2. In The Flesh
She walks these empty streets alone
Looking for something they call home
Hoping to find some peace of mind
Sometimes we need to walk alone
She is set on running away
Though her mom was yelling she must stay
A wind beaten bird for reasons unheard
Sometimes it is best to run away
So fly away, fly away, fly away
Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, fly away
Some wear their bruises on their skin
Others hide their scars deep within
She has a wound close to her womb
Blames herself for letting it in
So fly away, fly away, fly away
Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, fly away
But She's afraid, she's afraid, she's afraid
Anyway
See those eyes, see those eyes, see those eyes
Hate and lies, a fire that slowly dies
But She will fly, she will fly, she will fly
Before it dies
Sometimes the hands that feed
Must feed a mind with a sick need
And the hands that clutch can be
The same hands that touch too much
Eyes that hungrily stare
Read in an access that's not there
While eyes close to hide tears
Or look away in fear
Run away!
Passing the open stores
Hiding her dirty sores
Seeking asylum among freaks and whores
What wouldn't she give to be in a society
Not learning the eyes to be closed but to see
Now she bites the words
Never
She kicks the ground
Never
Swallows her tears
Never will I go back
She hits the walls
Leave me!
Scratches herself
Leave me!
Begs to all Gods
Rip me from this sick flesh!
I will always be there
No!
She holds her ears
You know that I love you
Pretends that she doesn't hear
We're in this together
We share the same skin
Panic in his voice now
Free us from sin
Tell me that you love me
This is the end
I know that you do
Of her way
Never ever again
Follow me down
God forgive this hunger
Please mommy see
Never tell a soul
Is it me?
A child will love its parents
Will follow them down
She swears to the pavement's heart of stone
That these city lights will be her home
But still as they burn she will return
Back to the adults. . . of her home.
6. Her Voices
Looking at you I see her face
Through all these years, just waiting
It all catches up to you when you slow down
I'm back in that yard, tasting that shame
Of pushing her down, Of kids and her games
...their strongholds
We had a bigger world - we had a better view
I guess I never fully realized then
What she lost when I cut that loss
So she filled the void with unearthly friends
Voices of hers - greater... than us
We had a bigger world - we had a better view
I wish she'd never told us about her voices
We were strong, we were much too strong
Never forgive - never forget
We picked and pierced, we ripped and we tore
We hit and we scratched to make in her a hole
Glares and eyes - whispers and notes
Attached to her every pose
We fed her shouts
For the collection of her voices
I was too weak to collect
But so, it turned out, was she
Both paid in soul for the cutting of that loss
Their ugly truth
Outnumbered by far her beautiful dream
And I closed my eyes
Were her eyes in yours already when we met?
Am I still paying debts to recover Life?
Now I can see she proved to be right
As she was called down
It's sad though...
...that I turned out to be one of her voices.
8. King Of Loss
Mother, at my first breath
Every paragraph was set
As I inhaled the scent of debt
Mother, that first stolen air
On papers saying I'm not mine
We crown you, the King of Loss...
Better get on your feet
Best be one of us
Better get yourself on the list
For success
Dress up as a State investment
Charm the press
A breed from the seed of only
One short breath
Mother, hence we cry:
Some of us are free to stand
Most of us are bound to lie
In those bloodstained beds
No one can afford to pay
The prices on their babies' heads
I am the King of Loss!
For every dear smile I feel I'm not one of us
An ivory coin for every plus on your stone
One more governmental blade
Now drawn from its sheath
Quite a bargain I'd say since either way
You will live by the show of our teeth!
Mother, I wish that we could talk
You see
I'm not fit to play this game
Bound by its rules just the same
My talents turned to talons
Every monetary pile
Will buy me a precious smile...
smile...
So smile for the King of Loss
Feed from the juices
Bleeding from this cross
Then tell me our lives mean more
Than this vain thirst!
A governmental blade
Drawn from its private sheath
Quite a bargain I'd say, since either way
You'll be living by the show of our...
I hold up my head
This was my life
Now I'm with the dead
So I lay my bare neck
This is your call
Dub a king or a wreck
(Mother, listen to me mother)
This was my life
This is your call
Is this all I am? Is this all I'll be?
This is not enough!
We're all crying for respect and attention
We're all dying for a painless redemption!
This is not what I wanted
But for every drop of blood I lost myself
I, too, lay bleeding on the sidewalk...
Mother
Long live the dying king
A governmental blade
Now drawn from its private sheath
Quite a bargain I'd say, since either way
I will live by the show of your teeth...
12. The Perfect Element
Yesterday found him today
Caught him at his last breath
These walls built to stand come-what-may
Lie shattered in the ashes
His skin against this dirty floor
Eyes fixed on the ceiling
He has stretched those chains of sin
Far beyond all feelings
Still, so still...
In his head a thunderous
Cry of desperation
Tearing voices from his past
Scream for his attention
Behind those eyes a world explodes
No one there to save him
All pain that he's been passing on
Answers to his craving
Once more
I will never leave this shame...
Falling beyond the point of no return
Nothing to become and nothing left to burn
Stealing meaning from this child
We took away his reason
His soul put under lock and key
His heart blackened from treason
But if you take from those you fear
Everything they value
You have bred the perfect beast
Drained enough to kill you
Falling beyond the point of no return
Nothing to become and nothing left to burn
Watching unseen untouched bleeding
Empty exposed dying eyes closed
Once he had forests and mountains
That were only his - listening to him
Once he would run through the summer days
Catching memories for ages to come
Now he is dressing this naked floor
With his flesh and blood, and times passes by
His trade of pain might just have lead him
To deal with consequence
For some change as time passes by
I am the waking child
(Lingering, climbing, clinging, clutching
Craving, clawing, hurting, falling down)
I, the wayward son of a mountain lake
(Of icy liquor tears, of a silent Earth)
(Of a rusty lid, of a wingless wind)
(Of an eyeless storm, of fallen gods,
who lost their way)
I set myself on fire
To breed the Perfect Element
Will I ever walk again?
Falling far beyond the point of no return
Nothing to become and nothing left to burn
(This is the end)
Nothing left to say,
The pain will go away
Now you must surely see,
That you are killing me
You are killing me
Now you are killing me
(You must never leave this shame!)
Now you are killing me
(You must never leave this shame!)
Now you are killing me
(You must never leave this shame!)
Is this more than you want?