Nothing To Gain (27.08.07)

Below the clouds
Filled with pain
There is a hero
With nothing to gain

He just sits there
Watching the world
Pass him by
He has nothing
To gain
By saving anyone

If he does go
To save someone
There’s the pain
That won’t stop
Raining down
Upon the world

What’s the use
Of being used,
Teased and abused
I can’t take
It anymore
‘Cause I have
Nothing to gain
For it

It seems selfish,
Almost greedy
That a hero
Who has
Nothing to gain
Wants something
From the world

Over My Head (Gotta End) (16.08.07)

My inspiration
Has come
To an end
This has gone
Over my head
I want this
To end
‘Cause this
Is all so hard

I write
And write
What I think
I have to say
But my pen
Won’t work

This has
Gone too far
I’ve got people
Stalking me
And following
Me everywhere

I’m angry
At the lack
Of protection
From the people
I’m sad
That I can’t even
Leave my house

This has
Gotta end
This has gone
Over my head
This is all
So hard
To keep going
So just
Leave me alone

Pain (23.08.07)

In the skies
Dark with pain
Someone out there
Is in pain

I want to be
The one
You run to,
When pain
Confronts you

The pain
Is real
And none
Too surreal

I chose
A road
Of passion
And pain,
Sacrificed too much
And waited in vain
When I
Waited in the skies
For you

Pain is there
And is part
Of life
When you cry

Still (30.08.07)

I live for you still
Even when you smashed
Everything I stood for

I wish for you
To be still
So I can see
Where we
Went wrong

Maybe it was
Just a bad apple
That caused you
To be bitter
Or the hate
Of men
That was fed
To you
From birth

Still I wake up
Hoping you’d be
Next to me
But then I see
That it is
All a dream

I wake up
Loving you still
I break up
Every time I
Don’t hear for you

When are you home?
I’m still lying here
With the memory of you
When I realise
You aren’t coming
My heart stills

The Best, The Worst (11.08.07)

It’s so electrifying,
Its death defying
I’m not in the mood for you tonight
It’s simply the best,
All the while heading for the worst

It was magic,
It was simply stunning,
And it was funny
While we may enjoy life
Others don’t
‘Cause they haven’t
Loved or haven’t been loved

It was like holding
A gun to my head
And I developed Stockholm’s syndrome
It was like flicking on a switch
Inside my head
I lit up with a smile
Then I turned into a grin

Life is just simply the best,
All the while heading for the worst;
As we love war,
And hate peace
We love waste,
And hate recycling

The People (15.08.07)

The story of the People
Is like a tree,
Growing deep in the forest,
Its roots are the past,
Buried beneath us
Its trunk the present,
Always right in front of us
It branches clutching the sky, are the future,
Always out of reach

Because the tree is ourselves,
With it, began the world,
And with its ending,
So will the world end,
For in our end, is our beginning

All time and all people,
Fern, who listens now,
I, who speak,
All who have,
Or ever will be,
Are one in the telling

Since this tale nor anything else
Can be made to please everyone,
Nobody need to believe any more of it,
Than he wants to believe
All the same, the best and most profitable
Thing is to listen while a story is being told,
To enjoy it, and not be gloomy
For the fact is that as long
As people are enjoying the entertainment,
They won’t be thinking evil thoughts

The coming of Earth,
The coming of Air,
Of the People beneath the mountain,
Of the Spirit within the mountain,
All are in your hands
Help you People, we pray for you,
Guard your People, we pray for you,
Guide and protect them

The enemy smote us,
Taking those who were not worthy,
But we, the worthy ones,
He couldn’t slay,
I have brought us all to safety
In this place, tonight, we shall form our own cult,
We shall be the Brotherhood of the Night,
And shall have dominion on the night
I, then saw demons riding within the forest,
I saw Shaitan, laughing and triumphant

Many were lost in the killing ground
Below the cliffs,
The dying lay thick upon
The forest floor
We weep for the dying and
The dead,
While Bright Feather, the hunter’s great leader
Pursues the Newcomers,
Cutting them down with spear,
As they flee from the hunters,
From the great Bright Feather
Praise our heroes,
Their courage has saved the People,
Driving the Newcomers from the land

The whole world shook,
The sky lit up and,
The hillside split open.
Flames leapt into the sky,
And a great roar was heard
A deep chasm opened up,
And swallowed the Brotherhood of the Night

I’d like to thank those who’ve listened,
And since those who didn’t like it
Won’t ever be satisfied,
Let them enjoy their own misery

The Punisher (23.08.07)

Remember everything,
And forgive nothing
As they
Left you
For dead
In the
Wake of
The riots

You became
The Punisher;
A dealer
Of death
And destruction

You are
Tracking down
Those who
Left you
For dead

Revenge
Is a dish
Best served
Cold and
Tastes so sweet

You are
Looking for
Revenge for
A justice
Well deserved
For traitors