Mental

Spite

Welcome home to a heart alone
Feel the kiss of a lover spite that never missed
Dwelling deep within a heart made of tin
Rolling eyes in a sun lit mind

Kiss the pond of lovers gone
Feel the glistening of the shattered breath
I know you deep within my depths
We've never been as we pretend

Never known the life un-atoned
Jaded through life, blooded by it's dull knife
Feed the cycle as it goes around
Asking to just be let down from the next live round

Yesterday was just a vacant memory
Tomorrow a forgone conclusion choosen like a snipers next target
The present is at a stand still, embraced like an alcoholic straight edge
Life gone in a mind that's never won

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In the land of the Normal, I choose to be me.
In the land of the Confined, I choose to be free.
In the land of the Oppressed, I choose to to enlightened.
To those that understand I greet you hand to hand, for in this world, it is we few that choose to stand.
Welcome to the new world, where the inmates are free, and the world isn't as it used to be.
Welcome to the new life you will begin to live, free your mind and the rest will follow.

Mental

Return, of the New

Blinded by all that is known
Sheltered from the life overgrown
Fed into the system without compunction
Spit out into the world bloodied and punctured

Live on the drivel they feed you
Die on the words from the soulless and enfeebled
The world is ours to mold and create
What was handed to us was old and filled with hate

Follow the teachings of the great and wise
But listen to those that fill you with nothing but lies
Stand up and become the next dictator
Die by the next battered liberator

Feel the life blood of this dying world
Understanding too late it was killed without a sorrowful word
You're not to question the laws of the old
You're not to reject what you now have to hold

Kick down the doors of the barred city gates
Free those that did nothing, yet are serving blind fate
Reclaim the world and polish it new
Remove those that are vengeful, bloodied, and cruel

__________________
In the land of the Normal, I choose to be me.
In the land of the Confined, I choose to be free.
In the land of the Oppressed, I choose to to enlightened.
To those that understand I greet you hand to hand, for in this world, it is we few that choose to stand.
Welcome to the new world, where the inmates are free, and the world isn't as it used to be.
Welcome to the new life you will begin to live, free your mind and the rest will follow.