It was dark
and I was in a void.

A void?

A void.

A void
blacker and stenchier
than your charcoal little souls...

And then in the night-
I saw a light!

The light grew brighter and brighter
and whiter and whiter-
when suddenly I heard a sound...

Chook...

Chook a puff puff...

Chook a puff puff oh **** its a train!

And that is why I'm here in hell
with all of you.

Burn these words to hearts and minds,
Run this ink to change the times,
Free the frightened, shackle the strong,
Make them soar and grind them down.

Measure their intent, bury their bones,
Tickle their laughter, sorrow their stones.
Wake up the sleepers, slumber the soldiers,
Render some weak and break down the heartless.

Demolish the walls and place them in vaults,
crush all their chains then mend them with bolts.
Unleash my fury, expel my pain-
Make me immortal and wipe out my name.

MacBain splutters,
long winded speeches,
intoxicating stutters.

Whisky reeks volumes on volumes of volumes,
unfathomable mysteries on infallible fumes.

Helga looks hideously **** tonight,
the ghoul in the corner looks up for a fight.
The toilet's transforming into a white telephone,
just one last drink until the drinking is done.

Redshot eyes light another cigarette,
Shooter all round,
and a beer what the heck!

The dance floor is moving like a seasick ship,
We all feel like rock stars defining whats hip.

Trek my siel uit met swart onlogiese krapmerke op my pick n pay strokie.

Breek my fingers af op n hout skryf blad
en hou die honde naby vir die bene wat spat.

Vermergel dan my vellies
en gooi dit op n graf
en se dis vir al die girlys
-dis van papers wat smag.

Edel en opreg is die regter se kaf.
Heilig is die helde van die bars van die nag.
Ons onthou die spoke van Oranje stad,
Ons kleef aan hulle woorde soos n tros vol kak.
Ons hou van die serries en die doef van Jak,
En moenie met my stry nie ek sal jou in pak.

Melodie jou wysie met ewige tone,
mengel mooi jou woordtjies met jou oulike drome.
Hou die fort van veiligheid en nasionalisme,
Wees n patriot en vermoor Anglisisme.

Beskerm jou mother language teen n kombuis taal.
Daar is niks in hierdie wereld wat die taal mag vaal.

A slave to hate is free from love,
a slave to mediocrity- free from passion.

A slave to confinement is free from wandering,
a slave to blindness- free from seeing.

We are all slaves,
all free,
all a contradiction.

Come dream with me my love,
Feel what it's like to be young and alive once again.

I know there are dragons and fire and chains,
and the tower you're in has become home and you feel safe in there.

But it's still a prison that holds you,
and I know how you cry through the lonely nights,
and I know all your princes deserted you,
and I know that hope has laid you bare.

How I long to fight for you.

I know I'm only a poor boy,
and I have all my own demons still to face.

But I want to build you a castle of comfort,
a free place where you can wake up to my smile.

I hate the scars they've left on your heart,
and the way the crushed your wings.

I know your strenght is weak my love,
I just need you to say yes and to take my hand.

I pierce my heart on your hidden thorns
and bleed love onto your wounded soul.
Your fragrance is my poison,
your softness- the lie I live by.

Your beauty is fleeting,
but I wont last to see it end.