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HATE TO THINK

...Thus endig the mainstream,
Kicking me when I'm down,
A pack of animals and a book of matches,
See me in the way I see you?
The female roots of all evil,
To much for me?


An overdose the way out,
Escape from the cage?
Maddness,mania,excusses!
Born to die and nothing more,
Express yourself in this way,
Keep it close to your heart,
Try it again?
Emptiness is the only remaining virtue,
God has forgotten about me.


Who'll pay the price?
I bleed for someone I think,
So shall the heavens fall,
Love is a sick joke,
Relate to me?
Or go on to something else,
Callapse of trust,
Covert plans unmasked!
Define your intent or go away!
Why does a whore hate to think?

1998







            MIRROR  (Co-auther J.Batisoni)


Left out here alone
Sanity to uphold
Faulted dreams die with me
As you watch me bleed

Sliced at the wrist
I don't need to live
Loss of my grip
I won't forget

The mirror is my reason
Solace is what it takes
Conform to my reaction
Reflections' realm I break

Acid dreams, disaster is yours
Evil lurks beyond,
The glass gate to a world,
That is your own

Shards of glass that rip my mind...
The pain...
Feeling for the damned as I am...
The pain...

Sacred is the fault
That Rips you down
Vile is its name
Feeding the ground

Sharpenig the edge
Cutting into view
Sanity defines
All that's true

Shards of glass that rip my mind...
The pain...
Feeding on the damned and their kind...
The pain...

Rising,
Falling,
It never ends.

1993 

PROPER KIND

What does the statement mean? Who keeps their promises? Show me what I've seen

Commanding with a sly tone How can one escape conspiracy? Will I ever be left alone?

Controled stipulations broken This is just what I don't need Love...words not to be spoken

Triggering the chain reaction From what did I return? Printing the words of detraction

Calmly raging in anger and lust Apathy is your addiction A soul at zero and a bag of dust

1998

SYMBOLIC SYNC

Lock them up So if they die

Swear to uphold Forced plastic issue

Look at the endless pages

Addicted to the needs

Make a living The adventure

Inconsistant theft He's in the box Walk on his face first

Sitting in the corner Close the box

A misstress is pointless as pie What if she kills him?

It was wrong Someone who makes sense Sweet sweat messages in a sheet I think I can guess

Can it be built fast enough Return to me, myself

Love is the sister of madness

1998

FINAL EXECUTION

No matter what this is the wrong way A child grows to be taken away

From the life they deserved to live An ugly situation I can not forgive

The wrong way to meet her goal Horrible prospect I can not control

Not to be anything like a father So she tells me I should not bother

A child will suffer for her lies The horror as a tiny soul cries

I will also suffer for her deeds done In the end she feels that she has won

There is only loss for three human beings The tragedy of it is really worth seeing

Don't let your heart be fooled by lust Don't create with one you can not trust

Only broken lives will be left in your wake The dignity of others is what you will take

To this end I find no sedation For the agony of my own creation

1998

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