Keyboard Warrior

Keyboard warrior,

On the plains of the Internet.

Stride forth, brave soul.

Keyboard warrior,

With a pain that you can't forget.

Your words shine like gold.

Take my handle

Guide me by the light of your candle

Through the darkest thread

I follow The Warrior's tread.

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.

Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.

Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.

Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

Keyboard warrior

Protects the innocent:
You are my shield.
Keyboard warror,

Your ultimatum has been sent,

and the foe gallops through the field.

Don your mail

Give them hell!
And with every post

You strike at the heart of the host.

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.

Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.

Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.

Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

And if my soul

Should fall beside you

Will you find someone to blame?
But if my soul

Should fall within you

Will you spread word of my shame?
Of my sordid name?

Well, take aim:
The foe comes to maim!

Keyboard Warrior!
Figure with a thousand names.

Keyboard Warrior!
Walking through the flames.

Keyboard Warrior!
Is born and dies every day.

Keyboard Warrior!
Your belief will fly you far away!

Retroviral Country

I've tried nitroglycerin

And pesticide

Tried listening to

The monkey you hide.

I've tried red water:

Painting sacred marks.
Nothing stops your face

Appearing in the dark.

The hokey writer's babylon:

The phantom train;

The whisper in your terminal;

The barcode on your brain;

Are all as temporary as

The teeth of a shark.

Nothing stops your face
Appearing in the dark.

Through retroviral

Exchange of DNA

You left something

The day your needle

Broke away.

You can break me down

Into my constituent parts:

Disconnect the valves

From the pistons in my heart.

Vaporise till molecules

Phase into quarks.

Nothing stops your face

Appearing in the dark.

And all the queen's destroyers

And all the queen's tanks

And all the queen's soldiers

Arrayed in murder ranks
And every single policeman

Every smirking nark

Couldn't stop your face

Appearing in the dark.

Through retroviral

Exchange of DNA

You left something

The day your needle

Broke away.

Ampalang

Don't rip on his fringe

It's his tradition.

Dyed with a tinge

Of perdition.

You have a beard

He has a fringe

You're walking hand in hand, yeah.

You have a shrink

He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah.

Don't rip on his taste
It's indie.

We're pure and chaste

Barbie and Cindy.

You have a beard

He has a fringe

You're walking hand in hand, yeah.

You have a shrink

He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah.

And you can tell the world to go hang

When they comment that you must be gay

You can both get amapalangs

And jingle like Santa's sleigh!

You have a beard

He has a fringe

You're walking hand in hand, yeah.

You have a shrink

He has ink
You like each other's bands, yeah

Mortar and Pestle

Mortar and pestle

My Friday night ritual

I've been crushing on you for years

Dressed up in your latex suit

The red light gleaming off your boots

I'll see you again in Xanadu

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

Time is always relative

The extract filters through the sieve

I still feel your lips upon my face

Bitter as a poison leaf

More certain than true, just, belief

Darling, I'm floating your way

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

When I heard you singing late

Rope held in your hands

My summer sense migrated

To far crepuscular lands

Now I can hear that tune

Sounding in my dome

The more I taste of the red moon

The less I am alone

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

Takes off your prison smock

Cleared of your crimes

The dead will rise

You'll see your mother's eyes

For the first time

Your lover knocks

They've picked your mind's last lock

And you are sublime

Flow My Liquid God

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Bound by an unseen thread

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Beneath the rains I'm fed

I'm fed, I'm fed

FLOW by churches

FLOW by worship

FLOW by conscience

FLOW

MY LIQUID GOD FLOW

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Leave it a book unread

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Beneath the rains I'm fed

I'm fed, I'm fed

FLOW by churches

FLOW by worship

FLOW by conscience

FLOW
MY LIQUID GOD FLOW

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Light flees my bandaged head

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

I'm gonna kill it dead

Kill it dead

Kill it dead

Beneath the rains I'm fed

I'm fed, I'm fed

FLOW by churches

FLOW by worship

FLOW by conscience

FLOW

MY LIQUID GOD FLOW

Roll Forth You Stormy Tide

Roll Forth You Stormy Tide

Roll forth you stormy tide

And wash my mind

Clean the pollution

From my stinking life

How many pink pills

Must it take?

Before my rapid

Torrent reaches a lake

How many days off
Need I lose?

I'm working solely

For my rent and booze

The foamy waters rise

Above my sinking eyes

Soon I'll be diamond

Or vodka

Clear as oxygen

A stream rolls down the glen

Carrying my love
Whatever

Roll forth you stormy tide

And wash my mind

Clean the pollution

From my stinking life

How many friends will leave

Before it's done?

They all pack up and

Walk into the sun

How long will I reflect

On misery?

Till I accept the

Blessings of the sea

The foamy waters rise

Above my sinking eyes

Soon I'll be diamond

Or vodka

Clear as oxygen

A stream rolls down the glen

Carrying my love
Whatever

Roll forth you stormy tide

And wash my mind

Clean the pollution

From my stinking life

Four Bloody Hands

Four Bloody Hands

Let's become romantic

You can pet my nervous ticks

Let's salt each other's sores

Four bloody hands coated with gore

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become a coupling

Please think of me as a thing

Let's spike each other's drinks

Four bloody hands washed in one sink

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

Let's become

How can you be so cynical

Don't you remember your past?

When the slightest touch of hers

Gave you a dopamine blast

How can you be so cynical

Don't you remember your life?
Before you shacked up with the bottle

Before you took on the knife

How can you be so cynical?
Well fuck you, that's how.

I did not choose chastity

I did not make a vow

Sinkhole

Sinkhole

Memory's as dark as pitch

With a sinkhole for a head

Well I try to fill it up
The bottles crowd my bed

People come and go as dreams

Or nightmares to be drowned

And drinking alone through the day

Is the only peace I've found

In my dreams you're still wriggling

But my human being has died

And in the place of myself

This toxic dump abides

People come and go as dreams

Or nightmares to be drowned

And drinking alone through the day

Is the only peace I've found

Let me sleep an alchie's sleep

Bring me the pill-head's crown

Let me fall into the world

For evermore down

As Shadows The Sun Bred

As Shadows The Sun Bred

Prepared for

My night's work

Killing like

Hare and Burke

Smothered till

Blackness comes

Deep abyss

I'm your son

In my dream

Altar's laid

Virgin's called

To the blade

Sacrosanct

Murder scene

Rubbed down with

Vaseline

Fools fools fools you bloody fools are gonna die

Fools fools fools drooling fools

A lesson

In justice

A talent

You'll witness

As shadows

The sun bred

We'll be cast

By hatred

Worship my

Collection

Waiting for

Perdition

Missing folk

Some surprise

In a blink

Of my eye

Once you pass

Through death's jaw

Stripped to bones

By my saw

Early morn

Surgery

We'll be cured

You and me

Fools fools fools you bloody fools are gonna die

Fools fools fools drooling fools

A lesson

In justice

A talent

You'll witness

As shadows

The sun bred

We'll be cast

By hatred

Like echoes
A voice rings

You'll vibrate

On my strings

As day breaks

So will you

Stood in light

I'll be new

Fools fools fools you bloody fools are gonna die

Fools fools fools drooling fools

Opioid Receptor

Opioid Receptor

I feel those endorphins exploding now

Roaring up my spine

The blackened sea dividing right before my bow

Now the ocean's mine

My skin is falling off like a banana peel

In this caustic tank

The rush that follows suffering on its heel

Spins my cogs and cranks

We all try to touch them in so many ways

Some of us take drugs

Your brain produces chemicals every day

We're living as bugs

You can stop the paranoia hammering in

As you grab the knife

Write yourself a love poem in your skin
Seduce yourself with life

Less Skeleton Than Soul

Less Skeleton Than Soul

Living so slowly

It's hard to accept peace in your life

Like a pool collecting

Where once was a torrent of strife

You'll fit through the keyhole

Now you're less skeleton than soul

And what you see in that chamber

Looks so dead and old

Dying is easy

All you need is the money for beer

Your disappearance

Will let your conscience walk away clear

You'll fit through the keyhole

Now you're less skeleton than soul

And what you see in that chamber

Looks so dead and old

But I'm still drinking

I'm still drinking
I'm still drinking

I'm still drinking

My Will To Power Is Dead

My Will To Power Is Dead

The dwarf of gravity's in a thong

The townsfolk left to smoke a bong

That science wasn't gay enough for me

Ultra modern kids unable

To look beyond blood and fable

That is why I am so stupid, see?

My will to power has long past

I'm trapped here in the house of ash

Where everything's as brittle as dried clay

My will to power is long dead

I share this tomb with the godhead

Where life is dust and crumbling decay

Psychology will be the future

Lanzek pills will knit the suture

Prophet's taking classes for his hate

The builders of the house of ash

Were all erased by nuclear flash

The bridge that we once trod is desolate

My will to power has long past

I'm trapped here in the house of ash

Where everything's as brittle as dried clay

My will to power is long dead

I share this tomb with the godhead

Where life is dust and crumbling decay

Rationality Makes Me Sick

Rationality Makes Me Sick

Well you're so fucking organized

Rationality makes me sick

You trust your brain and trust and your eyes

On good days I throw bricks

You're not concerned

About lows and highs

When you're unhappy

The worst you do is cry

Well you're so fucking sensible

Rationality makes me puke

You can break me down in a crucible

Look me up in a book

You're so concerned

About what is right

Without distraction

You march into the light

Well you're so fucking delighted

Rationality makes me vom

It's types like you who get knighted

Types like you lead the prom

You're so concerned

About your prestige

Why don't you make a motion

To produce more grease

Well you're so fucking disciplined

Rationality makes me chunder

I can feel this primal land

Speaking through its thunder

You will never

Embrace the chaos

I follow the prophet

The saint of death and loss

The saint of death and loss

The saint of death and loss!

Death Will Have Something To Chew

Death Will Have Something To Chew

The cliff that is thrashed by the waves
The rope that holds taut although it has frayed
The fire in the heather that cleanses the land
You were baptised with a knife in your hand

You painted a rhapsody blue
Death will have something to chew

Your vein was torn on that day
Your strong blood was born the caesarean way
A new will flowed out on the ebb of the tide
The red of the sun was glowing inside

You painted a rhapsody blue
Death will have something to chew

You're older than you thought you'd be
Another ring grown in the trunk of the tree

Though you might be wishing for rest
First you'll have to take off that crown and your crest

You painted a rhapsody blue
Death will have something to chew

Forget Me Genero

Forget Me Genero

The prints in my flat are appalling
My landlord surely has no taste
A sailboat floats by under sunset somewhere
And men nap while they're building the empire state

Genero, Genero
Forget me Genero
'Cus I'll forget you
Once I've packed up my case
I'm going where life is not mediocre
Where I'm struck with meaning
Like lightning from grace
Forget me Genero,
Forget me Genero,
Forget

My songwriting style is banal
I'm a teenager wearing a dress
All I do is moan about the same things
And I'm not even bothered to try to impress

Genero, Genero
Forget me Genero
'Cus I'll forget you
Once I've packed up my case
I'm going where life is not mediocre
Where I'm struck with meaning
Like lightning from grace
Forget me Genero,
Forget me Genero,
Forget

We used to drink so much together
We'd fight all the night until dawn
Now we've been partitioned according to schemes
That the dullest line manager would greet with yawns

Genero, Genero
Forget me Genero
'Cus I'll forget you
Once I've packed up my case
I'm going where life is not mediocre
Where I'm struck with meaning
Like lightning from grace
Forget me Genero,
Forget me Genero,
Forget

The Universe Rolls On

The Universe Rolls On

You prayed for time to stop its wheels

As if you knew there were a god

The parts of you I see are of bone and real

But in your mind there's something odd

Something

Hazy, fading

With the moment gone

Conscious surrenders

To the dryad's song

Mystics, physics

Wave the magic wand

Atma forever

The universe rolls on

You stay in bed and close your eyes

Wishing that you'd disappear
Until your flesh breathes out a sigh

And you admit that you're still here

You're still

Hazy, fading

With the moment gone

Conscious surrenders

To the dryad's song

Mystics, physics

Wave the magic wand

Atma forever

The universe rolls on

No matter how deep you hurt

Or how profoundly you feel numb

I'll love this animated dirt
Your being that becomes

Something

Hazy, fading

With the moment gone

Conscious surrenders

To the dryad's song

Mystics, physics

Wave the magic wand

Atma forever

The universe rolls on

Bukowski Loathed

Bukowski Loathed

Leave us Chinaski
Leave us his racing slips and beer.
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't read
Grown amongst the flowers sits
A gnarled and wizened weed.

Oh you love to harp 
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski

Leave us with Henry
Leave us his factories and jails
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't do
When the clouds have passed your eyes
The sky will remain blue.

Oh you love to harp 
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski

Leave us Bukowski

Leave us Bukowski
Leave us his cigarettes and whores
Leave us your model of what one shouldn't be
The stars are dim, dim at day
But in the night they're free

Oh you love to harp 
About how we should be
Don't you know
We are loathed
Loathed like Bukowski

The Only Fruit

The Only Fruit

I

When we were young we looked to you
For pleasure and for pride

We tried to climb your blackened limbs

But your thorns stabbed our sides

Older then, we looked again

But now for fuel and frame

And so we thought to cut your trunk

Yet axes bounced back lame

We left without a meaning clear
For we will ever fail

And the dire wind that drove us home

Filled your autumnal sails

The only fruit, those dried up leaves

Blown from your dreary tree

We catch between a string of sighs

And crumbling ennui

II

The village spat until you moved 
To dribble on the town
The mangle of the city clamped shut
Your jaw and you drowned

Friend, you could have been the darling
Light of every shore
But you were chained up on the rocks
Before the sea's cold roar

Yet I'll drink until a mirage
Smiling comes to me
And I'm caught between a string of sighs
And crumbling ennui

The only fruit comes in a glass
That's swallowed with a grin
And the dire gale that drove us here
Blew from within.

Euphoric Flashback (Take 2)

Euphoric Flashback (Take 2)

 

Dreamlike an astronaut paced like a spirit

The folk in the forest were chasing their hit

How simple the substance made you an ethereal

Being

You're back on the drug that you thought had all drained

And that kid in the photograph swaggers on stage

Those motorbike engines will scream through the trees

Once more

It must be a chemical within my brain

That infinite void where we are the same

I pray in that place that you'll never forget

About me

Dripped from your third eye the horror escaped

You cried laughter the instant your senses were faked

And yet you left the wood to its moans when you aged

Into dread

They said some year soon that you'd have to pay -

Smoke winds through the woods like a veil blown away

You remember a junkie who stared at nothing

At peace

It must be a chemical within my brain

That infinite void where we are the same

I pray in that place that you'll never forget

About me

You're drilling a tunnel back into those days

With your hole of a synapse that still reeks of haze

And your tread remains buoyant in spite of depressant

Effects

You want to describe that far towering sight

But your blood holds the only communion of night

And your words are submerged and you cannot bring them

Into view

It must be a chemical within my brain

That infinite void where we are the same

I pray in that place that you'll never forget

About me

Crop

Crop

A crop has grown within my brain

The harvest of a neural strain

It bears the rotting of our faith

I pluck the fruit to fill a space

To crowd the horror of the void

That nectar drowns my empty hive -

Pour those weepings in a cup

Drink up, drink up

Here's a drink for every wasted hour

That you spent with me

Lap it up and don't be sober

Drink that crop of misery

I wear my own mammalian skin

It feels like I'm an alien

An insect crawling in the sun

Beneath my conscious light I run
From brightness to the dark alone

To safety in the closing gloam -

Pour your madness in a cup

Drink up, drink up

Here's a drink for every wasted hour

That you spent with me

Lap it up and don't be sober

Drink that crop of misery

That sheaf feels rough held in your hand

You've grown the crop of this bleak land

And though the mill stone grinding is

The only music left for us

We will never leave this hated

Plot dried out emaciated -

Pour your struggle in a cup

Drunk up, drink up

Here's a drink for every wasted hour

That you spent with me

Lap it up and don't be sober

Drink that crop of misery