Iron dinosaurs eat all living things
Tearing it up by it's roots
Chewing it up and spitting it out
Digesting nothing but destruction

Iron dinosaurs are ruthless
Coldblooded to the core
Wired in effeciency and primal in need
Descendants of the lizard king
Living for the chaos of all things
Available for the shiny things
and with a complimentary discount too

Iron dinosaurs
The stonemaker's creation
Yearn for a place to adore
The bonehead collectors
To abruptly reshape the trampled mold
To form it with maximum precision
and in spirit level
The last letter of the book will contain the wisdom of the path the world took
Paradise or destruction
One will not have seen the other
And cannot distinguish the two
Where we are now
Depends on the eyes that look

Heart divided by hand
The sword guilty of war
A million grains in a glass of sand
Time changes
Not mankind

Once there was a lady and a man, they had a son, T.
T was a good kid. some would say he was their highlight of the day, T would make others feel warm, when it was cold, he would assist when a serious talk was needed, he was very young, as if reborn when he woke up, but they could tell he was an old soul.

Now, as T grew older, and his parents grew old alongside him, they had a harder and harder time, controlling T. One day, wrongfully disciplined, not digested and not tasted, T went nuts. Like all teenagers, this old soul, had so much anger towards the generation before him, for all their injustice and wrongdoing, T exploded, his cup ran over, and spilled all over.. His parents was burned, they could'nt understand how he could be so angry with them, that he would want to hurt them, but T did'nt care, he had to let them know how he felt, that from everything nice he has ever done, he would not sit and watch them drink all the wrong things down..

T, decided to leave home, and have a distanced relationship, as all T's has too, because even though something is very good, it can also hurt you, and that is why you have to be careful when drinking T(ea) and raising T(eens)..

I don't like it !

Seriously, there's nothing all that great about it
It's all been seen, heard and done before
Everybody uses elaborate words to flaunt their knowledge in a field where intelligence is merit
Everybody uses dumbed down banalities to come across as the everyman, being outrages, yet funny
A cliché of a cliché
Oh' what a great life, but not really !

The newest installment of this comes as no surprise
In todays paper of "ordinary boring", we are presented with the two new buzzwords of the day;
Positivity and Health
Have you run a marathon yet ?
Are you a negative influence on your work place ?
Guide: How to ignore the painful truth and create fake energy
Is there anything more pathetic than every person in the world lying to themselves.
If it's not the blatant ignorance of; world hunger, personal problems, true opinions, it's lying to everybody around you.

You hate that dress ! You think that he's pathetic ! You know **** well what you like, so don't refer to me as if you know what I want, think or need !

A dishonest world is the observer's nightmare
The observer's nightmare is a dishonest world
Observe Dishonest World
World Observe Dishonest
Dishonest World Observe
Which came first and how can it ever change ?

I dislike the pretty words, I dislike the sentiment of "good" and "nice", because I understand that it will not bring something new, a change or move anything or anyone. Sometimes to get better, you have to get bad, and even that is ignored, to obtain the status quo of that which will never remain.
What is the point ?

True emotion, true feelings, truth in general is good.
The naked, ugly, discarded, frantic, ******, irresponsible, amputated and lonely truth.
TRY IT !

A burning cup of whatever it is, I care not
I held the kid in my hands and felt the shackles emerge
The tower with the seven sides, leaves no place to hide and only space to jump
As the eagles claws on the burning and downright chilling hillside, in the desert town of birds & nests
Nobody's left, no bodies left, no buddies, left, know Buddy's left ?
Isolation, Extinction, Direction & Information

Turrets jump out of the trees
Young men staring emptily  awaiting orders begging for something to distract
The education of destruction, for which they have been bred,  in a way so cleverly hid
A chance none stands, to get a life is to take a life and here I stand, baby in hands,
Am I making my sacrifice ?

The heartfelt and joyus opera blowing out of her chest
Throws me to the ground, tears flow and I can't rest
The innocence of the pill, makes us love harder with no reason to doubt
We are free
We are holding hands
We are tonight
The higher supreme of your being radiates like an answering machine, continuing to ask me, to please you, by a message from me
I can't control the jump and flow, moving from my hips,
My thighs, my lips, and I kiss you !
The horn section so induced by the grooves, that they ask us not to move, cause they can't play in the shadow of our love
They last a little, we last so long
Enchanted and romantic
Lets sing them our song
And dance the whole night long
Like every beat to a drum, there is a constant going on, as they sun steps down to sleep, the moon Sweeps the light at our feet, and we dance the whole night long
One beat of love replaced by a new one, and with every dawn, there is place for you
Right here with me, where you belong