Fighting for my life In a world you cannot see; In my hand I hold a knife And wait for what’s to be; Like the man who beats his wife, My anger held inside of me; Living with the strife, Is this to be my destiny? Trapped behind the wall, Solemn as I’ll ever be; Listening for that call, The one that sets me free; Hoping not to fall, Climbing for eternity; To climb this wall so tall, I know will be my destiny.

Naked and afraid the darkness penetrates my   Orifice with a sting of delight. I've become entranced by the mystery of the darkness and my Body has been devoured by its essence.   This sensation is devoid of real happiness and has bewitched my Mind into seeking momentary pleasure.   My identity has been lost and my path unclear.   Crystal cocks have blotted from my soul the essence that was once Me. I'm left with mystery, misery, and myself to blame.   The darkness has stripped me bare, standing silent and pained with Pleasure, to no avail.

For divinity I pray, as the iniquitous ones play their games. Insatiably I lay, wanting only to indulge in frequence. Their eyes, so perverse, are burning into my desires. Indignantly, I repress those maudlin ones as each tear they shed within causes me to disappear. You ogle at my martyr soul yet refuse to sacrifice in the name of passion. Insidiously, I walk a destined path as the corrupted ones perish in the wake of their proprietor.  

Breaking the speed limit two or three times over. Stay on step, I’m only a muscle twitch from grievous injury or death. A sudden movement, the snap of a serpent, inhaling deeply I try to trust my reason and my intuition. I was veering on old mountain roads trying to not be distracted by the glowing stars and the shining snow so I kept my eyes on the flowing road, all I could think of was “Don’t lose control.” I may be a fool, but I’m no dead man. I may be a fool, but at least I’m no hanged man. I may be a fool, oh I may be a fool.

Poor Billy lost his gun ‘Cause he lost his gun The NRA was pissed Threw Billy out of the USofA  His gun led him everywhere With no gun, or friends with guns Billy wasn't a man no more If Billy hadn’t lost his gun He’d still be a real man Get him a woman and a child Maybe even become President Poor Billy can’t start over Billy don’t know right from wrong ‘Less he’s got the right gun                                                Billy can’t afford a new gun Billy ain’t got nowheres to go Billy don’t know how to use his brain Billy’s life just ain’t worth living

Burning from within, My sin Is rubbing out on you; Twisting coils That scratch desire, My eyes Are haunting you beneath My caressing lust; My savage soul tears away Your inhibition; Come to me my sadist, Lick my pain And free my thirst; I kneel for you to take for good My innocence.