The Ghetto

So now the sun has risen again
in the wake of dawn, to bring pain
its Astronomy Domaine, once again

Given that all are one and one is all
confusing it is for big and small
you try to enter and withdraw

The madness on the way is over
you've come to this place feeling lower
night before was far from sober

Gotto return to the ghetto
where you sulk, where you frown
where you curse and cry out loud

Gotto return to the ghetto
whoever i am, wherever it is
to my minority in minorities

Painting pictures and weaving dreams
a better tomorrow for all evil beings
dandy youth and slimy things for all to see

Grave in a tomb and a tomb of grave
to be what you want is quite insane
endeavour ending up somewhere safe

Feature in a thriller with a lithium smile
is this the only reason to survive
better in a clutter is the reason why

You gotto return to the ghetto
where you sulk, where you frown
where you curse and cry out loud

Gotto return to the ghetto
whoever you are, wherever it is
to your minority in minorities

Interview

Hi there your son just died in a freakshow

So would you please give me an interview

We just wanna shoot you

Your photographs would do

Sorry but I am not that photogenic

Fuck my son he was never ready

To bring me the fame I always wanted

To give me the money I cud’ve flaunted

But that’s not done you’re son is dead

How could you say what you just said

We wanna have your comments

On this tragic Incident

Fuck you bitch you are Intruding

It’s my life u’r making it public

I don’t wanna talk anything about him

Coz all his actions were motherfuckin sins

What’s u talkin? What was your son into ?

Why are u pissed What wrong did he do ?

People are waiting on TV

To see this catastrophe

Get lost, I’m sick you journalists

And all you modern media pricks

My son dint feel no pain, He was on Cocaine

He dint get my share, he deserves being slain

Shocker for the nation You’ve all seen this

She was being shot, she dint realize it

Reporting live for Chuck TV This is Phoebe

Your reporter with cameraman Tucker P.D.

Enemy Engagement Tactic

Holla, lets go

Jump in to my rumble let’s crumble

Their fair share of pie

Down down we go under

Their skins torn we plunder

Lets encroach and let’s get them frantic

Lets use the enemy engagement tactic

Run in the cover of all my defenders

Lets do it again tonight

Bonnie from the right, Clyde on the left

And Ted’ll give them hell, he’s adept

Lets encroach and let’s get them frantic

Lets use the enemy engagement tactic

Lets preach how to breach the code of conduct

And everything that’s mad in town let’s abduct

Let’s give their land to Illegal Immigrants

Lest they forget that whoever bore the brunt’s

Have a place to claim peace and lets puke

On their leaders are let’s give them 2 hoots

Over the hills and into the valley

I can see all the voluntary infantry

They are ready to kill but they’re still

Lets drop our own bomb’s and have some Jim

Lets encroach and let’s get them frantic

Lets use the enemy engagement tactic

Chased By War

Yet another cold dark night

I heard the sound someone passed by

I chased all night I went behind

To the fortress following the hot cry

They were to be found in their pride

Their glory ride etched in memories define

The plight of everyone who went

To wage a war with the reapers men

No one survived

No one remained

They all fell down they bleed

They all hail the Mujahiddeen

Yet another sword still hangs

Slayer says Jesus saves, naïve souls

The broken necks and twisted tears

Blood to sweat got kingdoms to blow

Mercy for my kings and their men

I went felt I was pleading down on knees

Transition to a time unknown

But the hell of war was to be seen

No one survived

No one lived

I still fear getting killed

A holy day for the Fidayeen

Out from the fortress and into the dark

I gotto runaway, gotto get far

I want a time Machine

To take me away from War

Cosmic Pain

Out in the bright sunshine

We are driven by madness

We are driven by anger

We are driven by pain

No sorrow for leaving or living in the burning hell we feel

We been healed today

Of all our suffering

We are blessing all with our cosmic pain.

Out on the midnight streets

We are driven by passion

We are driven by lust

We are driven by hate

No more love we need and we don’t want to beg and plead

We been blessed today

With eternal hatred

We are breeding hate with our cosmic Pain

And wherever we go

We know governments follow

Coz if we could sell them for

Hate, with love we’d do it tomorrow

And wherever we are

There’d be the democrats

The republican’s and all of

Those who’s minds are still narrow

If to wish is selfish

And it’s bad to blame

I wish I could bless your thought’s

With our Cosmic Pain

Coz to you war is a game

They kill in your name

I wish I could bless your warlords

With our Cosmic Pain

One n Two

Those who have done it in the past

Are bound to it again

They in their rage against

The system, are in perpetual pain

For every man who dies

Two would go Insane

Coz it’s sorrow they taste

As they wander down memory lane

Coz just one dies !

Those who held their head up high

May just live for evermore

They will throw both hands up in the air

Too much metal is more

Chronic pain to flesh and bones

It’s making us Insane

Coz anger we carry to the grave

And regret all they call gain

Coz two went Insane !

Once again the shuffle is done

You were lost in it so move over

We’ve found out the one’s for us

To stand besides and tagged along us

Coz just one dies

Two would go Insane

Yet another rejection

And dejected we go

For our souls addiction

You are not the one we know

You would remain a dream

Remain a memory, forgive,

But no longer we’d be in sorrow

Coz you’r photograph still lives longer than you !

A river called dream

For a thirst that couldn’t be quenched, a man has broken all barriers, that were built in his mind, from his very childhood. He heard all that the preacher had to preach and the teacher had to teach. But while the preacher preached and the teacher taught he let his mind wander into the woods so deep. He found a river called dream and he drank from the river and with new found vigor he started to weave in his thoughts all the memories which had faded like a meaning less dream. His throat had dried at what he had seen in one of those dreams and he felt the purpose why he tried to wander in the first place facing a defeat. Could this thirst ever be quenched? Or should the man with his thirst be lynched.

The man may not repent for his thirst once quenched. He may come back again to the river but with a burden of walking away from all he was taught coz in his mind it is quite a wrong thing to trip and wander while the preacher preaches and the teacher teaches. He is not living for it and not living for anything that could hold him back from chasing his dream. Thirsty if he may feel in the midst of his run he is off late willing to drown in the sea of emptiness that exists in his dream. All the world has spun around and come to a stop and now they stare at him as if he is the one leaving a frenzy behind coz he is dying letting out a scream!