DreamscapeCome with me to the Misty Otherworld of Dreams.
Down into the caves of dreams that most often turn into Inescapable Nightmares.
We'll Leave the ruined cityscapes that lie under the sickly suns.
The dead suns the color of moudly wallpaper.
The lipless mouths in the Blood red sky.
That stand poised to swallow the world.
All the death and violent immortality.
The demons and the scalpel fingered hags.
The buzzing and piercing stare of the Flayed One.
The Darkness is alive.
The eyeless beast leers it's head and looks at me.
The rotting faces wail as they come out the walls.
6552 days dreaming of squirming Living Darkness and burning in Dragons fire
Were going home...
Cross the Styx and beyond the Forest of Ferns.
We'll chase the Stag with Topaz eyes.
Up the mountain we'll catch it by the blue-green waterfall.
We'll leave the Darkness behind..
Take me ApartHarm and Destroy
Oppress and Wound whilst spouting righteousness
In the name of your Beloved
Greater Good which if
You take one look at me
One good look at me
You'd see how it's never touched me
Attempt to deform and brainwash me
To your secular truth of absoloute twisted ideals
Try to remake yourself
To remake your life
With me and mine
Keep me like a dog under your shadow
I know you'd rather kill me than let me go
Than let me have an ounce of free will or take an important choice
You've said as much
For this Greater Good for this Oh so tender and considerate care
I've been dying piecemeal for years
Undermine, bellitle and destroy friendship and relationships
In the name of paranoia and "prevention"
It would mean something if it could be said you've approved of something
Yet no just endless criticism and disapproval for it's own sake
Impose your opinions and will on me
Destroy any dissident external voices
Beat it into my head like an endless drum
I am the rock
Sticks and StonesShallow friends are as reliable as Winter Crops.
It has always ringed true Oh so true to my soul.
Sticks and Stones Dear Pretender Sticks and Stones.
Your barbed tongue wags about feverishly when I turn around.
Mockery and Lies are like Jackals they destroy those who fear them.
Those who heed it's foul Howl.
I tell you my friend when the Jackals start singing.
I just sing back Sticks and Stones do de do Stones and Sticks.
I care not for the words of Jackals or for Loyalty as lasting as Winter Crops.