FEND FOR THEMSELVES.
Without a smile, close the eyes
Hide from realisation
But never turn it out
Into the night alone.
And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.
Passing time to scrape away
The cloak that marks the mind
Reveal the robe of eloquence
How the mighty are fallen.
But prying eyes see only
The images of their nemesis
Beckoning in to seek resistance
They pledge a soul this night.
And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.
By light of the golden orb
The flaxen myth becomes reality
Holding hope for sins past
Revisit night after night.
And before the sleepy rest their heads
Pay homage for getting through
The words to the very end
Playing on similes crossing fingers.
And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.
A portion of cherry pie
No cream just the whipping
Leaving the long dark shed
Buried outside the wall.
For who calls the tune
Cannot give sanctity
To a dissimilar similar faith
As one in death but not in life.
And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.
Opportunity lost and goal reached
That longing for longing satiated
To spoil by touching, far greater crime
Than giving in to what is real.
And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.
Not born of man nor woman’s breast
By the trees under moonlit sky
A vagrant soul lies searching
Underground on which we all rely.
For hiding under smug satisfaction
Lies pause for thought for sure
Withered by its starvation
But strong in retribution – it awaits.
And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.
Hearken to the tune played on the led
Beyond the scaffold up high
A life lies in tears and perspiration
Willing hell to reign on earth.
And we will seek the unreal
To place beside our steel
There is never an easy path
Always the searchers fend for themselves.
And now the hats been raised
And shouldered are the memories
There lies only one road
That leads so far away
To lead us and them
Back to where it all began.
GRUM