KILLING MACHINE.

How long will the mind be bent
The shoulder pushed to the wall
Will time be a saviour to set free
Or a shackle the weight to drag down.

Like the shadow only time will tell
Bending in toil to gain the grail
Giving up life to live like a fool.

So shouting like angels
The rooftops we employ
Harbour the sinister
That seeks to destroy – free will.

In a dream the world it seems
Like a fantasy come true
But alike in the distance
Is not the same at home.

So welcome, welcome
To the killing machine, Its real, its here, the killing machine.

Placing the charges from belt to belt
Counting the numbers till it doesn’t count
Numb at the thought of it.

So welcome, welcome
To the killing machine, Its real, its here, the killing machine.

Hurly burly the bustle of life
Organisation the disenchanter
Seeking not the battle
It endeavours to win.

And wild is the rose
Whose petals are tender
Young is the heart
That seeks to pretend(er).

So welcome, welcome
To the killing machine, Its real, its here, the killing machine.

Well here it is
The fledgling knows
Broken wings must grow into legs.

GRUM

JUST A WOMAN.

They sing their songs of bitches on heat
Of what they want to give, she knows she wants
Their lust heating up their jeans.

Big bad and dirty, drool at their seems
Itching for a loving
Know what I mean.

Cant keep control so turned on
By images, portrayal of demise
Born to lie, to live and lie right down.

There must be more to life
Than sweaty thighs and school boy dreams
Hanging tongue on the track
Wasted like object – desired and despised.

Well looky here, the time has come
Too late for apologies
The woman has come of age at last.

Join together as one to repel
The borders of your flesh that creeps
From unwarranted attentions sticking to you.

There is refuge from the fray
In mild brown eyes that turn to green
Here tomorrow is always today
You make your choice and so you stay or play.

No need to take the opposite path
This ones just as good
So face the stories, you might be seen as, a bitch in heat
But you are a woman first and foremost – be proud.

And there will always be those
Who say you dress to oh so impress
This might be true, what says you?

But unwarranted attentions sometimes please
So should you crave only these to feel so good
Yet resist when those who bolster your self
Fail to desist?

GRUM