Obliterate

He is dark - nothing but a tortured soul
He is a solitaire - Quiet and grim
he has few friends, many want to kill him
Yet despite his deathly aura he ain’t lull
He is filled with only pain and sorrow
As he can’t love but hate, he can’t go back
What’s more he can’t defend only attack
He can’t run but go onto tomorrow
And yet he weeps for his predicament
For those who’ve come to know him and his curse
But fighting from chaos does he emerge
Only atrocities does he commit

He doesn’t take any crap from anyone
But can’t recall when he last saw the sun


14th January 2001

I ride the Highway with Jesus

I ride this freeway with a friend in need
On the highway of life he will guide me
Jesus will lead me to my destiny
Yes, because he is a true friend indeed
Yes, I will do what he tells me to do
But you bet it’s going to be worth it!
Nasty comments don’t bother me one bit
As Jesus will life me up when I’m blue
I don’t care what infidels have to say
Because I’m happy with this way of life
I know Jesus will protect me from strife
With his help, I will see another day

He tells me everything will be alright
He’ll pat my back as I walk in the light


14th January 2001

The Question of Ignorance Prevailing

So why, in this world, is there ignorance?
Good ideas are gone in favour of crap
Rejection of what’s correct makes no sense
And enlightenment is ignored by saps
Old ideas are forgotten for the new
Even though these new ideas are bollocks
And geniuses are forgotten too
For young brain dead people with the right looks
People only hear what they want to hear
Towards enlightenment they all go blind
They switch off and continue drinking beer
So much for the Millennium of the mind

This modern age is quickly sour
So much for the phrase: Knowledge is power


13th January 2001

Eradicate

What is left me is only a shell
Everything inside me has been burned out
There’s nothing I can do but scream and shout
In my very own self-constructed hell
I want to burn everything in my sight
To oblivion I will make folk go
And as I make this world an inferno
Flames of my pain and strength will light the night
But this would be different if you’d stayed
Yet my tears and my pain can’t bring you back
And now happiness is what my heart lacks
Without you my violence will not be swayed

If you stay around, my violence will turn
Until then, all will continue to burn


13th January 2001

Failures

I really love you but you curse my face
And while I’m am alone all the time
You left sanity for another place
Yet we are both ignored for social crime
I’m still true even though you reject me
But I only stand and watch as you fall
But as for my loyalty you still can’t see
I wonder: Why did you put up the wall?
You say no one gives a stuff about you
Have you forgotten about me? I ask
Open your eyes I’ll take you somewhere new
Free yourself and find me. Make that your task

I am alone. You are sanity less
But only I can take us out of this mess


13th January 2001

Traitor’s die

So have you worked out why I’m still your friend?
To my friends I am loyal until dead
Now is that something you can comprehend?
Can you get that message through your thick head?
I went and put my faith and trust in you
But you went and blew them both straight to hell
And my never fading loyalty too
You took that and tore to pieces as well
I would’ve done anything for you, you know
But I doubt if you would’ve given a toss
We still talk but this lie I’m living grows
You ignore this true friend. You’re at a loss

Understanding I sought after in you
I care for you but you don’t have a clue


5-7th January 2001

My Generation is totally fucked up

So can anyone tell me why dobbers die?
And why being self-centred is the way?
Why have guilt and compassion been blown sky high?
Why has sympathy never seen the day?
Why is it that Christians are frowned upon?
Why does one, at all costs, maintain their pride?
Why do folk live by rules being broken?
Why from the inevitable one must hide?
And tell me, why does betrayal run riot?
Why are old ideas always forgotten?
When given facts why does one refuse it?
Why are all modern ears filled with cotton?

Now folk only hear what they want to hear
This generation’s fucked - That’s all that’s clear


3rd January 2001

Pandora's Box

He sure knows how to turn the ladies on
He’s a poet, he buy’s flowers, the works!
You better grab him quick before he’s gone
He is a big catch in a sea of jerks
He knows how to make a great atmosphere
He is intimate and has emotions
He’s honest - he knows what they want to hear
He isn’t afraid to make a notion.
Again and Again he proves he does care
He makes folk want to draw another breath
He listens while other men wouldn’t dare
He is extremely loyal to the death

Yet despite all this he still has to moan
Why is he single? Why is he alone?


3rd January 2001