Apr 2015
Can you hear the church bells
Ringing from cloud to golden cloud?
Like vibrant, musical rays of sunlight
Celebrating the miracle that we made it
Through another beautiful day
A friend of mine read my fortune recently
And the card that represented me
Was the Devil, overindulgent in vice and carnal desires
The others mostly had to do with letting go
Of my problems, my burdens for a while
My burdens are hard to let go
But it’s not work or school
That weighs heavy on my aching heart
All of the people in this world
Suffering, starving
Living and dying like rats
In exquisite first world filth
I literally feel a pain
Smoldering in my chest
When I stop to reflect
Which is every
Single
Day
So I had to think
(Carefully now, for the lies we tell ourselves
Introduce us to the Devil)
What is it that tricks me?
What is it that fools me into thinking I need it?
Sure, I like to have fun
But, Christ, I’m no addict
Is it greed? No, I would burn all of my possessions
If there was no other way to stay warm
Maybe lust? No, I’ve been lonely for a while
But I think I’ve come to terms with that
I think deep down in some crevice of my soul or corner of my mind
I always knew there would be no comfort for the Devil
During the cold, wet night...
Even after the bells fade into the air
I stare into the blue abyss
That fades to black upon eternal miles
But the Sun will keep the skies aglow
At least until it goes to hide
Behind cloud upon polluted cloud
And it is far too late
The beautiful days
Are grey, grim
Hopeless
They say the Devil is an abomination
Well, what does that make us when
There are athletes, movie stars, presidents
Lounging in their mansions and their private jets?
Meanwhile most of us struggle to survive
In their ****** up
Putrid system
Meanwhile two headed babies are born in Vietnam
That don’t make it to see the age of six
Victims of Agent Orange
Meanwhile there are children in Africa
That walk for miles to drink from cholera infested streams
Because the company leaves their faucets dry
(Yet there is coca cola everywhere)
So many people that are made to do terrible things
And die terrible deaths
Meanwhile there are people sleeping on our own streets
Living off of trash, struggling even more than most
(And how much food is thrown away daily
For lack of someone to pay for it?)
There are hundreds of thousands of men, women, children
Who have no homes, who can't get warm
During the cold, wet night
The other day on the radio
I heard that Jay-Z or Kanye, whichever one of those vapid, stupid celebrity *****
Spent 600,000 dollars on a ******* rocking horse for their kid
While there are people starving in this world...
WHAT THE **** DOES THAT MAKE THEM
IF NOT AN ABOMINATION?
(More importantly, what does that make me
For liking some of their music?)
It’s just frustrating to feel like you’re the only one
Who cares, who sees
ATROCITIES for what they are
Who is filled with RAGE
At those committing them
I would BURN all of my possessions, no
I would burn myself ALIVE
(Though I'd much rather see them burn)
If only it would change this
And give everyone in the world
A never ending supply
Of beautiful days...
I see it... the Devil is my anger
My fury is what I must let go
To love without the hate
But something must be done
Something's gotta give
Or soon enough, mark my words
No one will ever love again
An autumn breeze tiptoes around me
And gently shakes the tree awake
So it remembers to let go of its many, many burdens
That it may sleep undisturbed
During the cold, wet night
They fall like dead bodies, maybe jealous angels
Twisted, wrinkled, lifeless
The color of earth or burnt flesh
They swing to the ground like snow
And sound like drops of rain
On another beautiful day
The bells are long gone
And now, I’m left to wonder
Is it truly the tree letting them go
Or does wind inspire the leaves to fly
Only to drop them to the floor
And let them decompose among the other dreamers
During the cold, wet night
Ringing from cloud to golden cloud?
Like vibrant, musical rays of sunlight
Celebrating the miracle that we made it
Through another beautiful day
A friend of mine read my fortune recently
And the card that represented me
Was the Devil, overindulgent in vice and carnal desires
The others mostly had to do with letting go
Of my problems, my burdens for a while
My burdens are hard to let go
But it’s not work or school
That weighs heavy on my aching heart
All of the people in this world
Suffering, starving
Living and dying like rats
In exquisite first world filth
I literally feel a pain
Smoldering in my chest
When I stop to reflect
Which is every
Single
Day
So I had to think
(Carefully now, for the lies we tell ourselves
Introduce us to the Devil)
What is it that tricks me?
What is it that fools me into thinking I need it?
Sure, I like to have fun
But, Christ, I’m no addict
Is it greed? No, I would burn all of my possessions
If there was no other way to stay warm
Maybe lust? No, I’ve been lonely for a while
But I think I’ve come to terms with that
I think deep down in some crevice of my soul or corner of my mind
I always knew there would be no comfort for the Devil
During the cold, wet night...
Even after the bells fade into the air
I stare into the blue abyss
That fades to black upon eternal miles
But the Sun will keep the skies aglow
At least until it goes to hide
Behind cloud upon polluted cloud
And it is far too late
The beautiful days
Are grey, grim
Hopeless
They say the Devil is an abomination
Well, what does that make us when
There are athletes, movie stars, presidents
Lounging in their mansions and their private jets?
Meanwhile most of us struggle to survive
In their ****** up
Putrid system
Meanwhile two headed babies are born in Vietnam
That don’t make it to see the age of six
Victims of Agent Orange
Meanwhile there are children in Africa
That walk for miles to drink from cholera infested streams
Because the company leaves their faucets dry
(Yet there is coca cola everywhere)
So many people that are made to do terrible things
And die terrible deaths
Meanwhile there are people sleeping on our own streets
Living off of trash, struggling even more than most
(And how much food is thrown away daily
For lack of someone to pay for it?)
There are hundreds of thousands of men, women, children
Who have no homes, who can't get warm
During the cold, wet night
The other day on the radio
I heard that Jay-Z or Kanye, whichever one of those vapid, stupid celebrity *****
Spent 600,000 dollars on a ******* rocking horse for their kid
While there are people starving in this world...
WHAT THE **** DOES THAT MAKE THEM
IF NOT AN ABOMINATION?
(More importantly, what does that make me
For liking some of their music?)
It’s just frustrating to feel like you’re the only one
Who cares, who sees
ATROCITIES for what they are
Who is filled with RAGE
At those committing them
I would BURN all of my possessions, no
I would burn myself ALIVE
(Though I'd much rather see them burn)
If only it would change this
And give everyone in the world
A never ending supply
Of beautiful days...
I see it... the Devil is my anger
My fury is what I must let go
To love without the hate
But something must be done
Something's gotta give
Or soon enough, mark my words
No one will ever love again
An autumn breeze tiptoes around me
And gently shakes the tree awake
So it remembers to let go of its many, many burdens
That it may sleep undisturbed
During the cold, wet night
They fall like dead bodies, maybe jealous angels
Twisted, wrinkled, lifeless
The color of earth or burnt flesh
They swing to the ground like snow
And sound like drops of rain
On another beautiful day
The bells are long gone
And now, I’m left to wonder
Is it truly the tree letting them go
Or does wind inspire the leaves to fly
Only to drop them to the floor
And let them decompose among the other dreamers
During the cold, wet night
