A Few More

THE FOOL | PARKINSON'S OF THE SOUL | CHRIST'S VENGEANCE

Dead men walk
in the dead of night
Demons hunt
with blood red sight
My inner beast
rips forth and howls

Walk in the dark
Run in the night
Escape all bounds
Leave your life behind
Never come back again
Let your soul run wild

Dark spirit’s fire
burning dire
hate stultifies
and our souls decry
The fate of our world
comes unfurled

Another step
across the brink
of our immanent destruction
the love betwixt parent and child
a fantastic construction
another soul defiled

Don’t give it a single thought
Never worry or be distraught
you’ve paid the price
your soul is bought
you lose the freedom
for which you fought

Liar, liar
cover your desire
Never unleash
the hidden fire
burn yourself
jump onto the pyre

Run amok
come out and play
you’re on your sick bed
There you must stay
unless you fight
and reach out to seize the day

No soul fed
by crucifix or bread
alone we walk
with sepulchral dread
of another day
with no one else inside our head

Seeking that joyful friction
And that invigorating frission
the union of hearts
in ultimate fission
Today’s the day i start
I’ve made my decision

To never be me again
to turn my back on foe and friend
With a devil’s sneer
and a beatific grin
My path now clear
Walking toward immortal sin

i touch the power
in the hour
of my desire
to comprehend
this desolate mire
of that which I cannot defend

No more the grief
no more the joy
of the sexual relief
Emasculation of the heart
I take the first step
to depart

Where do I go
Never know
Walk in the dark
Leaving it behind
My soul seeking to find
The innocence once lost

This man’s lament
is pointless spent
cause we’ll never know
whether to dwell
and revel in the pain
or run headlong into hell

Sweet dreams
Sweat dreams
gnashing your teeth
on the truth you know
afraid to face
the reflection of your soul

Above all else
to thine own self be true
walk naked into the furnace
burn yourself clean
tho you deny it
you know what I mean

Be free
to fly on the wings of soul
Maybe then you’ll see
The pleasure of pain
The sorrow of joy
and let yourself be

Let your soul run wild
fly into the moon
escape the known
and the fear which chills your bones
find yourself in yourself
and become what you truly are

PARKINSON’S OF THE SOUL

Can’t bother to wonder why
just move, just breathe
the breath of the nearly dead
lost in a maelstrom of memory
confounded, locked inside my own head

Take the time to heave a sigh
slipping from reality with the greatest of ease
i’m the man with the disease
drifting away on currents of thought
soaking in a sea of self pity- puh-lease

All things fade away, but why must i
Never wanted to be where i am
pushed and pulled with perfect self control
clear, then clouded, moving then frozen
i have Parkinson’s of the soul

self indulgent diagnosis
self delusion sin
i’ve always been so strong
and that’s my greatest weakness
never give in, never give up
what’s the point in that lie
if you buy it yourself

Fake it til you make it
enflame yourself with prayer
maybe then you’ll understand
what it is you really mean
reality is in the perception
but what if that view is false?

I sit here and wonder why
one should even try
to sort and sift through the dross of life
simply to find
a lie’s decay
a life’s decay

life and lie rhyme so neat
a cosmic karmic joke
destined to cause defeat
the pathways fry and stutter
your true voice a mere mutter

There’s no panacea, no cure
only the awful truth
that we can never be sure
of who and why we are
nor any way to escape the fate
given us at birth
we all burn down
like a fire reduced to a coal
losing the spark
of hope’s bright ember
we all have it
we all suffer the same fate
i have Parkinson’s of the soul

Christ’s Vengeance

Christ stands on the mount and cries
"The message of love i brought
turned to lies
I spoke to you of love and trust
my message twisted by power lust
taking my name you fought
now the sinner dies"

*chorus*
Christ's vengeance
shall now be wrought
see your fate coming nigh
or today is the day you die
:

The sacrificed lamb arose
fist raised to heaven, straining
with a rending of his clothes
"the price is paid, your soul is bought"
A storm of blood started raining
forewarning angel's onslaught

*chorus*

Down swept the Archangels four
Weapons gleaming
man forgot the angel's warrior lore
"Look now at the folly you bring
when in the name of our lord you sing
a false gospel seeming
to promise access to heaven's door"

*chorus*

And thus did the armies of heaven sweep down
and clean the land
of those unworthy to see Christ’s crown
The liars, schemers, twisters of the story
meant to bring mankind to glory
thus does god reach out his hand
To bring the churches who misled their flock crumbling down

*chorus*

The newborn Christ king
stood on his hill
listening to the death cries ring
correcting what once went wrong
corrupted by men seeking to remain strong
the fiery focus of god's will
Now comes the conquering king

*chorus*

Now that the end is here
to you the truth is known
does your hate filled heart feel fear?
let it fly into the night
all shall now be put right
Gabe's trumpet has been blown
Divine truth shall always be near

*chorus*

The mark of Cain shall ye bear
for the lies in Lord's name spread
The hate and fear indoctrinated in child's care
spreading the disease of falsehood
the unforgivable sin shall not be withstood
You bastardized the divine word, now dread
this punishment you must fare

*chorus*

All the might of heaven descends
Riding to restore the faith
against your crimes you can not defend
the millennium comes, but not as you think
no rapture for you, the hounds of heaven smell your soul stink
your eternity spent a tortured wraith
unless now your ways suspend

*chorus*

Christ stands again on calvary
no cross, no crown of thorn
he comes this time to decree
you may choose his vengeance or his love
this time he comes as hawk not dove
you've the last chance to be re-born
to abandon your hypocrisy