Cling from change like a tree in a hurricane.
Sometimes it gets to be more than you'd thought
and all your confident friends fly through
your pulverized shelter from it all.

What a change they've made.
I wonder just how revolutionary
they'll be after all the fun is over looking at just how
ugly their faces can get in the rear-view.

The only thing you ever did was desire youth and feel farther away
every year.
What a crime that is.

once you're gone I don't know just how special their over-bright
minds will get after this last over-reaching manipulative
display of how little of the sugar pouring from their eyes and
mouths doesn't turn splenda, **** the lights in their eyes, maybe
give them one last cry, then let them die.

Apart from this last gasp of hooks spewing from one's mouth the
story's over and you might kite a night time flight way past
any we've ever had.

I am the voice in your head
I can tell you how to do things
Right or wrong
All according to whim.

Sometimes righteous
Occasionally evil
My voice lends to the aural
What your soul intends to do.

You intone with me
As I speak
In the same way
Your consciousness never sleeps.

So what's the question
Or what's the game
As you know full well
I am ready to play.

This here is hallowed ground
Simply because I say so
Hold your tongue; not a sound
On this here hallowed ground

This here is a spiritual place
Simply because it is
Feel catharsis in the tears on your face
In this here spiritual place

This here is wrong
Simply because I don't understand it
Don't be like them or sing their songs
Because that, they, are wrong.

This here is right
Only because it's black and white
Don't you ever stray from what we like
Conform with us tonight.

Dream your peace
Whilst the world rages
Go lie in your steel-walled sleep
Let the crueller men deceive
Let better men bleed

A sleeping mind for sleeping times

What’s another casualty?
Doesn’t affect me
So you let deflections become reflexes
Unknowingly

Happenstance you came to live
In first world palms, with first world eyes
Never looking back at second place
Least of all the third in line

Whatever gets you to sleep at night

With such birth rights,
With such languor
I will rule the world in my own mind
With such circumstantial, beneficial, superiority
I will turn a blind eye

To everybody’s suffering but mine

I wrote ten letters last night
one for every monologue
I should have recited to you
but at the time
was too busy
worrying whether or not
you were right

The walking forbidden moon
The hour of the gong coming soon
Vampires in search of blood and crushing flesh
The end of the breathing pure life having nothing left
The end of humanity
The unleash in having no pity
Blood to strengthen Vampires souls
It doesn’t matter whether young or old
Humans are our enemy
It’s our time to reign for eternity
As we walk the night
Let our vision be clearly stated in sight
The night of torment and ******
Our leader Vampire Bob stated, “This is all at my command”
A blood thirst battle
It’s the Vampires victory being at the saddle
We will be more than just fright
There will be quick death being the plight
We will be reborn
For years, we were in a continual yond
Eyes on flesh that was with a renewed life on what Vampires will become
Lightening being our signal to begin and a Vampires establishment until the end
The Predator’s soul will become the Vampires behold and destiny our threshold.