THIS MADNESS.

Hit, feel the blow
Higher than the underhand
But lower than the belt.

Not quite what was expected
Though in the darkest fears
it was incarnate.

Oh help me, help me
To come to terms with this madness
Give me the sense to wonder
If I know I can be me.

The prophet stared at me
Told me there will be a madness
And laughed until I cried.

I screamed aloud to the wise one
He’d pay for the pain to come
But he was unpeturbed.

Oh help me, help me
To come to terms with this madness
Give me the sense to wonder
If I know I can be me.

Got no hold, the disperance is cold
Without sanity there can be no trial
So why the wait, let us go.

Doomed to fall into the line
Shouting name, no rank at all
Living this razors edge, who pays my call.
Oh help me, help me
To come to terms with this madness
Give me the sense to wonder
If I know I can be me.

Gone is the choice, where once was hope
The evil lives on and on
And I am its tool, too late to pray.

Don’t cry for me, the option I took
Learning to live is like
Knowing how it is to die.

Oh help me, help me
To come to terms with this madness
Give me the sense to wonder
If I know I can be me.

There is no escape, sold the soul for
Love of gold, drags us down …

GRUM

LOOSING IT.

No one sees me cry and no one hears my tears
They fall to silent applause
At last the years are peeled away
To realise the shadow of the mind behind.

Finally I cry for heaven knows what
And in that unknown I am saved
From myself, the hereditary malaise
In which we all deny our worth.

But telling me that you are me
Does nothing to staunch the flow
Knowing as I do I must go
Onward to your dreams come real.

Forcing the feelings Wanting what’s best
Aching within for a heaving chest
Dry are the eyes, now gone are the fears
How can that be when I’m still me?
Who are we now, who were we then
Why wont that feeling come again?

There’s a cold wind out tonight
And I am warm within
But why does that forsake me
When now I need it most.

I don’t want the comfort joy can bring
I don’t need the hatreds born of fear
Justly I want no machines to steal my dreams
So I cant remember, cant remember
The stars that came tonight.

See the light leaving its source
That’s how I perceive my work
Reaching out with my mind
Its hiding somewhere out there
What it was I used to have
And so to hold, create my leer
At all that has gone on.

GRUM