A wild grab for grains of dust – the seeds of life
Heath Garrard C .W.W. 99 |
I look in the mirror
The glass returns the black gaze that I threw
In harsh bitterness
My jaw is set – Muscles hard with angered fury
Frenzied confusion – eyes wrought with fear of the truth within
Tears ravage my blood rushed face – I must face the truth
Inadequate wretch
Why can’t I get what might help…
Insecurity and bereavement just dominate my life
Anger…
Beguiled with self hate
Reaching without hope
I can’t reach - distance spreads
Fading, leaving my sight
Memories of final moments
I’m drifting on Black Clouds of Iniquity
A backlash of infernal sorrow – I regret birth and life
Was I deserving…
I cry out as they laugh at my obsession
I can’t withstand such an emotional force
My futile efforts, proved fruitless now…
It’s worthless to pretend
Beguiled with self hate
Reaching without hope
I can’t reach – distance spreads
Fading leaving my sight
Memories of final moments
I’m drifting on Black Clouds of Iniquity
Constant rejection – I plunge into the deep pit of dejection
Those few seconds linger in my mind
I can’t expel them
The last day of my life has come and I’m gaping at suicide
The dark of death seems to be the only sanctuary
With Committees setting standards through dictation
Beleaguered Sunday-school drop-outs at ease
Whichever pulpit you wish to sit under
Remember it's mostly allegory
Slowly gaze at your reflection
"He" comes from your interpretation
So don't evangelize self-righteous rhetoric
You won't dictate my freedom to decide
In the meadows we can crucify Christ
He'll die for our sins if you believe
But in the back Atheists will be laughing
For them there's no such thing as God you see
History's passed, Christians governed
But they failed so we're covered
Free thought shall rule the day as a constant liberty
We'll finally find a way to simply be
Just remember that his parents hadn't married
Poor illegitimate bastard son of God
Though out of wedlock this kid's here to save you
Returning the favor you judge and you slaughter his flockThrough the Mists of legend and exaggeration
Beyond Life and a dreary destiny
Sits deep and genuine cravings for meaning
A principle well known as uncertainty
Their success should have died out
When the end failed to come about
Escape futility by preaching endlessly
On faith led by a fool's hypocrisy
But if your deal's to kneel and pray and confess
Or if it's just to castrate your inbreds
However method best fits your expression
Just don't think you can force the shit on me
For you see propaganda doesn't fit my agenda
With mind's open wide, evolving, give it a try
...and finally start living religion free
Lyrics © Heath Garrard 2008 (pending)
Sung to the theme of Walking through a Winter Wonderland
Abstract
A perception of the silver flame
Experience the acid dreams of another world
Visions of the past lay vanquished
Away with the rays of the settled sunOutpour
Revelations of the afterlife
Fantasies of the future not relinquished
Knowledge of mortality is no impediment
Discerning that there is no true conclusionThe grip of this world upon my brain has been released
Delivered from the twinging thoughts of death
The inevitable has returned and become the welcome
I walk hand in hand with my demiseNow I proceed on the threshold of the fatal
Time remains an infinite state of mind
And as I near the end of all worldliness
I stand in defiance of mortality© 1992 H. P. Garrard cww - Within