Anger and Solitude

What empty heads of questions we are.

The feelings of anger and solitude Take over the temple of flesh and restless bones

They dance and sing while the devil inside is carving stones

Unearthing bodies from distant past and distant future the present is not so distant.

They are pulled out like lint from pocket with a shiny dime to show

the grater things that should happen now.

All of us have a few confessions pending

and some are worth sending to the grave of a mother so holy

If she can't forgive you who will?

Do you open your heart? Or open your mind?

Kick back relax and breath for a while

Is it worth the time spent locked away for summer stay? or a winters day?

It's your choice.

The rest of us have to choose

between weeks of rest or daily dress so we can continue to live our lives full of stress

And balance ourselves of anger and solitude

We'll watch as the lines are drawn down our wrists.

An earthquake is all we need

Something to remind us that we are alive

A hurricane would be good but they just seem to pass us by.

We don't know anything anymore

Should I shut up? No I'll keep going on

Times are hard and we are falling apart and like the idiots we

are we beg and borrow with out the intention to return

a little smack of wrists and some stones are thrown we'll carry

on like a viruses clone. Let us go and bury ourselves with sin.

It's what we do when shit happens to you and like a little boy

No I'm not playing coy we'll continue to treat the world like a little toy.

Purging ourselves of reckless fortitude in immature rations with our

right hand on the good book and the left one giving the finger.

This is blasphemy and you know it!

You know we're all better off being used.

So throw your rocks and your sticks you'll find out who has the bigger dick

It will be a new world order where you can grow your food but not be able

to eat it. What luck. Ask your self whats it all to show for? Is it sweet enough

for you?

And we are all confident in holding back our complements and chivalry is dead as a doornail

hammered within our wrists. We'll bitch at this and fall for that all thats left is this little fact

we have the potential to create.


So in the end remember that life is a balancing act a movement between to worlds.

Keep the tight rope tight and pole in line maybe you'll end up fine. So don't be crude

just be patient create your own revelation in this world of anger and solitude.