WESTERN DECAY

1. PULL UP A CHAIR

What choice do I have?
Much disdain but no alternate.
Walk the path of parasites
Pull up a chair and enjoy the show
Like the evening news
Everyone quick to give their views
But not to take a stand for them.
I feel so trapped, so helpless;
All bodies so complacent
I don't believe there is any hope for change
I don't believe there is any hope at all
We could have made so much more of this opportunity
Taken for granted by what seems like everyone and all.
I make no difference - the self-defeating attitude
That is firing this fall
Pull up a chair - is that all I can do?
Pull up a chair - slip into the current
I am torn with inner conflict
Torn, could I ever help a change?
Are we even worth saving?
So selfish and disgusting, it's all probably deserved.
So selfish and disgusting, we are the ones not worth Saving.
Could I live with the guilt
Knowing that I was just as bad as the rest?
Or could I comfort myself in the excess of expense?
Could I comfort myself in taking part in this rape?
Of a mother that gave to us so much
Gave us to ourselves no matter which way I bend
Will it have been the correct way?
I now understand that I will never know this answer
I will never know the answers.


2. A TEXTBOOK IMAGE

Discontent with what I am coerced to be
A textbook image of mediocrity
Unable to escape the trappings of my un-chosen entity
Nurtured from birth into this mould too hard to escape
I will never be free
Never see through the eyes of the untainted and untrained
Never see through the eyes of one not guilty
Not guilty of this gross lifelessness
Is this life even worth living?
A life, that has no doubt been lived before
And will be lived again countless times
I am nothing new
Discontent with what I am coerced to be
A textbook image of mediocrity
Unable to escape the trappings of my un-chosen entity
Can I break free from the same?
To push, or to pull?
To ascend, or to stagnate?
And why am I burning with this hate?
For we are the flawed
We are my greatest disappointment... my greatest Disappointment.
It's almost like each life is a waste
Playing out the game to no victory
Why do we even bother?
Just bees serving the malignant hive
Discontent with what I am coerced to be
A textbook image of mediocrity
Unable to escape the trappings of my un-chosen entity
We are the dismal
We are the embodiment of lust
We are the sordid
And I am burning with this hatred, for we are the flawed
We are my greatest disappointment... my greatest Disappointment.
Will I become a textbook image of mediocrity?


NAKED BURN

3. WITH A VIEW

Sometimes I set aside the ocean just to watch it break
To bring me back to this place
Where we both felt so alive
And when I'm where
I want to be I come without a voice;
I'm screaming out inside myself
Sometimes I set aside the sun just to watch it burn
I want to watch this burn and now I don't feel so safe
As I tangled the words into what I wanted to hear
It seems that this place is getting the best of me
I need to stop this from leading me astray
I just want to see a change
Not to be cornered again
So when did I stop reflecting a man?


4. EMPTY HANDS

I've resorted to watching empires fall and fade away
Just to mistake fear for a venture outside these walls
But my hands are empty and all I can do is wait;
I've drowned myself in these flames before
And it always leaves me the same
Scarred and scorned by a world I fail to understand
I seek nothing more than the best in you
Even when I'm overwhelmed
I've tried so hard to say the right things
Just to keep your head above the water
You will remember me
Close my eyes
I dream
But when does this place become real again?


INFINITE THOUGHT PROCESS

5. MOTHER NATURE, FATHER DESTROYER

As so I foresee thy end...
Penetrated, force-fed food, convicted to waste away
How to rot away;
Dissipate through the grey clouds and depression
How to rot away;
Fighting through the constant battles
Forged from the fire, possessed through her body
But I still stand frozen in the fire...
Death seen through the face of the burnt body
Robbed from possessions my bones have all ceased


6. SLAY(H)ER

Come! travel inside me, evolve into me, make me no-one
Make me oblivious
Take me to your room, take me to that better place;
Fuck me into that better place... teach me... kill me...
Murderer!
"I don't give a shit, and I don't give a fuck..."
Walking backwards my brain is walking forwards
I come out alive...