Some people have been placed
in positions of authority
Looked up to by everyone
Treated like royalty
They're the it thing for a time
By general society
Then they get tiring
to look at or see
Then people get out their lighters
And spark the wick
For they sit on a powder keg
that they didn't choose
Didn't read the fine print
Didn't know fame is a ruse
One little spark
and all hell breaks loose
Trained from youth
To lead not to follow
But they have no real answers
Their words are hollow
Yet reflect what we're all thinking
However shallow
They are beacons of adversity
Lightning rods of controversy
The spirit of the times
Show love to your celebrity
but don't let them lead
They are just human beings
Don't bow at their feet

May the morning sun and evening moon
be enough to keep you company
Don't be easily controlled
Guided by truth I think you can make it

...is what I wish I was taught
I always wanted to carve my own path
But they wouldn't leave me alone
Eventually I stopped fighting and bowed

I was put under their whim
Whatever they wanted I did
Mow the lawn, take out trash
Help me with my work

A house run like a prison
Under distress I was at a breaking point
So I ran away from them and from school
Cops were called, and then the mental institution

Then they pulled a quick one and did a 180
They really did leave me alone
I was driven out and told to fend on my own
Where wind and cold chill to the bone

Why do such things happen?
You used me for your own pleasure
and as soon as I stopped being cute
you discarded me

So now I'm alone fighting the elements
In my head are all sorts of thoughts I can't say
Hatred and disappointment in myself and others
I numb the pain away

I can't move
My thoughts are destructive
In fetters of fear
I'm dreading things to come

I trust no one
Everyone is suspicious
They can read me like a book
Like my parents, with one look

I wake up and eat
Take the morning commute
Stop and go
News radio
I get in the mind frame
The dusty factory mood
Cleaning and sweeping
Working the machine
On the outside I'm in keeping
with the routine
But Inside I'm weeping
Wanting to go to sleep
What goes on in my mind
I cannot say
Nobody ever stopped
to listen anyway
Just cleaning and sweeping
Washing the grime
I wish I talked to you more
But I never had time
Now I feel cheap
I can buy you bread
But I could never help with
what goes on in your head

The life I have
is what I was given
by the almighty God
No choice but to live it
I feel honoured and privileged
to take abuse from the livid
who fight against God
and Christ who is risen
With this I am busy
The LORD guides my feet
I try not to judge
but my judgement is concrete
For the work I conceive
Life I receive
It's a joy to believe
You cannot deceive
I tell real from fake
I know lamb from snake
For the most high talks to me
and protects me for his sake
Through the valley of poison
My heart remains open
The fact I'm still standing
I owe it to him

Loving too much and too often
Yields unexpected results
I tried to love everyone
Ended up falling apart
For they knew I was open
24/7
To tickle their eardrums
And flatter their hearts
I always gave love
Yet didn't received it
They took it for granted
Or didn't believe it
I took what was golden
And made it so common
From platinum to copper
Stretching it thin
When I ran out
The sorrow began
Now I live with the shame
That I don't understand

...and it hits me like a ton of bricks
uncovered stones that long lay still
which never needed to be unturned
only insects dwell in this unseen
darkness that i bring to light
i want to bury it back to where it belongs
i'm trapped in emotion that comes in a bag
air tight and ready to be opened again
by a clumsy mind that knows no barriers
take a whiff and instantly remember
all the things that i have seen
all the places i have been
all the faces that i've known
and the town where i have grown
from a point of view that might not be true
or tainted by the passage of time
better to forget and live anew
each day is a chance to make it right
and i cannot give up the fight

He killed all his rivals
Stood on their corpses
Looked down on his kingdom
Confessed he felt nothing
He looked at the sky
The stars gave their light
The moon grinned right back
All through the night
He stood immortalized
The world was his prize
The girls sang their song
Professing him wise
The jesters danced before him
The servants saw no wrong
He put them to the test
Made them kneel at his behest
Drank wine from the best
The priests gave their blessing
Thus he was blessed
One day his spirit fell into a deep rest
And as he woke up
Felt the knife through his chest