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War (song lyrics)

 Drapery billows; dancing in the hillside wind. 

Colours clear against the sky. Bared teeth breathing. 

Lay these in waiting for velvety fatal embrace.

Softness of flesh meets hardened skins.

Expected acceptance;

All demands have been denied.


You brought promise of conquest of me

By any means.

Laid your hatred at my door.

"I warned you I would quench your thirst for blood.

And I shall.

Drink your fill.

This is war."


"I want to ride storms, trample on dangerous waves." 

"If I should die in this war, it will be my good fortune."

"I was born to do this."

 "I'm not here to witness."

"I will not yield. I will not falter."


You brought promise of conquest of me

By any means.

Laid your hatred at my door.

"I warned you I would quench your thirst for blood.

And I shall.

Drink your fill.

This is war."


Besiegement horrific, we chose victory pyrrhic 

Over your barbaric law.

Incursion oppressive, expression aggressive 

Impressive displays of shock and awe.

Bombardment relentless, this violence senseless,

A riot impious and raw

Deluded by hubris, denuded by truth is

The foregone conclusion of my downfall.

Battlefront brutal belittlement futile 

Hear this lioness roar

'Cause fortitude's meter measures not the blows dealt but measures the number of blows you endure

Yes

Fortitude's yardstick measures not the blows dealt but measures the number of blows you endure.


You brought promise of conquest of me

By any means.

Laid your hatred at my door.

"I warned you I would quench your thirst for blood.

And I shall.

Drink your fill.

This is war."


"I warned you I would quench your thirst for

 blood.

And I shall.

Drink your fill.

This is war."


Our new song War is out now on SoundCloud. Listen here; 

https://on.soundcloud.com/mjAjzwmjZtELBlCzdw


The Lunatic Will Always Look Like A Lunatic

I’m a loud speaker, baby.
The fun-house mirror of the world.
I amplify the signals.
I throw back at you your words.
I’m a great big natural sea sponge,
absorbing your projections.
I long to be impermeable, unreflective
to have protection
from all the barbs and badness
that others throw at me.
Instead I let them in,
magnify them, then I see
the way I’ve been affected
and what I’m giving out
isn’t really what I think at all
so what’s that all about?
Thoughts not mine come flowing forth
frothing with their falsehoods
while reason screams “you’re making scenes
from others’ opinions and bullshit!”
True people make me truly myself,
I noticed years ago
when first I learned what it meant
to honestly let go.
The worst of these adopted themes
is others’ jealousy.
I don’t know how to deal with it
it doesn’t come naturally.
Instead it makes me crazy,
thinking in ever smaller circles,
doubting those I love
eroding my hard-won self-worth.
It must be fucking awful
to have to always feel like that.
I’m glad these thoughts are not mine;
I’ve just absorbed them from that twat.
The one who fawns all over him
and then treats me like shit.
To see her act like a Mean Girl bitch
is frankly, a bit pathetic.
I’m his wife and he’s my husband
and we believe in marriage.
Perhaps you should focus on your boyfriend;
your own relationship needs to be salvaged.
You’ve no respect for us, it’s clear
and your self respect needs attention.
And as you really aren’t worth my time

This is the last time you’ll get a mention.