time for music 5: Track seven [to many to count]

Track seven [to many to count]

 

[part1]

When was the last time you smiled?

The last time the black hole inside ceased?

When have man’s actions became mild?

I can’t think of a time of peace.

Or a time of truth;

Can you?

 

Track one derailed while track two falls.

Track three snaps while track four burns.

Track five, endless, it never ends.

Track six falls to earth; it winds and churns.

Track sevens gone round-a-bout.

Track eight- too many to count…

 

[Part 2]

So much pain, so much hate.

They need to appreciate.

Anger towards butter rivals.

Lust for sweet survivals.

 

Burning anguish fills the heavens.

A list so long, I stop at seven.

Can’t we all live in harmony?

Stand calm and count to-

Fuck that shit; INSTANT UNITY!

 

One woman suffers indignity.

 Her rights raped, as far as I can see.

When ten plus two equals three;

When horrors extend to the blood filled seas.

Fire rains from the skies and burns the trees.

 

The black hole that is my heart,

The empty void that is you and I,

The bottomless pit that is my rage,

The absolute truth that is my eyes,

The dark forest that is my hope,

And the endless list of tears and doubts;

I stop at seven…TOO MANY TO COUNT.

 

[Part 3]

This dance of sorrow and tears.

It ends tonight, winds blow and sear.

What man inside a cage could ever be free?

No stars in the skies, darkness spans the seas.

The living cry and the lifeless scream.

Endless horrors fill our hopes and dreams.

 

But life alone shall not lose its light.

When darkness comes we prepare to fight.

The suffering rise and take their flight.

The gods above heed their plight.

Regardless of the dreams below.

Hope will strike a critical blow.

The loss of hope is the loss of life.

So we stand and face our strife.

 

When the stairs all fall and the end is nigh.

The wings of change will keep us high.

 

One man falls, while a child cries.

The hawk can see the tears in her eyes.

Time and space will intertwine.

The motor of death will churn and whine.

While the tears of innocents drown the wise,

The wealthy will laugh and continue to rise.

 

When seven is more than a number of deadly routes,

Endless souls call for rest, just too many to count!

 

[Part 4]

Endless sorrow will fill the nations.

Watching death befall all creation.

 

Welcome to my world, welcome to madness.

An endless love filled with drowning sadness.

What was once life is now misunderstood.

Killers walk the neighborhoods.

Facing death is an inevitable fate.

Nations built on blood and hate.

 

Welcome to hatred, a city of misunderstanding.

Your home town, the most sour of candy.

Rivers spawned from tears, jobs from envy.

Greed controls your fate, pride in your family.

The lust for power, driven to endless insanity.

Now nothing but ashes, a lost memory.

 

The cd stopped at track seven, between “scream” and “shout”.

Too many problems and issues, TOO MANY TO COUNT!

 

[Part 5]

Sadness and sorrow.

Hope for tomorrow.

How to dress and what to wear.

A brand new cuddly teddy bear.

To win the local lottery.

Blood and tear filled pottery.

To see their enemies burned to ash.

To never be late for class.

 

The endless list goes on and on.

Too many to count, too much wrong.

Distracted by the wrong people in thongs.

Can’t even finish my fucking songs!

 

A man from legends lives among gods.

Hope burned to ashes turns to sod.

 

Too many people, so much pain.

So much to lose, but so much to gain.

A mountain once climbed is but a memory.

A thousand steps taken, now immortality.

 

Turning left to follow the right.

So many to count, so many will fight.

 

[Part 6]

So many will fall and others will fly.

The infinite pallet colors the naked eye.

The truth revealed becomes a lie.

A shattered soul becomes an alibi.

A man once broken becomes a legend.

The devils word deserves a stipend.

 

Yet here I stand to answer the call.

The clarion horn continues to blow.

I lie here to stop the fall.

With the mighty winds I flow.

The cat’s cradle has got your tongue.

With a broken ladder you create the rungs.

All asking for favors, they scream and shout.

I’m stuck on track seven, too many to count.

 

[Part 7]

I stand while they continue to fall.

Even with no line, they continue to call.

I have no employee or secretary.

Yet they continue trying to work for me.

 

Even forgiven they sin again.

I guess my job as god will never end.