In the Crowds

In the crowds I stood

Seas of obscurity flowing towards noises

The screams of angels having their wings clipped

Bloody bloody moon calling for her mother

In the crowds

In the crowds my skin peeled

Transformation

Blood, pain, growth, horror

Depression

In the crowds never a word shouted nor spoken

Granted light enough to be seen or heard

Herding towards the concentration camp

Minds snatched from behind the eyes

Blank eyes

In the crowds art dies and fire grows

Madness writhes and wretches spewing

Lies and fear

On deaf ears truth falls for the heart is the biggest traitor

In the crowds names and fortunes are lost and gained in moments

Lives lost to love, to war, to passion of the flesh

Passion

Passion

Pacified we stand united under one unholy flag

Angry cunt abort the bastard baby of revolution

Devolve to apes or lesser, no heart

Blind with

Lust

and

Greed and

Glamor

Fabulous boys and girls collections

Porcelain chipped to the bone cracked

Fractured minds chirping for food as brother Tom climbs into the nest

Purring

The painkiller's MIA, fortune 500 fucker riding on his vintage Harley

At light speed he swings wide and the truck doesn’t see as a universe is destroyed

Red sashes cover obsidian freeways to hell

While burning Sol accepts his crimson offering

Freedom from fear and fornication

Broken homes in rows of twelve thousand

Numbered by the cuts and slashes on wrists

Bleeding gold into the atmosphere

Amphetamine cityscapes rolled out over dusty roads and dustier minds

The bleak bleached sunspot winds

Spread the fire full circle

In the crowds