I am a simple man I like bittersweet endings Left my iris for the wasteland Where the crows are descending Noah's titanic sinks in a black abyss Carve a simple onto Sisyphus Within her petrified heart Allow her wings and halo to depart Leave this virginal whore bearing a crown of thorns Left for dead with an unmarked grave to mourn She is Faust, angels (dust) seduced her since genesis So non-believers shunned the heretic Wear a brave face for this act of cowardice? She drowns via villains pipes and I'm standing powerless Can I separate her from rodents as they burn em Her guardian fallen angel, blue collar nephalim My wings are tattered and conservative Hence phoenix's advocate to burn the bridge Saving her between puffs of this cigarette While she licks the blade of societies bayonet When she finally breaks free from her self imposed betrayal When forbidden fruit consumption grows stale There's paradise buried beneath defiance Where mortal man can slay Goliath And I know you need the darkness to blend with sirens But do your eyes shine enough to see the fine prints This land of false promises where she forsakes her death-wish An eternal playground full of roses and tattooed X's

(Verse) Picture two outcasts; confined to separate wings In this asylum of populist sins There's a single clock tower To count each wasted second Luciferans chose my abode to gather Crucified by social conventions Gremlins swarm the fortress where I live Gargoyles perish beneath umbrage So Adonis seeks a blind woman's heart Where sunlight choses to depart Across the window I can see Dreaming of her dreaming of me Bearing smiles of this martyr Crucified by melodrama In this city tailor made for abandonment My light bringer lies incumbent She is born from nobles beneath the sun But she fears the common tongue Corpses walk the streets and sleep in closets Take my hand and we'll disassemble Metropolis Soon I'll find the wrong words; they'll be very poetic And soon I'll find the truth, it'll be very pathetic I'm just tired dear I just need to lay down I'm just tired dear I just need to lay down Picture two outcasts; drowning in separate oceans A slow Death In June, via these hollows of devotion She is held captive by the monster called society While I search for an escape route beneath anxiety She is held captive by the green eyed demon veiled What use are iron wings, to flesh and blood angels She stands across the abyss staring back at me As I prepare to warmly embrace agony I'm a knight in a rusting armour Storms gather as I destroy this makeshift Futurama This house is a decaying paradise Where she can't separate Eden from raw sunlight And there shall be no sleep within these walls Until Asterion has fallen The moon has eye's And they shall swallow me alive The thorns have mouths Through which Occam's razor seeps out Climb blinded up weeping willows As I scale colossus to her pillow I'm just tired dear I just need to lay down I'm just tired dear I just need to lay down Picture two outcasts; separated by glass Gracefully I trespass To this building outside time Labyrinth of corridors within my mind There's a sunny meadow overlooking apathy There's a blank-room where my dreams become reality I can't disturb the goethic masterpiece Present as I shine light on my darkest fantasies Can her pyromaniac hand engulf Rome? Is she Medusa or is she stone? Her prose is Venom incarnate I climbed her hair of snakes To find she embraced warmth of the witches stake Fleeing the Emerald city in disgrace But the hangman's daughter shall never thrive Porphyria despised me, surprise? She bares a fraudulent crown Presenting illusions of my saviour In this abandoned town Where I am I complete stranger I'm just tired dear I just need to lay down I'm just tired dear I just need to lay down

Day One: The world grows black beneath my eyelids Then Arcadia shines below the drawbridge Rome burns outside my window While Athens thrives within my pillow Spread my wings; cast shadows over sandworms Separating each Glass Metropolis we've burned I'll be a crow over crowthorne While sharing bliss with the uninformed's Grounded view of unknowing automatons devotion I'm set adrift with glorious omnipotence In this land of perpetual December Snowfalls over idealistic textures There's a tree-house overlooking infinity There's a quiet bar where I drink with divinity I can be immortal or I can be the sole innovation I can leave to seek infinite heavens I Saw the light when darkness developed I can't remember if I perished  Is the astral world the deception? There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven Is the mechanical world the deception? There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven Is the astral world the deception? There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven Is the mechanical world the deception? There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven King where the gods wandered well Outcast where the mortals dwell Day two I pace through my fantasies as a phantom I walk through fire for shadowed sanctum Now it's Nostalgia  And I spell in with the N I stole from Necromancer Aesop's prove their virtue in fantasy And None Shall Pass through hollow realities I trade a stale road for an infested forest I am the king of this psychedelic fortress This prison outside time and space Where I built an idealic landscape Free from vultures with serpent movements Tory anarchism with a Tolkeinesc influence For as I labour over machinery Earth's medusa's slip inside the scenery Rage against this dying light Holding onto the underworld for dear life Is the astral world the deception? There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven Is the mechanical world the deception? There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven Is the astral world the deception? There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven Is the mechanical world the deception? There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven Day five The huts turn to palaces The village rivers bleed malice The palaces turn to skyscrapers The city becomes a danger My disciples grow makeshift personas Where they destroy my statues out of honour So fallen angels I ciphered with have unfurled Evil is let loose onto a sleeping world My tears form an ocean That drowns cardboard cities in commotion I awaken as every city crumbles And I'm again lost in this concrete jungle  Overlooking fragmented concrete I am Celephais; the sun lays dead in the streets Last train to Metropolis Where magicians go to die Last train to the rocket-ship Which falls alongside the sky Is the astral world the deception? There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven Is the mechanical world the deception? There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven Is the astral world the deception? There's a forest with tree's over looking heaven Is the mechanical world the deception? There's a city with smog overshadowing heaven (End)

Empires need an iron fist Machinery needs an outcast Watch pre-programed tyrants shift Through puppets rulers they outlast Pawns kill the king; replicas constructed Thorns grow from everything emotions corrupted Creators cast clay over-wires Hand crafted to eclipse messiahs Keep guard until the next martyr Awakens from chemical slumber Archaic cyberspace triggers revolution Clarke's third law applies to illusions Applying mass sedation with manufactured archaeology Simultaneous technocrat and phobic ideology March into Armageddon with painted on smiles March out of recollection with makeshift denial Hollow men of iron gradually divide Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes Hollow men of iron commit genocide Hollow men of iron shan't let insurrection thrive Hollow men of iron gradually divide Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes Hollow men of iron commit genocide Hollow men of iron Juda shall despise Hollow men of iron conquer without intention Pre-programmed predetermination renders repentance This perfect war pre-conditioned in seconds Interlude to perfect peasants Who'l burn advancement from despotic present To keep binary skies immersive Militarism shall always be their worship Shepard thy commoners beneath thy surface Until only the aristocrat emerges Leave planets barren Until humans crawl from caverns Flash utopia on the screen Till they subvert their own regime Flash utopia on the screen Till they subvert their own regime Hollow men of iron embrace conquest as serene Even as their disassembled by their seams Hollow men of iron gradually divide Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes Hollow men of iron commit genocide Hollow men of iron shan't let insurrection thrive Hollow men of iron gradually divide Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes Hollow men of iron commit genocide Hollow men of iron Juda shall despise Overlords pass through godlike description Historians can't stop repetition In Holocausts waged over nostalgia Omega ends with sky-ships leaving for new alpha Hollow men of iron buried in their kinds ruins Hollow men of iron rewritten as delusions Wars waged on repeat Mechanical corpses line holy streets Remainders retreat to narcotics Looking at slavers corpses survive plagues bubonic Hollow men of iron burnt out the sun Hollow men of iron burn out each loaded gun Hollow men of iron's pilgrimage goes on Hollow men of iron and destruction become one Hollow men of iron gradually divide Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes Hollow men of iron commit genocide Hollow men of iron Juda shall despise Hollow men of iron gradually divide Hollow men of iron bare soulless eyes Hollow men of iron commit genocide Hollow men of iron Juda shall despise

I can see these creatures of flesh Wage war on each-other and express Fear when we spread messages Through dream-scapes dubbed nightmares as a sedative From anti-theism induced by realisation Higher powers hold a hellish void placement Flee from our Necropolis Following whims of your pathetic psychologists Crawling chaos decays opposite to youth So we'll drown Arkam walls with the truth (Drown with the truth) Human cries I cannot repair I have no eyes And I must stare Human cries I cannot repair I have no eyes And I must stare Use your strongest emotion To craft mundane devotion Expected as marriage and locomotion Blind men pray to a brail canvas At the mountains of madness We saw them script the myths of atlas We predate language and tragedy Apes bowed to us from anarchy You bow to material fantasies Hence communication with outsiders Martyrs as well as writers Former bishops setting alight their mitres Gathered disillusioned from rationalism Exhaust every theistic and science based tradition To turn self-sacrifice to a religion (sacrifice a religion) Human cries I cannot repair I have no eyes And I must stare Human cries I cannot repair I have no eyes And I must stare Keep vigils from disturbed castles entrenched Inside isolated xenophobic intents Gathering rain all over present tense We are the mirror you are the participants Find us where the sun meets the sea Atop crumbing crossbreed legacies Labyrinths shift views as a centrepiece For novels compressed into fallen beliefs (fallen beliefs) So speak in what we cannot elucidate Our appearance so lose your faith Imagery crumbles like followers at the stake Craft death with agoraphobic figments we create Power fantasies wield scientific illusions Mercy defined as the sole sentience delusion Divine deathtraps, convenient seclusion Using words on canvas as deathly instruments (words as instruments) Human cries I cannot repair I have no eyes And I must stare Human cries I cannot repair I have no eyes And I must stare

The year is seventy-eight, I emerge fully formed In this land of breaks where illiterates swarm Gathered and prayed to ego's torn Each king is displayed and his hill mourned As scholars disperse like bullets This sqular takes soul and loops it Walls conquered, canvas of the museless Planet rockers plus the message is useless I walk through their thoughts and emotions My corpse was caught in commotion It's course I fought with devotion Poetry unthawed to lawless erosion One reads above massacres below Hoodlums battered with prose Pace through shattered windows Post blues of scattered widows Let the record show This music died with sweet prose Let the record show There's a new slave hymn to compose Let the record show This music died with sweet prose Let the record show There's a new slave hymn to compose Within a decade of blackness This sonic charade fell to madness Capitalist renegades shrugged like atlas And the skies fell jaded into anguish Afrofuturists degrade alongside regressives Enslaved by counter-counter culture messages Capitalist rebellion placed on Africa necklaces Uncle Tom's cabinplace overlooking deathwish's As ultra magnetic tapes defy this critical beatdown Straight outta pathetic wastes I surround Satori in Compton's deathless state I've been crowned My own destroyer in devilish fate and sound This radio plays our slow suicide While puppeteers use this guise To engineer these useless eyes As blind to the truth's quick rise Let the record show This music died with sweet prose Let the record show There's a new slave hymn to compose Let the record show This music died with sweet prose Let the record show There's a new slave hymn to compose They used to do me out in the park They abuse me as the city grows dark I've been scratched and deconstructed For pleasure this match has combusted I'm a phoenix forced into normalcy Spreading black thoughts at the roots of conformity This project blowed till the ant's icon Atmospheres decomposed and he serves Babylon Now puppeteers imitate the public enemy Accompanied flows disintegrate into jewellers centrepiece Knowledge rapidly shrinks over nearly everybody So the genius's naturally flee at nearly godspeed New flesh spreads over public frequencies Resistance is dead and crucified frequently Let the record show This music died with sweet prose Let the record show There's a new slave hymn to compose Let the record show This music died with sweet prose Let the record show There's a new slave hymn to compose

Dear Earth You're everything I'm proud to desert Dear heaven Can I tear you apart for (self) redemption? Dear Krypton I can't accept tomorrow drifts on Dear Metropolitan I had a satori where shadows mimic Gotham Am I god where the sun touches monoliths? Childhood ends when I unclutched my rocket-ship Finding myself among leapers a paragon Dividing Hades and Babylon I wear these wings (and virtue) like a prison Despair and honour I saved in contradiction To my sympathy for the phantom zone Simply bury me where the phantoms roam For the man who has everything Wants to dream of nothing For the man who has nothing Wants to dream of everything For the man who has everything Wants to dream of nothing For the man who has nothing Wants to dream of everything (Last night I felt) My wings break I fall down endless Eden's Nothings safe I protect hell for endless reasons I awaken as a wounded mortal Coiled vacant until sleeps abnormal Now I could wage war on my creation Like a psychedelic based Satan Or I could trek through flame in hopeless pain To find (flowers) in vain (for) my Lois Lane The hills (and man) are blindfolded Surreal gods change hands with ill exalted (villains) I see through walls finding barbed wire Unmarked graves for past messiahs I am bullet proof, but I bow to melodrama I could tie this noose, but words shatter my armour For the man who has everything Wants to dream of nothing For the man who has nothing Wants to dream of everything For the man who has everything Wants to dream of nothing For the man who has nothing Wants to dream of everything (Last night I felt) I touched the sky I cut through sands of time To find a playground I once knew Only I found nightmares come true God lost his way like a child God has decayed and lies idle Wearing these glasses in deamining facade Disrepaired time machines I discard Lay atop this mirage of kinsmen in action Flowers are dying atoms (I see) Cowards have cowered crafting anemoia's History is written by the star destroyers Ringing winds of the equinox Futures begin to spit upon Asimov's All I can hear is the mices choir I run til the lights expire For the man who has everything Wants to dream of nothing For the man who has nothing Wants to dream of everything For the man who has everything Wants to dream of nothing For the man who has nothing Wants to dream of everything (Last night I felt)

On that day I wrote my final sentence (Hence) my sunny day reached its final second I slit my wrists to expose a flesh-hood lost Wires beneath this fraudulent cloth Addict me to this small talk (via) ones and zeros This window overlooks another window A phantom in this playground of (false) memories The light surrounds my burning effigy Rain clouds gather and metropolis rusts Skeletons beneath banisters turn to dust Then fade into non-existence Decayed and I found realism as fiction I Grandfather claused myself into agony As happy memories unthawed to apathy This sunny day simply exists in prose A binary symphony tragically composed Because I'm desperate to see sunlight Slowly I forsake this hollow paradise The door opens to snakes crawling within wireframes My friends have been swallowed into higher plains (In) What was once an eternal (breathtaking) November I walk over decaying textures Heavenly worlds stagnate at December But hell's exactly how I remembered My heart still beats to a metronome This man of steel (ironically) finds Earth alone This is life; an empty room of enemies This is death; consumed by empty memories My strings fit like a warm blanket As everyone's expressions inform blankness Lies built bricks swallowing the pavement (Now) I resmith my following into vagrants To unveil astroturf where the sun vanished I found the black hole where hope collapses Because I've been harvested to feed sunlight I move to splinter this hollow paradise Clockwork people in cardboard cities Considered repetition to cause lucidity I walk into this office of stillborn dreams Found myself martyred by an ill-informed regime I'm told truth is the final illusion Also mortality is a primal delusion I'm awakened to the numbness and confusion I've forsaken for seclusion To be inhuman enjoying the tables flip Prayer machine drowning babel fish To social Darwinist regimes, I'm a satanist I broke my wings but my fascist saviour stitched (together) The panorama is restored I'm again the (bastards) favoured whore I found heaven in plain sight via machinery Is it worse drowning in pleasant scenery? Because I've been destroyed via sunlight Slowly I retreat to this hollow paradise

"Sometimes you have a losing personality Mary Hey I'm honest what do you want, I say what's on my mind and if you can't take it well then fuck off And I like the way you express yourself ya'know, it's piffy and degenerate. Do you get many dates? I don't think so No I do, I actually know I do, you'll never believe this but I never thought I was very pretty. Oh what is pretty anyway I mean I hate being pretty it's all I subjective anyway I mean the brightest men just drop dead in front a beautiful face and the minute you climb into the sack it's just a relief to giving, they're so greatful' This sun pierces through we decaying trees Enough to make a halo from these floating leaves From this fire spawns a forge From a passion so forged Paper hearts shall burn at the stake She departs with one reminder of this mistake Marooned beneath bleeding skies they slumber But soon the fire hungers And the flesh freezes solid So he carves a face so stolid The hills have eyes to terrify Lovecraft As the moon slips from his grasp And the stars fall vacant to the dirt As he forgets every emotion placed in this verse Poison clouds tear apart his safe-place Leafs fall like detached hearts down a staircase He stares into the sky It's a pity she can't see why She's lost amongst the mist In Gothic Eden set adrift He stares into the sky It's a pity she can't see why She's lost amongst the mist In Gothic Eden set adrift She returns with plain-clothed Asmodeus The sun collapses and she is nameless Beneath blankets she feigns bliss beneath While he builds suburbia's in vein atop concrete He writes the same sequence till his fingers (turn) brittle She reads between the lines post (suicidal) vigil She can see a crown of thorns as connected roses Which blinds her to this swarm of locusts But this wooden heart shall not be devoured Even when she's broken apart for hours Still her eyes shine like (sinking) binary stars In his eyes and mind they rarely depart She fears the light like a child fears the darkness He fears for her lifelike opium amongst the heartless She see's heaven to find she missed connection The sun rises to shine light on her misconceptions He stares into the sky It's a pity she can't see why She's lost amongst the mist In Gothic Eden set adrift He stares into the sky It's a pity she can't see why She's lost amongst the mist In Gothic Eden set adrift He sits by the same tree Reinventing a bastards patchwork She lifts (hollow) smiles with the same teeth In descending order of what her laughs worth He's written this scene sixteen times Amidst descriptions of him kissing skies He has felt the conflict of a warm embrace And the harsh mistress of a clock-face She can't save her self as my brothers fall to sedatives He can't save himself so he floods her with godless messages He opens her eyes; (she) prefers the blindfold She awakens desires; he cannot resolve He can stitch on some skeletal wings And fly away from this unbearable regime But she pulls (him) back to this oppressive obelisk He swears to never write (her) another depressive sonnet She returns to metropolis by day-break The sun burns her exposed heart as today wakes To dry (her) every tear the rain drowned So they slumber here, apart as their hearts make the same sound "Why is life worth living? It's a very good question. Um... Well, There are certain things I guess that make it worthwhile. uh... Like what... okay... um... For me, uh... ooh... I would say... what, Groucho Marx, to name one thing... uh... um... and Wilie Mays... and um... the 2nd movement of the Jupiter Symphony... and um... Louis Armstrong, recording of Potato Head Blues... um... Swedish movies, naturally... Sentimental Education by Flaubert ... uh... Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra... um... those incredible Apples and Pears by Cezanne... uh... the crabs at Sam Wo's... uh... Tracy's face.."

The rain killed the sun But I shine persistent As happy faces become one Via drunken states to spread this fiction I drink to forget and for something to remember I think I'll forget this depressive cycle by december I have to hold every smile in my grasp As I lay in denial atop shattered glass We can breathe smoke till time breathes down our necks But please chock me now so I can find a selfish death (Bass kicks in) Beneath twilight kiss me atop this dirt I welcome the knife if we can slow dance first Your hand extends and my treehouse's haunted Now I have friends and that's all I ever wanted We pack our bags and march off this cliff Into sewers because we're part of this shit There was a hill overlooking my favourite prison Closed off from any hell of famous description I used to imitate The Time Bandits Now I wrestle with gods until times vanquished Familiar places never seemed so far away Until I saw my thorns darkest days Fell asleep picturing commotions so unusual Woke up heartbroken at a cubicle This neck tie cuts my oxygen supply I cry into this wolves nest I dived Inside where Ashley A's can stumble in While I plot to throw King Bob off the jungle gym But I knocked that populist facade and it's crumbling Go back to those pigtails I loved you in Jack Caleb of Mars is primed with handy violence The illustrated man drinks wine from dandy lions When you find yourself I'll be waiting with a pencil Here's my plan for this world I'm making this poetry instrumental Jeffty is five and steps into a new decade Where even the maids bring death and use charades As your depth slowly erodes Your evil's only exposed To hearts already fallen Embarked to see your coolness steady boiling Put the mask back on So I can craft another rap song (Take the) Walk of shame across the cosmos Distort the pain with manhattans and cosmos But I'll hear your voice by the bus garage And the cycle restarts undamaged The same sunlight is always recalled in memories The same sun rises and falls for centures The same sun my heart was once adrift The same sun superheroes once eclipsed The same moon shines over kings and peasents The same moon shines when nothings pleasant The same moon I dreamed that babylon collapsed The same moon left little nemo an insomniac The same seas that left my vogue marroned The same seas feeding flowers that'll never bloom The same seas ferried a gaslight speech The same seas they'll bury me beneath