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This is where the dream ends
where the soul of every man and woman is broken
where you carry your crippled children in hope of salvation
and you will lay them down to die
for salvation does not come
And the worth you have placed upon your life is finally revealed as nothing

Your weeping and wailing shall assuage no god
let these words echo deep, deep into your heart
cease your weeping and wailing
no one can hear you
no one can hear you
my words will cut your flesh like a knife.
for you shall hear them again
and again, and again, and again, anda again, and again....
you will hear these words again and again and again

You can pray to God
You can pray to Allah
You can pray to whomever
He will not hear you
your empty prayers
you embarrass yourself
like some infected junkie
you're searching for a fix.
Your God is a needle
Your God is a rusted razor
the filth in your blood
the filth in your vein

No machine will grind your bones to dust

This machine will grind your bones to dust
Like it has ground every generation before you
and only now the stakes are higher
and only now the machine runs faster

Children, I call you to war
was it for this your ancestors died?
Was it for this the land was stained blood red.
Here and now we face the end of all things,
the final and the absolute.
Planting seeds within
the nuclear generation, planting hope where there was none.
A hope that we may sweep all before us and crush their memory.


They say there is nothing left in this world worth fighting for, nothing left in this world worth dying for...
This is a lie.
There is so much to fight for, so much to die for.
There is one true enemy in this world.
Do I need to say it?
Do I need to stain the air with it’s name?
Or to soil the page?

A father he sees his children cry out,
And blind they flock, dead to the world.
He sees his women, wailing and weeping.
The mothers of all tragedy
And I your brother, a broken man,
I curse the day I was born.
I curse the day...

I ask, what price the martyred man?
Whose hand is turned by the grinding wheels of history?
I ask a simple question.
Who shall stand and who shall fall?
Whose deeds shall become song,
and whose words shall become law?

Don't leave me, I'm bleeding all over this linoleum floor. I'm still in disbelief. I'm drowning between the clear and blackening. From morning until night I'm losing sight of all the beautiful things. There's nothing here for me without you right here beside me. Why did you go, did you leave me here, leave me here to rot inside this empty place? I know that you are going far way. From morning until night I'm losing sight of all the beautiful things. A man sits naked in the middle of a room of a one bedroom apartment in New York City and no one knows he's there and no one's left to care whether or not the next drop comes out. And the blood would be warm and the blood would hug him just like she used to before she left him in this fucking mess where only one sentence repeats itself. And this is it, it says I will never love again. And on the fifth day he placed everything he owned in the centre of the room and he watched it burn as he recited all the beautiful words that had ever come out her mouth. And these are the same words that mock him now and tell him that she is not coming back that he is nothing not worth a fuck and only one sentence repeats itself. I will never love again. And for the first time in 25 years he cried rivers of black shitty oil that careered down his chest as the dam to his past broke, exploding, and its sinking all of his future now. And that was then and this is now as the animals reach their fever pitch and the windows implode in silence out of respect for the dying out of respect for the dead. I will never love again. And before he can say stop he's running down the street to the beat of his feet and past all the faces. Past all the places he's ever known, and past all the traces he's left of himself and into the sky and into the air past all the stars as he's calling out why. Over the ocean in search of the only love that will ever have.
And I will never love again.