He's on the outside
Deep within the confines,
Inside his own mind
Mind-expanding from pole to pole
What he touches, what he feels.
What's real?
He consumes
Straw, in the Earth's core,
******* to taste and see
He tries navigate with soul
Navigating his world,
a world away from me
He took my world from me,
My world
in his blood stream
I can hear the screams
He's hemmed in by societies that can never know him
Looking on the scarred skin, superficiality
Try to explain his fatal peculiarity
Societies can't walk in his world,
Never walk within his skin
They can understand pyschology and try to explain,
But he can't feel their pain
No human instinct works that way
He took my world from me
My world's in his head
My world is dead.
Should we freeze him in ice?
Looking at a freak show
of glassy horror
A blank face, behind the make-up
we don't know
It's no animalistic, atavistic base place,
There's no human instinct that can explain.
How he walked our world, but ran a different race,
Alien, Upside down, The wrong way round, This ****** up clown
His inhuman race finds a place when a switch flicks the wrong way in a brain
There's no way to explain,
That he doesn't understand your pain
He ****** your world into his sick **** circus,
Feeding innocence to the Lions,
across lines that in his mind
just aren't
Once,
He was innocence,
There is no innocence,
There are no lines
A clown,
Without laughter,
No sense
There is just sensation,
Just living,
A clown without laughter,
Living and fighting,
natural disaster
A straw in the Earth's core,
My world is never safe
The world at individual war
He took my world from me,
My world
in his blood stream
I can hear the screams
He took my world from me
My world
In their eyes,
closed to passing time
He took my world from me
My world
inside his head
They died.
My world is dead.
This was a response to an atrocious taking of innocent life by pure psychotic madness. In retrospect I feel it's a little simplistic, but I like some of the sounds.