Some men live their lives
forcibly chained to a ball
of iron and curse God.
Others willingly chain
themselves to a cross
of gold and curse the
devil.

Odd sort of folk these
Christians...

THEIR beliefs are myth
OUR beliefs are religion

On high the gods laugh...

Restless thoughts pervade
A slow rain begins to fall
Madness washed away

When the world seems
too heavy
And my back is breaking
from the load
I look off in the distance
but see no lights upon
the road
Well it all just kind of ended
before I knew it had begun
I'm tired of this darkness
and the shadows on the sun

Life is never easy
and death is always
hard
I look up at the dealer
as he passes me a card
I slip it in my pocket
and I walk out in the yard
The moonlight looks so jaded
and it pays me no regard

Salvation in a bottle
Liberation in a glass
The God who made
the flowers put the
serpent in the grass
I guess the way it
happens is the way
it's supposed to be
Heaven is for certain…

If you never disagree.

Chapman, gun in hand
Lennon lies shot and bleeding
My world changed that day

It’s just so **** frustrating
all this ignorance and war
It gets my mind to thinking
what the Hell is it all for

Half a million dying
for some worthless desert sand
No matter how they moralize
I just don’t understand

It seems to me that freedom
can’t be purchased with a gun
But hey the folks in Washington
they’ve got to have their fun

They’ll tell you Christ is coming
so you’d better pick a side
Cuz’ if you ain’t a Christian
There will be no place to hide

No theology
And no ideology

The sound of one hand...

Now and Zen I think of things
I've never thunk before
I think
and think
and think
and think
Then sit and think some more.
When evening comes
I take my thoughts
and put them in a jar
Then stroll among the fireflies
and wish upon a star

He’s found Hell
who's searched
his mind and dared
to see his soul.
And Heaven too
is there as well
for those who pay
the toll.
But few find Heaven
from within and many
rot in Hell.
While fewer still find
anything and no one
lives to tell.

Spinning ever faster into oblivion,
the servant cannot hear the Master’s
voice
All the world burns with the greed
of the new divinity
The preoccupied masses kneel before
the glow of the sacred blue screen as
the last lights of humanity flicker
and vanish into the abyss

Oh man, what has thy vanity brought?

Serpent of Eden
Your gift of liberation
A curse or blessing?

Does anyone know
where sanity goes
when the voices
cry out in the silence?
And all that you knew
has been proven untrue
but the blood and the pain
and the violence.
If there ever was time
to collect what is mine
it’s a long time ago
I am certain.
The reward I desired
was consumed in the fire
when the gods up on high
dropped the curtain.
And don’t ever presume
that your life will resume
when insanity passes with
morning.
For the shadows hold fast
to the present and past
when love disappears
without warning.

A genuine love,
If only for a moment,
Is eternal bliss.

Infatuation,
Though it may last a lifetime,
Dies with the body

The world falls apart
All our dreams reduced to ash
Clouds pass unaware

Through a morning rain
I hear the voice of nature
Laughing at my sins

Far in the distance
The sound of one hand clapping
Echoes through my soul

Fearing the grey tomb
So much so you fail to live
Dead before your time