Timeline

Lifelong efforts to stutter the dark
Heaven and Earth feel so far apart
Iron that pierced did leave its mark
Need and disgust were there from the start

Tribes co-exist in sweet tender rage
Empires fall at a whisper of a mage
Lucifer sighs at the life he once had
Christ is the target, the world has gone mad

The sun ceased to shine on that lonesome king
His broad hand on lust was his huge dismay
He woke up that instant, the birds did not sing
Sometimes speech haults, what will we then say?

You never know folk 'till you see their soul
You will soon change when you see they're not whole
The word expectation has no real complexion
That pitiless urge that has no direction

Fuck is a word, the feeling is better
She was a mistake, I should not have met her
Time is the source that laughs in your face
You're not on your throne, you've fallen from grace

Two Thousand And Six

I'm a downtown boy
Not in status but in soul
I've been lost since that day
Year of nineteen eighty-four

I've been high most times
Down on booze not on dope
I've been driving down that road
Though my headlights were on hold

Do you taunt out of grief
Or are you the better half of me?
Am I damned to this warmth
Or are you the gap that I don't see?

Is this loneliness alone
Or the mutter of the spoilt?
Can you see past it all
Or is there nothing left to glare?

Life would be so simple
If illusion was just in mind
It would be so much sweeter
If there was nothing left to find

Poison sips and daggers
Are a fool's way of passing
It burns and tares in silence
Year of twenty-twenty-five