SCATTERED LIMBS
ABANDONED GUNS
STEAM OFF ENTRAILS
WITH MORNING SUN
DRIED BLOOD CLOTS
A DEAD MANS BEARD
CARRION BIRDS
CIRCLE OVER HEAD
A STORM OF STEEL
A HAIL OF LEAD
IN THE WAKE OF WAR
THE JETSAM OF DEAD
SOIL CLENCHED
THOUGH RIGID HANDS
SIGHTLESS EYES
SURVEY THE LAND
SHATTERED TEETH
LIKE BROKEN CHALK
BLISTERED FLESH
FROM MUSTARD GAS
I WON TICKETS ON THE RADIO
TO A CORPORATE ROCK STADIUM
UPFRONT AND CENTER
FOR UNHOLY FUCKING ARMAGEDDON
THE FOUR HORSEMAN TAKE THE STAGE
FANATICAL CROWDS RUSH THE GATES
STANDING ON THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS
THE MONSTER’S REFLECTION IN THE PIT
FRONT ROW TICKETS TO ARMAGEDDON
SURGING BODIES MOB INSANITY
SHADOWS TWIST AND DANCE
EMBRACING THE ONCOMING ONSLAUGHT
WITHOUT A FIGHT OR A CHANCE
THE FIRST NOTE RINGS OUT
AND WITH IT PLAGUE AND PAIN
RELEASING ELDRITCH SPIRITS
AND INMATES LONG INSANE
YELLOW TAPE AND BODY BAGS
SHATTERED DREAMS AND MEMORIES
WATCHING THE PAIN UNFOLD
ON LATE NIGHT NEWS
HARD TO COMPREHEND
THAT THIS IS TRUE
TEARS OF FRIENDS
VIEWED ON THE SCREEN
TOO SURREAL
FOR REALITY
A BRUTAL REMINDER
OF MAN’S INHUMANITY
“KEEP YOUR HANDS UP”
HIS LAST WORDS TO ME
WITHIN THESE WALLS
DREAMS ARE TO BE MADE
BUT I SEE LESS FULFILLMENT
AND MORE EARLY GRAVES
I’VE BEEN EXPLAINED THE RULES
BUT I CAN’T PLAY THE GAME
WHILE YOU PLAN YOUR FUTURE
I PLOT MY…
NEXT ESCAPE!
TRAPPED IN A SMALL
FREEZING COLD BOX
ALL THAT SURROUNDS US
IS SILENT AND DARK
THE CLOCK STRIKES NINE
THE PORTALS OPEN WIDE
THE U-BOATS
HEAD OUT TO BAY
CREWED BY A SMALL
DEDICATED GROUP
WHO RARELY SEE
THE LIGHT OF DAY
NIGHT CREW!
PASSING THE TIME
RESTOCKING SUPPLIES
AND TELLING STORIES
OF OUR FORMER DAYLIGHT LIVES
RACING THE CLOCK
SO MUCH TO DO
SO LITTLE TIME
WILL WE SURFACE AT 2?
NIGHT CREW!
IT IS WITH THE SINCEREST REGRET
THAT I INFORM YOU OF
A SERIES OF WONDERFUL
BUT UNFORTUNATE EVENTS
HALF TRUTHS AND FULL LIES
A CHOKED LAUGH, A ROBUST CRY
A UNFETTERED ZEST FOR LIFE
WITHIN A VESPIARY OF VICE
OPTIMISTICALLY PESSIMISTIC
POSITIVELY NEGATIVE
I LOVE LIFE, BUT HATE SOCIETY
THE WORLD IS FULL AND I’M HALF EMPTY
ALL THAT REPELS ME ATTRACTS ME
ALL THAT DISGUSTS ME FASCINATES ME
EVERY THING SEEMS SO RICH
WHEN I’M LIVING CHEAP
ONE JUST NEED LOOK AT THE HEADLINES
AND THEN GO OUTSIDE
TO COMPREHEND THE UTTER DISGUST OF BEING HUMAN
AND THE PURE JOY OF BEING ALIVE
EARLY HOUR TORMENT
DEMONS PREVENT MY SLEEP
WINGED GARGOYLE ON THE BEDPOST
CORPSE STRADDLED ACROSS MY CHEST
HER COLD WET HANDS
CLOSED ROUND MY THROAT
BUT BEFORE MY FINAL BREATH
I WAKE UP SCREAMING
DRENCHED IN SWEAT
ENTANGLED IN SHEETS
IF I’M STILL SANE
THEN WHY THESE DREAMS?
A WAR FOR OIL
IN A VIOLENT FUTURE
FOLLOWING A BLUEPRINT
PERFECTED IN THE PAST
IS THIS THE END RESULT
OF MAN’S LOVE AFFAIR
WITH AUTOMOBILES
AND MANUFACTURED GOODS?
A TWO LANE BLACK TOP
DRENCHED IN BLOOD
A WHITE LINE NIGHTMARE
TERMINATING IN A PINE WOOD BOX
THE ZEALOTS DEMAND
BLOOD FOR OIL
A CATALYST FOR CHAOS
WASTELAND AND ASHES
A BLIGHTED LAND SCAPE
OF TWISTED PIPE AND STEEL
WHERE LIFE COMES AS CHEAP
AS A TANK FULL OF JUICE
AN INDISCRETION OF YOUTH
A MISGUIDED QUEST FOR TRUTH
BUT NOW YOU’VE “FOUND WISDOM”
AND CODDLED UP TO THE SYSTEM
IT WAS ALL GUNS BLAZING
NOW IT’S INDECISION
WHEN FACED WITH THE OPTION
OF BEING DEAD OR IN PRISON
ADHERENCE TO ETHICS
THAT HELP DEFINE A SCENE
A QUARTER-CENTURY OF THE SAME OLD
PROBLEMS AND LYRICAL THEMES
FOREIGN SHORES,
STRANGERS FLOORS
BUT THERE’S NOTHING STRANGE
ABOUT THIS GLOBAL EXCHANGE
ALMOST OVER THE HILL
BUT THE CLIMB’S STILL STEEP
STILL HAVEN’T GROWN UP OR SOLD OUT
SOMEHOW THIS CHAOS APPEALS TO ME
ANOTHER SLEEPLESS NIGHT
ANOTHER RED EYE FLIGHT
UNCONSCIOUS BEFORE WE’RE IN THE AIR
WAKE ME UP WHEN WE GET THERE
METAL TAUGHT ME HISTORY
PUNK TAUGHT ME GEOGRAPHY
THESE SCENES MAY NEVER CHANGE THE WORLD
BUT THEY CERTAINLY CHANGED ME
NO GLAMOUR, NO GREED, NO WEALTH, NO FAME
POOR ROLLS, BAD HANDS, GOOD FRIENDS, NEW LANDS
ROCK’N’ROLLS A LOSERS GAME
AND WE’RE WINNING!
IS THIS INTEGRITY OR STUPIDITY? X 3