when we speak for all
we speak freely
what can rise
can fall
just as easily
when we pull
on the ropes
binding us
they will come tumbling

they taught us to fear
without learning to fear us
we're reaping the whirlwind
they've sown between us
one day they'll realise
they didn't defeat us
we are on the inside
their malignant fetus

followers
ive got followers
people follow me
jesus only had twelve
ive got forty three
even though half of them
are friends and family
im still averaging higher
messiah level quantity

like spiders in silk shirts they sit there
spinning tales of golden thread
bare faced lies dressed as investment
in a future we will lament at best
but repent
never

this certain person
has always been
the certain person
i could call upon
when i had certain needs
quality and satisfaction
were a certainty
a certain something for after
certainly

id have killed myself
stopping me killing myself
if id had to
when the rope bites
the truth bites
and you do what you have to do
to survive

what you make invisible
will cast a dark shadow over your life
ignorance is bliss' evil twin
seduction sold as a box of bright light
look beyond what evil is feeding you
make up your mind
truth isnt too hard to find
revolution is feasible
if you only let leaders lead you
as a horse to water
not a lamb to slaughter

she brought colour to my dull life
made vivid my muted hues
cast the dark places bright
love makes light
illuminating my way through
now her colours have faded
pastels where once there were primes
where my longing eyes see our iridescence
she sees the cold ashes of her fire
if my lost burning soul could reignite it
Id make tinder of my broken heart
but the only hope that I have for the love I once had
is that she makes a fresh start

need some what fors
no more whys
to transition
from the in
to the outside

exponential potential wasted
all shiny baubles and pretty faces
prototype for a vacant nation
flag held high before the setting sun

hindsight
isnt what it used to be
blindsided by divided times
lessons lost
past still passing
generations gone for nothing
wars were fought
who won forgotten
whys and wherefores
paths retrodden
shock where wisdom
should be common
seen it all before
often

i love your latest album
i love your greatest hit
i love everything you do or say
and ill pay for it
dont worry about the effort
thats no part of it
youre at the peak, at the top
of a curled dogshit

it took 27 years to replace the shame
of families who knew their own werent to blame
for causing this great city so much pain
the 96 walk with their heads up again

whether you like it or not
you cant escape it
come to terms or come to blows
but youre not going to change it
as the world turns
it has a way of rearranging
yesterday becomes tomorrow
every day

ironically democracy is imposed
by our capitalist task masters
clothed in our rolled gold souls
if it cant be bought
its worth more when its sold
and nothing pays faster
than disaster
war and famine
to a conquistador

the paint on her face is a projection
a protection against male rejection
only a man could demand that his vision of perfection
should hide behind her reflection

the focus is in the periphery
uncertainty makes it a certainty
its right there before us
if only we could choose
to look away
then in that instant
we could see it

waited a lifetime
to see it again
wasted a lifetime
since then
is it a coincidence?
all seasons end
my existence
began and ended red

how long should you go on when the life you live is gone
when youve fought hard and youve fallen hard
is getting up again wrong
starting again at the end makes no sense to me
but then living was nonsense all along
logic keeps telling me life doesnt want me
while life keeps giving me something rotten to gnaw on