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It’s about time

Well it’s valentine’s day, so I decided to write a depressing song. True to form, I fuck it up twice while playing it.

Clouds scar the blue sky
And I miss you
But you’re never coming home
You left it behind
And you’re gone
But not forgotten

Chorus
Oh, Remember those days
When we fought the world
And damned be the consequences
And sure, so sure we’d win
We never thought our world could fall apart

Time heals all wounds
I still miss you
As I look around my home
These things I don’t need
and perhaps
you had it right

It’s time to leave
Too long I’ve let myself rot
I know that I won’t see you again
But I just have to go

I think of the people I’ve left…
Maybe they’ll miss me
But I’m never going home

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Stockholm Mask

I know I still have not posted anything about my trip to Kilimanjaro. I have been… not really in the right frame of mind.

I did write a song though, so you can have that instead.

And the lyrics if you’re interested:

Lost sight of everyone
Memories as ghostly as the fog
I’ve no choice but to run and hide
Haunted day and night by this black dog

Unwilling fugitive
Dredging up resistance from my core
Switch, cover up to give a false
Impression of me forevermore

Crushed under the weight of a thousand fucking lies
this Stockholm syndrome Existence
Dug my own grave and lined it well with broken promises
But I refuse to die.

Still alive, still functioning
Burning all the bridges that I cross
Won’t stop though everything is gone
When you feel nothing all you feel no loss

A thousand lies a thousand deaths a thousand fucking more
A thousand shattered slivers of life
Manifest in me, distorted mockery of self, but hear me
I WILL NOT STOP NOW
Dug my own grave and lined it well with broken promises
But I refuse to die.

When in Rome

I decry the system which generates
The full collapse of everyone’s soul;
Stand up, fight back and choose the alternative:
Freedom from greenback’s ruthless control

But you sit and wait,
And you want what they’ve got,
Patiently waiting
For your time at the top.
Sure, you’re hurting now,
But you force out a grin
Never realising
You will never be them.

Assimilation, complete and secure,
Forever a slave to it all.
Surrender your free will, don’t want to be poor,
Determined to never fall down, down, down, down
Toss your ideals on the pyre of wealth, and
We’ll watch them all burn up into the night.
Once they’re gone you’ll
Never understand why you’re losing the fight.

Still you sit and wait,
You still want what they’ve got,
Patiently waiting
For your time at the top.
But you still don’t see
So let me say it again:
No matter how hard you try
you will never be them

Born into a broken system
Cry: hand to mouth scream, hand to mouth scream

We bleed red, but
You bleed green, content to
Be enslaved, to
Dreams of acquisition.

Follow the path as laid down by your masters,
Promised a kingdom of lies built on sand,
Claim you’re too deeply entrenched to be saved now,
Why aren’t you making demands?

Power concedes nothing without a demand,
Power concedes nothing without a demand,
Power concedes nothing without a demand,
Power concedes nothing without a demand,
Power concedes nothing without a demand,
Power concedes nothing without a demand,
Power concedes nothing without a demand,
But you won’t even wipe the fucking blood off your hands!

We bleed red, but you bleed green.

100,000 wasted lives

Force fed lies,
Brainwashed children;
Mobilising silent armies.
Fill the void
With slick deception;
Shut their minds and damn their souls.

Claim your holy book is nothing but the truth
You're slowly sewing shut their eyes,
And if they question you, you'll punish them for peeling
Back the layers of your lies

Indoctrinate them so they'll
Never question you and
You can carry on controlling
Generations,
Building up your armies,
Gathering your strength
And lying to the fucking world.

They've built temples founded on broken faith.
Rise, fight them, blinded by years of hate.
Stand, reclaim what was taken from you.
Eyes open, all they said was untrue.

Cut through their lies,
Open your eyes, find the truth.
Smash the temples,
Cast them down with the proof.

Moulded firm,
Grown up ignorant;
The youth in turn replace the generals.
Circles closed,
Torches passed on;
Hundred thousand wasted lives.

Closed your mind for so long lies become the truth,
Why can nobody see your proof?
Scientists are all wrong! Why would preachers lie
About the book that holds the truth?

Wake up, shut your book
Of fucking lies and find the
Answers to the questions
For so long denied.
There's no conspiracy,
There's no satanic plan,
So smash the circle break out now.

They've built temples founded on broken faith.
Rise, fight them, blinded by years of hate.
Stand, reclaim what was taken from you.
Eyes open, all they said was untrue.

Cut through their lies,
Open your eyes, find the truth.
Smash the temples,
Cast them down with the proof.

And don’t come back…

Sitting on my own again,
Staring at the floor
And it seems like fifty years ago
That you walked out that door
So I try to stifle back the memories I can’t ignore,
And I think of all the fun we had
In the time that came before.

Remember when we said we’d build
A fortress in the trees,
And we’d sit beside an open fire
Reading poetry?
And you’d tell me that you’d never met a person quite like me,
And I thought that I had everything
To make my life complete.

But it all falls down;
Should have known it wouldn’t last
And I’m stuck here all alone again,
Dwelling on the past.
It all falls down,
It wasn’t meant to be,
But i’m sick and tired of sitting here
With no-one to talk to but me.

And every week we’d hit the town,
Dance the night away,
And we’d never give a damn about
What other people say,
But then something changed and our love began to slowly decay.
The cracks had started showing,
And the rot was here to stay.

Then it all falls down,
It was never going to last
And I find myself alone again,
Thinking of the past.
It all falls down,
It wasn’t meant to be,
But i’m starting to get used to
Having no-one to talk to but me…

Sitting on my own again,
Staring at the floor,
And i’m smiling thinking of the day
That you walked out my door,
And I think of all the pain and guilt and misery endured,
And how the good times that we had
Were outweighed by the poor.

Remember when you got so drunk
You threw up on my floor?
Or the time you spent my cash on clothes
And still you wanted more?
I’m still paying off the bills from all the things you couldn’t afford;
Told the debt collectors where you live,
Hope they’re knocking at your door.

So it all falls down,
I’m glad it didn’t last
And I hope that I can now escape
The nightmare of my past.
It all falls down,
But i’m not feeling blue,
’cause although i’m on my own again,
At least i’m not here with you.