#no solace

"SAys he's happy, he's a LIAR, blame the ARSON for the FIRE"

Is one of the sickest lyrics I've ever heard

It's so cool but also:

Forever uphill atop the remains Of missed chances, of hope and innocence The withered bones of those who failed But more so of those who didn't even try Bursting through the barbed thickets Sharp with guilt, deceit and shame To the petty truths buried underneath Layers and layers of drivel and mud

In this day and age

The litanies of overskurkens moral Are the only prayers to be heard these days And all those who dreamt about a True Revolution Got distracted by hurting each other

What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves

Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent

In this day and age

Empires get wrecked Principles get crushed Saviors get crucified History gets what? History fucking gets over it all

And the assassins in rose tinted glasses At the wrong end of the tunnel of light Practitioners of paramount scorn And those who'd rig moral compass rather than bridges

Behold the world and spit on it The noble and the scum of the earth Just out of some basic damned dignity In this day and age of excuse

What has to be done, has to be done The human nature is what it is We cover our eyes in a call to arms And turn one edge toward ourselves

Arm in arm in this futile strife Where cards are marked and odds are little to none Hand in hand with fate worse than death Relentless in discontent

Trying to make out That I’m doing something important Filling my days with the inane When all the time I am daunted

By the road disappearing Ahead and into the distance I’m overcome I feel the constant insistence

Of ‘What are you doing Is there anything of value in it? Your life spanning out before you You’re not making anything of it’

'Your life;’ almost jeering 'It’s amounting to what? I told you at the beginning You have nothing; you’re not

Really going to make it Like everyone else Don’t expect anyone to be there for you You know the hand you were dealt’

'Your family, long ago Spun out into the wilderness Where the predators gather Alongside the orphans and the fatherless’

'You’ve never been protected Abandoned again and again And your resources are so pitifully meagre There’s no way you can fight or defend’

As I scan ahead to the horizon And the carcass dotted landscape of those who’ve lost the fight I don’t see any solace in the wilderness Seems the doomsayers were right

So that’s why I constantly try to make out That I’m doing something of major importance Takes my mind off my desperation And the predators circling in the distance

Apocalypticists