MARY DON’T DRINK THE KOOL AID

Do you remember our childhood days
Screaming our names down the valley
The echoes of our voices in our ears
But our voices sound strange to me today

Do you remember our childhood days
Running through the woods amazed
But the hallways of this cathedral of wonders
Are just a labyrinth to me today

It’s a cruel, cruel world, little girl
From blood and shit it’s been made
They’ll offer you any easy solution
But, Mary, don’t drink the Kool Aid

Do you remember our childhood days
Walking on soft moss and grass
A cool caress to our restless feet
But today it feels like broken glass
Do you remember our childhood days
When we were told stories to fall asleep
In adulthood we are told stories again
To wake up before it’s too late

It’s a cruel, cruel world, little girl
From blood and shit it’s been made
They’ll offer you any easy solution
But, Mary, don’t drink the Kool Aid

It’s a cruel, cruel world, little girl
They’re feeding you with fear and hate
Indoctrinating you with all their illusion
But Mary, don’t drink the Kool Aid

Do you remember our childhood days
Do you remember, do you remember
Your once brightly shining guiding star
A dying ember, a dying ember

It’s a cruel, cruel world, little girl
From blood and shit it’s been made
They’ll offer you any easy solution
But, Mary, don’t drink the Kool Aid

Our bastion of safety now only a prison
All fruits are now poisonous, our garden is burnt
Mother’s warm milk is running down my throat
Like cool acid and I can speak no further word

ANGER SEX

I don’t know how to hold you in my arms
When your skin is freezing me
I don’t know how to look you in the eyes
When there’s only wrath to see.

And people say that there’s a fine line
Between love and hate
All I know is that they never found out
Before it was too late
Anger sex is all we share, it’s warfare
Anger sex is all we share… It’s war.

I don’t know how to hold your hand
When it’s always a clenched fist
I don’t know how to kiss your lips
When you always bare your teeth

And people say that there’s a fine line
Between love and hate
All I know is that they never found out
Before it was too late
Anger sex is all we share, it’s warfare
Anger sex is all we share… It’s war.

Your clenched fist
Your bared teeth
Your freezing skin
Wrath underneath

And people say that there’s a fine line
Between love and hate
All I know is that they never found out
Before it was too late
Anger sex is all we share, it’s warfare
Anger sex is all we share… It’s war.

IT’S WAR!

IT’S WAR!

IT’S WAR!

STONECOLD

Guilty as a stone
Thrown by a liar
Indifferent and cold
As it’s coming nigher
Ineffective against this mountain range
Earth’s immortal bones
A stronghold to my dignity
It’s strength hitherto unknown

A fortress of will
A fortress too strong
For you to overcome
For you to overcome

Stonecold

Guilty as a stone
Thrown by a thief
Charged up with despair
And hateful belief
Diamond eyes cutting through the walls
Of your castle of glass
A palace that’s been built on sand
Never meant to last

See my fortress of will
My fortress too strong
For you to overcome
For you to overcome

Stonecold

Stonecold

Guilty as a stone
Thrown by a fool
Ricochets off
Straight back to you
Sitting amidst your shattered home
On a cracking throne
My heart might be cold towards you
But it’s yours that is made of stone

I am a fortress of will
A fortress too strong
For you to overcome
For you to overcome

Stonecold

Stonecold

Stonecold

Stonecold

SI SE NON NOVERIT

A marionette for the cyclops eye
You clad yourself in a veil of inanities
But underneath your skin deep beauty
You’re a rotten corpse of deceit and vanity

Oh, know thyself!
You live your life like an open wound
Oh, know thyself!
Don’t you know what you really are?
And I know, yes, I know…

Feast on the love of the blind
Hold up that mirror close enough to your eye
Close enough so you don’t see the lies
Influenza is a modern sickness
A fevermouth talking that has nothing to say
A shallow profile for what it’s worth
A hollow mind in the state of decay

Oh, know thyself!
You live your life like an open wound
Oh, know thyself!
Don’t you know what you really are?
And I know….

Feast on the love of the blind
Hold up that mirror close enough to your eye
Close enough you don’t see the the lies

So behold
The new heroes
Shining with disgrace
Only zeros
And ones
Hollow is thy game
The new gods
Of the false
And the vain…