A million miles from home;
smoke and dust in the air,
the buzz from incoming rounds
and the sounds of artillery
prevailed over what used to be
a calm, quiet and very sedated
environment,
Two silhouettes could be seen
in the distance making their way
towards a compound in the
middle of a field,
One of them was carrying what
seemed to be an RPG,
the other - two rockets,
Come to think of it... if I didn't
take that shot, our advance
could have been hauted,
which is an understatement,
so I did it anyway,
One to the chest, one to the
head and guy number two went down,
All I had to think about now was
the RPG,
I aimed down my sights and....
he wasn't there,
I peaked to my right and tried
to see if he could be hiding behind
cover, though there wasn't any;
just sand and loads more,
I could hear over the radio that
our squad had a visual on a
target with an RPG so I asked
if they could confirm his position,
the seconds seemed to pass like days,
I felt sick all of a sudden when
I heard a loud explosion
and then silence... ... .
I could hear my heart pounding,
no one was responding on the
coms and I thought for sure
I was the last one standing,
I was just hoping the guy with the RPG
didn't make his way to the
other two rockets.

Sad is the way to unstabilize
the way,
when the earthquake hits
you'd wish you were dead,
so absurd is this play
that you spin around like
clay,
this statue in your way - it
is the symbol of vague....
sympathy,
And you really want the end
but it's somewhere else,
so pay respects to 'nay and
look over there,
Yes, there, it's not that fair
but yet oh well, might be a
lovely stay,
Where oh where, I might just
stare when angels cry,
the monster's me,
What it meant is really bent
and what you said is what it
might,
well... send a letter to the
brother and decide to call
the one and only mother,
It is really hard to wonder
when you swim inside a
pond.. eh?
There was more to this than
random ramble,
Time to cast myself with
Rambo,
in a random indian film
with the hoast of Dr. Phill,
who is.. actually called Dr. Phill.

Fear no evil,
What you say is good, though you
sound like the Devil himself,
Speak no evil,
What I wanted to say was...
nevermind it, you'll always
see it your way,
We're all evil,
You're capable of so much, yet
choose harms way,
Was it always this way?
Were you always this bitter?
I doubt it, you don't need it,
some things are meant to break
and when they do... we follow,
Oh how we follow....
Or, maybe, we could step
into the light,
It cancells the dark....
And we are light again..
So light we could
            hover forever.

Steve, no!..
that pill is not the way,
Steve, wait!
that ***** will alter state,
Oh, no!...
time to go back to work,
back to the cutting board,
where thoughts fight for resolution,
a painful endeavour,
"It's all fun and games
'till someone gets hurt",
"Won't be me, won't be me,
this time it's your hands,
your blood!",
"Isn't it beautiful? How the
blade dances and moves...
it looks just like an angel's hair!",
"Shut up, no! Just look
over there... yes, that's it,
now.... no no no, this is not
happening!!!"
And so, a minor distraction
caused a catastrophic reaction,
In an instant, ten fingers
were reduced to two...
So much blood....
It shoots like rain....
Such a shame.....
A young man's life became
a world of pain.

You play a groove
inside my heart,
Time kept so nicely
yet we're apart,
You've never met me
but I know you,
I'll remember your name
whatever you do,
The cars and the stars
will keep moving
to the rhythm we play,
From close observations
it seems that
we don't have much to say,
It's nothing that bothers me,
Memory   still    follows me,
It serves me, yes.. really,
So play - play - play!

These few days spent on
the rails next to our
house brought me to the
conclusion that if you
could not think,
you wouldn't be able to sleep
'cause you would need to
yell "I'm dead, I'm so dead",
and it's nothing against you,
It's just a form of
exercise for the mental
capacity,
"Wow, now I'm feeling it!"
- you yell in disbelief,
and you laugh in japanese,
and you look up to the
gods in the sky and
you think...
"Wow, I'm dumb",
It's alright. I wouldn't mind.

Wait for me, I'm only around
the corner,
Wait for me, It's only a block
away from you,
Fight for me, the surface here is
getting hotter with every
passing minute,
Dive for me, swim to the
other side,
Dive for me, bless your
wonderful soul,
Surface... wipe the water off
your face and look around,
You are now in either a
wasteland or a mirage,
The mirage holds the Tree of life
and the wasteland has a
passageway in the mountains
that holds the way out,
But where it goes I cannot say,
It might be time for you
to find out, If you are in the
Wasteland.