Cruel nightmares dance upon my mind
Sacrificial splattering on the wall
Torn from them
Strangled as they speak
Soiled is the vision
In my soul I keep
I see a generation
Never to grow old
Young lives given
Bought and sold
Power of wealth
A great thing some see
Their pain and suffering
Is killing me.
FenniganT 1991
Monday, March 18, 1991
Saturday, March 16, 1991
Black
Black
Bright cheery and beautiful
Is how I wish to see?
Dark cold and dreadful
Is reality for me?
Can’t seems to shake them
Haunting angels of death
Blood, skin and bone
Cur full of devils breath
Evil spirits argue
With precious memories
Is this me or you
Or a fucked up fantasy?
Awkward are my movements
Limited are my skills
A lot of screaming in the head
Continuous clashing of wills
Bouncing back and forth
Once is not enough
Being a last resort
I’ll act real tough
Carrying out a blemish
Of what’s soon I hear
It will be my finish
This walking without fear
I see a bridge
With a Passover light
Conning my way there
In vain is my plight
FenniganT 1991
Bright cheery and beautiful
Is how I wish to see?
Dark cold and dreadful
Is reality for me?
Can’t seems to shake them
Haunting angels of death
Blood, skin and bone
Cur full of devils breath
Evil spirits argue
With precious memories
Is this me or you
Or a fucked up fantasy?
Awkward are my movements
Limited are my skills
A lot of screaming in the head
Continuous clashing of wills
Bouncing back and forth
Once is not enough
Being a last resort
I’ll act real tough
Carrying out a blemish
Of what’s soon I hear
It will be my finish
This walking without fear
I see a bridge
With a Passover light
Conning my way there
In vain is my plight
FenniganT 1991
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