,
Fighting until I'm bled,
I know that there is just no way
To give up this conflict anyway...
Fighting the battle in my head,
Playin' til I'm dead.
Wonderin' why,
I bother to try.
Seein' the shit they do,
Causes me to worry for you.
I'll keep it for a while,
MY BLOODY CRAZY SMILE!
No-One's War
Look around at night,
what do you see?
I see a thug or two,
staring back at me.
Getting in the midst,
a twist of the wrist,
blocking a knife,
from causing me strife,
shouldn't be like this,
dodging death's kiss.
Used to bring me down,
Now it's - that dark part of me.
This battle is no one's war,
just a bunch of thugs and poor.
There's no just cause it seems,
just a bunch of - broken dreams.
So many tough guys,
so many thugs,
why they all fight?
It sure beats me.
Some might be for money,
others for fame,
others make a difference,
some could've fooled me.
Geting whacked in the head,
blood flashes red.
Bat spins out,
causes me to shout,
shouldn't be like this,
dodging death's kiss.
It used to bring me down,
Now it's - that dark part of me.
This battle is no one's war,
just a bunch of thugs and poor.
There's no just cause it seems,
just a bunch of - broken dreams.
When will it stop,
it seems kinda pointless.
Drugs and money just aren't worth all that,
no.
This battle is no one's war,
just a bunch of thugs and poor.
There's no just cause it seems,
just a bunch of - broken dreams.
This is no one's war,
just a bunch of
broken dreams.
Draining Shell
My life ain't hard,
I'm the ace card.
I did it all before,
NOW I'VE LOST MY ROAR.
My spirit's here,
my spirit's there.
But when I look,
I CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE.
I had a soul,
some time ago.
Now it's lost.
LOST WITHIN THE MESS.
Tangle of thoughts.
A waking dream.
Makes no sense,
THOUGH I SING IT EVERYDAY.
Woah,
Draining shell,
my private hell,
essence pouring,
soul ignoring,
DRAINED UNTIL THE END.
I do what's right.
Is it real-ly?
Question myself,
I got a burning feel-ing.
My will binds me,
to make me, me.
Not to sure,
if it's supposed to be.
Just gotta wonder,
WHAT'LL HAPPEN...
IF IT FAILS?
Woah,
Draining shell,
my private hell,
essence pouring,
soul ignoring,
DRAINED UNTIL THE END.
Draining shell,
my private hell,
essence pouring,
soul ignoring,
DRAINED UNTIL THE END.
Song For the Fallen (Vigilante's requiem)
Where are they now?
Those who fought beside us.
Where are they now?
Those who fought alone.
Where are they now?
The Champions.
Where are they now?
They fell...
They fell for the cause.
A man from Sydney.
He knew what was right.
Trusted his beliefs,
and man could he fight.
For justice he yearned,
but then as he turned,
took a knife through his back,
And death he had learned.
Where are they now?
The Warriors of our time.
Where are they now?
The Bringers of change.
Where are they now?
The Strong of heart.
Where are they now?
They fell...
They fell for the cause.
Knew a guy from the 'burbs,
a plank he could weild,
til into his brain,
a knife was then meld.
Many did miss him,
others did cry.
Following his example,
others will try.
Where are the heroes,
where are the mighty,
Where are the warriors,
blood stained unsightly?
Where are they now?
For what did they fight?
They fought for their homes,
and what they thought right.
They destroyed monsters,
of society.
Drugg-ed fiends,
Cor-rupt hogs,
and Beasts of nature,
with a war on peace.
Where are the heroes,
where are the mighty,
Where are the warriors,
blood stained unsightly?
They were the best,
and they were the worst.
The fallen,
the example,
the truth.
Where are they now?
My Private Wonderland
I look around,
I see so many,
many shiny things.
Broken glass,
aluminium foil.
Treasures indeed,
for a guy like me.
I sit in my nest,
drinking my necter.
I gaze through the fog,
in the room I'm in.
The room,
this room,
IS MY PRIVATE WONDERLAND
Take an orange one,
my senses are reeling.
Down with a blue,
then I can see time.
Drink the clear one,
my pain goes away.
My thoughts are a needle,
my actions the cure.
My head starts to spin,
where do I begin?
Making life easy,
though it may be quite sleasy.
I scoff a shroom,
takes me to my doom.
Either a sense of euphoria,
Or a trip to the tomb.
I've seen so much,
and yet so little.
Med behind the couch,
it looks like a skittle.
I gaze at it,
it gazes back.
one has to go,
AND IT WILL NOT BE ME
Panadol's crap,
and Nurofen's lazy,
Take them with beer,
and you'll go crazy.
They make quite the mix,
can be such a fix,
sideaffects are death,
NO, NOT LIKELY
My shiny's grow big,
they seem kinda scary,
I've had to much shit,
though I can-not be sure.
Getting ya stomach pumped,
is a painful bore.
Watching it happen,
can leave you in awe.
Go back home,
I'll sleep it off.
But then again,
tomorrow I'll find it,
MY PRIVATE WONDERLAND
School Days
Sit in a chair,
open a book.
Chewing on gum,
makes you a crook.
Act like a tool,
feel like a fool,
Getting the paper,
couldn't be straighter.
Cannot be failin',
or you'll wailin',
doomed to a life of chores.
Compulsory lessons,
jailcell sessions.
Confined like a budgie,
with both wings broken.
HAD TO,
Listen what they say,
enjoy your holiday.
When you go back,
HEAR WHAT'S SPOKEN.
Getting in trouble,
detentions would double,
put-ting us on the run.
Used to play dumb,
it was quite fun.
Til we got busted,
anyway.
Losing a tooth,
nowhere the truth.
Fighters would run and hide.
Victims would cower,
have a warm shower,
whilst bullies act-ed snide.
Compulsory lessons,
jailcell sessions.
Confined like a budgie,
with both wings broken.
WE'D,
Listen what they say,
enjoy our holiday.
When we went back,
HEAR WHAT'S SPOKEN.
When we were young,
we were rarely sprung.
Couple years later,
told we should be hung.
Fighting spree,
school community
Against the rules?
WHO CARES?
'Cos,
Punishment was kindda fun,
a day off school,
good for a run.
Off for a week,
no reward for the meek.
Repu-tation as a freak.
Compulsory lessons,
jailcell sessions.
With both wings broken,
we'd hear what's spoken.
Compulsory lessons,
jailcell sessions.
With both wings broken,
we'd hear what's spoken.
We'd know there'd be no next term.
There will be,
NO NEXT TERM
Sledge (Hammer)
HAMMER FALLS.
Perfect metaphor.
BREAKING WALLS,
Of that I'm sure.
HAMMER FALLS.
The earth trembles.
BREAKING WALLS,
A QUAKE CRESCENDO.
I feel myself falling,
falling down.
Ripped asunder,
to the CHORUS OF THUNDER.
BREAKING
Against the might of the hammer.
BREAKING
More souls destroyed.
BREAKING
To the hammers will.
BREAKING
Won't BE DESTROYED.
AND THE HAMMER FALLS.
Perfect metaphor.
BREAKING WALLS,
Of that I'm sure.
HAMMER FALLS.
The earth trembles.
BREAKING WALLS,
A QUAKE CRESCENDO.
LOST
Who am I?
AFRAID
Don't know why.
ANGRY
Why'd it happen?
FALLING, it's dire,
to the beat of FIRE.
POUNDED
Against the might of the hammer.
POUNDED
Some souls in pain.
POUNDED
To the shape of the hammer.
POUNDED
Won't BE DESTROYED.
AND THE HAMMER FALLS.
Perfect metaphor.
BREAKING WALLS,
Of that I'm sure.
HAMMER FALLS.
The earth trembles.
BREAKING WALLS,
A QUAKE CRESCENDO.
NUMB
Who was I?
UNSURE
Who am I?
RESOLVE
Gotta change soon.
DANCING, I hit my mark,
to the DANCE OF THE DARK
BROKEN
Against the might of the hammer.
BROKEN
The souls are gone.
BROKEN
To the hammer's will.
BROKEN,
IT'S BEEN DESTROYED.
AND THE HAMMER FALLS.
Perfect metaphor.
BREAKING WALLS,
Perfect metaphor.
THE HAMMER FALLS.
Perfect metaphor.
BREAKING WALLS.
Of that I'm SURE
THE HAMMER FALLS,
A QUAKE CRESCENDO.
THE HAMMER FALLS,
A QUAKE CRESENDO.
Fiery Resolve (Eyes of Flame)
Resolve,
thoughts of vengeance.
For what?
Can't be sure.
Inside,
writhing agony.
My fury...
I WILL USE
EYES OF FLAME
FISTS WILL MAIM
CAN YOU FEEL
FEEL MY INTENSITY
ITS TOO REAL
LIKE AN INFERNO INSIDE
ENGULFING ME IN
FIERY RESOLVE
I FEEL IT INSIDE
IT BURNS MY SOUL
LEAVING NOTHING
LEAVING A HOLE
I'm often happy,
rarely feelin' crappy,
I win most gambles,
and contests of skill.
But hurt my mates,
those I care about,
You'll see I got no,
NO GRIP ON MY WILL
EYES OF FLAME
FISTS WILL MAIM
CAN YOU FEEL
FEEL MY INTENSITY
ITS TOO REAL
LIKE AN INFERNO INSIDE
ENGULFING ME IN
FIERY RESOLVE
I FEEL IT INSIDE
IT BURNS MY SOUL
LEAVING NOTHING
LEAVING A HOLE
I am me,
but so is he.
The fury I use,
I often abuse.
Locked up inside,
refusing to hide,
he'll get out then with,
NO CONTROL
EYES OF FLAME
FISTS WILL MAIM
CAN YOU FEEL
FEEL MY INTENSITY
ITS TOO REAL
LIKE AN INFERNO INSIDE
ENGULFING ME IN
FIERY RESOLVE
I FEEL IT INSIDE
IT BURNS MY SOUL
LEAVING NOTHING
LEAVING A HOLE
It's too cruel,
a fighting ghoul.
Old self,
long forgotten,
It gives me pain.
Be me again,
in a while,
Til then be hid,
by a drunken smile.
Time will heal,
of that I hope,
long to be the old,
the guy, that dope.
EYES OF FLAME
FISTS WILL MAIM
CAN YOU FEEL
FEEL MY INTENSITY
IT BURNS MY SOUL
LEAVING A HOLE
EYES OF FLAME
FISTS WILL MAIM
CAN YOU FEEL
FEEL MY INTENSITY
IT BURNS MY SOUL
LEAVING A HOLE
A BURNING FIERY RESOLVE
Joker Card
Dealing out the deck of my life,
which card have I drawn?
A joker card,
philosopher and fool,
ideas both kept and torn.
I couldn't be the ace,
since I lack a single face.
Not a heart, nor a spade,
my lines they seem to fade.
I'M NOT THE ACE, NO!
I'm the joker card,
a smart arse,
a jack-of-every trade.
My legacy's a real farce.
My only claim to fame,
is that I won't play every game,
C'mon it ain't that hard.
I'm similar to a king,
in that I wear a ring,
though finery on most parts,
just really ain't my thing.
Though I don't follow,
I'm no leader, so
I'M NO KING, NO!
I'm the joker card,
a smart arse,
a jack-of-every trade.
My legacy's a real farce.
My only claim to fame,
is that I won't play every game,
C'mon it ain't that hard.
I cannot be a queen.
Wondering what I mean?
Well I look shit in a dress,
for a guy it's still a mess.
I'm a straight man,
a lady's fan, so,
I'M NO QUEEN, NO!
I'm the joker card,
a smart arse,
a jack-of-every trade.
My legacy's a real farce.
My only claim to fame,
is that I won't play every game,
C'mon it ain't that hard.
Am I a jack,
a subservient hack,
pleasing those in power?
No, I'm a fool,
I think slavery's cruel,
I'd rather have a cold shower.
I'M NO JACK, NO!
I'm the joker card,
a smart arse,
a jack-of-every trade.
My legacy's a real farce.
My only claim to fame,
is that I won't play every game,
C'mon it ain't that hard.
It really ain't that hard.
Who am I, guess?
I'm the joker card.
Who am I, mate?
I'm the joker card.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar
Being a drunk can be quite insane,
do not be fooled by other's disdain.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
Uno card poker,
the best by far.
I dance to an unseen beat,
music's not playing,
I can't feel my feet.
Breaking stuff when on the rum,
sobering up makes it seem dumb.
Pegging stuff at each other,
hope it don't hit his little brother.
A little of this, a little of that,
make you vomit, make you shat.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
Uno card poker,
the best by far.
I dance to an unseen beat,
music's not playing,
I can't feel my feet.
A random thing here,
a random thing there,
a random thing everywhere.
People get rough,
lucky we're tough,
so we have no cares.
Down that shit,
that's the stuff,
it'll be a real hit.
The red is tough,
can't have have enough,
I really, really mean it.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
Uno card poker,
the best by far.
I dance to an unseen beat,
music's not playing,
I can't feel my feet.
Oh yeah, feel my soul,
it's rock 'an' roll,
I really feel it moving.
In my gut,
a lot of booze,
the only way to snooze.
I drank some white,
it had no fight,
and therefore no meaning.
So I went to the store,
then I got more,
man, my eyes were gleaming.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
In it's own right,
makes me a star.
I danced to the unseen beat,
music wasn't playing,
I fell off my feet.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
in my own mind I am a star.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
in my head I will go far.
Wine Bottle Air Guitar,
delusional I raise the bar.
Wine Botle Air Guitar,
Nananana na nanana.
Blurring of the Lines
I rely on my mates.
Cause I know,
Yeah I know,
they'll never abandon,
never abandon me.
All is well,
but then I see,
I see a hole,
a hole where,
no hole should be seen.
WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY
What did I do before?
Will it ever be again,
and is it worth the mem'ry?
I really need to think,
there's desire to remember,
but was it even ever good?
WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY
I can't look to the past,
I can't look to the future,
I live for the here and the now.
Don't have a real background,
I got no real dreams,
ambition, a curse it seems...
WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY
I still draw breath,
but I wonder,
Wonder if I'm still alive.
I laugh, and I smile,
I fake it for a while,
giving out another high five.
WHAT IS THIS?
I lost who I am,
Or who I used to be.
Cost for this shared destiny?
GIVING UP MY IDENTITY
MY LINES ARE BLURRING
Need to who I am,
LINES ARE BLURRING
Wish I knew who I was,
LINES ARE BLURRING
Can I give it all up?
LINES THEY BLUR
A new me.
A BLUR
Exorcism
There was a place in my head,
A sanctuary, my space,
my domain, my own place.
Now I'm forced to wonder...
Could I be dead?
TEARING, MINDLESS TEARING
SHAKE, SHUDDER, TWITCH,
POSSESSED,
LET ME GO
My conflict, my peace,
that voice,
told me I was me.
Now it's gone,
a habit quit,
fragile minds,
had a fit.
A FIRE, NO FLAME,
DRIVING ME,
DRIVING ME INSANE
BURNING
Crazed sanity,
infernally divine.
The thoughts of the drug,
that I had made mine.
No longer me,
but what am I,
if not a psychotic,
greatly stoned guy?
IRON WILL,
IT'S CORRODING
A HUNGER, A GREED,
I NEED IT NOT
A world more real,
though certainly duller,
a test of myself,
no reward, sure.
Once a playground,
my thoughts, now pure.
Thoughts mine,
the demon gone,
the angel left as well,
Certainly no heaven,
but surely it's no hell.
Exorcised...
Howl (Primal Mind)
Restless energy of a tireless hound,
Mind's to sharp to be put in the pound,
Placid eyes sparkle,
it's gonna be fun,
this dog's gonna go for a run.
Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.
Get hit, why?
No real reason.
Placidity fades,
rage contorts.
A fury comes out,
claws as fists,
fists as claws.
Sparkle a flame,
tail wag a howl.
New enthusiam,
appetite for destruction,
beast's furore.
Teeth bared,
temper flared,
the simple rage,
of a primal mind.
Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.
Bite back,
the rage inside.
Fight back,
frustrated mind.
Rip and snarl,
til an end is found,
end to a menace,
or an end to the hound.
Primal mind,
understanding less,
than the facade,
have you understand.
There's blacks and whites,
made gray,
Illusions dispelled,
colour blind,
so I stay,
primal mind.
Clouds go by,
moonlight returns,
as vision restores,
so do concerns.
Clawless fist,
human wrist,
warm blood trickles down.
If not a beast, colourblind,
what is there to find?
Primal mind.
Thoughts of a Beast
Watch in the shadows,
without a sound.
Ears are sharp,
as sharp as a hound.
He watches his prey,
they're predators too.
An eerie smile,
he certainly knew.
AND THEN HE GOES WILD,
taking them down,
with effort so mild.
For his nature is,
rather chaotic.
Some people might say,
a little psychotic.
But the thought of him,
is often enough.
Because when he plays,
he plays rather rough.
AND THE REST HAVE FLED,
seems the predator,
has filled them with dread.
No conflict it seems,
things should be good.
But the predator,
so hungrily,
wished to go savage,
if he could.
A SOUL CORRUPT.
Breaking free,
crazed thoughts interrupt.
Wanting some conflict,
wanting a fight.
Wanting a way to test out his might.
THEN HE THINKS OF YOU,
and begins to smile.
Sanity restored,
at least for the while.
Yes he thinks of you,
and begins to smile.
His sanity's restored,
at least for the while...
Looped
Lying on the grass,
thoughts to the cloud,
events a pattern,
chronologically round.
A moment of peace,
I find precious.
Still, wouldn't have it any other way,
No.
A life unseen,
events repeat.
It's become a dream,
an endless replaying scene.
A scene of this and that,
a scene of scattered thoughts,
a dream, though not fiction.
Think to before,
a peace of sorts,
a bunch of friendly faces.
In a few hours,
to them I'll be no more.
Still I care,
they do too.
A sincere facade,
illusion of an illusion.
Eighteen hours more,
before this dream's back to before.
A life unseen,
events repeat.
It's become a dream,
an endless replaying scene.
A scene of this and that,
a scene of scattered thoughts,
a dream, though not fiction.
Back to now, the clouds so hazy,
vision blurs,
my thoughts now lazy.
Mind goes again to what's next,
thoughts gonna be more crazy.
Dark out now, I see,
thoughts have cleared,
attitude becomes angry.
A fight amongst rivals,
few evil, none pure.
Real friends along,
together can't go wrong.
But then it rises,
sphere of gold,
back to before,
soul's left once more.
A life unseen,
events repeat.
Facade begins once more.
It's become a dream,
an endless replaying scene.
Tale's end once more.
A scene of this and that,
loops round,
a scene of scattered thoughts,
loops round.
A dream, my dream, though not fiction,
looped.
Angel of Destruction
Dead on the floor he suddenly rises,
emptiness clear in his eyes.
Looks to the other,
fear reflected,
only thing he can despise.
ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION
BLOOD STAINED WINGS
JAW HANGS TORN
DEMONIC INNOCENCE
NO CONTROL
Lurches forwards,
gaining speed,
the emptiness turns to flame.
Demonic smile,
angelic countenance.
It's clear his intent's to MAIM!
ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION
ANGRY IMMORTAL WILL
BLOOD SPILLED
CLOTHES SPLIT
SANITY GONE
His blood it flows,
but then he knows,
he cannot die,
it's how this goes.
Conflict must die,
so death he defies,
makes another rush.
ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION
DESTRUCTIVE AURA
SKIN OF WHITE
SCARLET RIVERS
A LIVING DEATH
And then he drops,
his life's been spent,
the sound of cops,
a bloody scent.
As life goes away,
few will mourn,
sky still gray,
until the dawn.
ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION
HOME AGAIN
Ongoing battle....
Lingering ideals....
Eternal conflict,
of the destructive angel.
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