The Anger at Being MeI steal breaths from trees and water from your kisses I live in this world on the backs of others I live in this world but I’m not of it My eyes seek out stars in the day And I bathe in the light of night Copiously I give my love And selfishly I refuse to receive Let me closer and I’ll drink your tears and take your breath awayThe Anger at Being Me
Here there be MonstersHere there be monsters of terrible truth Unknowns await sailors with nerve Beware the unbridled excess of youth Or face all the terrors the reckless deserveHere there be Monsters
Those who push past the edge of the known And race forward unheeded by laws of men Find beasts of verity grind to the bone And fate can’t be scribed with paper and pen
Too Young to Die...Too Young to Die, Too Old to SurviveToo Young to Die...
We are the last of a new generation Balancing on the point of a needle Bled of our life and then given another artificial and hollow to make our own
We are the first of old incarnations Forged by mustard gas and fire Tempered by anvils that leave surgical scars Precision damage from smart bombs and smarter drugs
We are the leaders of a damaged nation Our temples ransacked but our spirits remain Open wounds expose our open hearts x-rays reveal our bones of steel!
We are an exercise in concentrati
