Crash The System

Crash The System

WallCrawler Series, DarkLight 2007

WallCrawler Series, DarkLight 2008

WallCrawler Series, DarkLight 2008

A Meg A Minute, A Moment On A Dime
Downloading Parts That Make It Come Alive
A Meg A Minute, A Moment Of Time
Uploading Smart, Intelligent Design Hive
A Meg In A Moment, One Moment Is Fine
Free Your Warez, And Then We Can Survive
Since When Has My Idea Been A Crime
The Government Scouring Hard Drive
Break The Internet Of Your Clay Mind
When The System Fails Is Then That We Thrive
So Crash It Now, We Are Our Last Line

Forgotten Part

Forgotten Part

Sudden Death Of Victim Crimes
Sometimes Knocks Twice Three Times
Forever When His Heart Still Chimes
Whenever Then Producing Rhymes

Every Day You

I Thank God For You Every Day
Cant Tell It To Your Face
That’s Just Not My Way
Even Though Someone In My Place
Would Speak And Openly Say

I Love You

Everyone A Dark Side

To Everyone, A Dark Side
But Why Such A Hard Ride?
Crumbling Waves Of Cleansing Tide
Nowhere To Run, Nowhere To Hide

(Be Consumed By Purity Of Soul ;
Through It’s Black-Whole Teachings)

And Of The Beginning…

And Of The Beginning :

Time Stole Her Face Today
In A Distant Land, Far Far Away
Space Let Her Live To Say
I Can’t Afford To Go And Play

But When She Fell From Out Her Shell
That’s The Moment He Knew It Was Hell
For Then He Saw, Through Clenched Jaw
What They Never Expected…

A Diamond, Covered In Beautiful Shine.

So you see :

Everything Begets A Lucidian Ending, Even If There Never Were Such An Idea.

(As ‘Zeta Ridiculi’ is the Apparent Controller of Infinite Madness…)
(…But Totals of Complete Serendipity)

Press D

I’d Rather Scorch In The White Hot Sun
Than Be Burned By The Searing Flame Of Your Tongue

Your Words Are Like Fire Unto My Skin
Wearing Me Down, Already So Fucking Thin
I Trust In Something, For My Own Good
Taking Even More When I Think I Should

But When Is Ever, Never Fine Enough
If ‘All The Time’ I ‘Always Fuck Up’
So When If Never Is Ever Fine Enough
Its Pointless Now, Your Tough Just Turns To Rough

(What did I do? (What didn’t I do?) What Should I Have Done In The Future For You?)

No, Nothing More I Can’t Do; Even Less I Can
Doesn’t Matter Anyway, I’m Obviously Not Your Man

More Like Prison Bitch,
Evil Thread To Evil Stitch
More Like Your Left Hitch
Suckin On : Life’s A Witch

Harder Though, Will I Still Try To You
Through It My How, I Can Never Do
Not Knowing What, Nor Seeing When
Your ‘Righteous Anger’ Will Strike Again

Whipping Pain Of Deeds Unthought Of
Stripping Rain, Flesh Melts Off Above
Searing Heat From The Fire Down Below
Save Me Now, My Innocent Angel’s Halo

I’d Rather Scorch In The White Hot Sun
Than Be Burned By The Searing Flame Of Your Tongue

These Deep-Seeded, Masked Meaning-Beyond-Meaning, Relentless, Never-Forgotten Thoughts Of Fear and Anger Shall Now Be Banished, In The Name Of “I”.

And Divine Love Lingers On…

Eternally, I Am You Are Me Always We.

Dedicated To The 3 Voices Inside Of My Head, Who Shall Remain Nameless.

Twisted Fix

Fixated; Twisting, Twining Hairs (Which Must Be) Filled With Trillions Of Microbial Creatures, Swarming And Crawling Along The Infinite Strands Of My Extended Shell. Mutating And Conforming To Hive Mind InStructures Instructions, Spunn Into Fractal Cobwebs Of Zombified Life, Each Entity Within Cries Out In Blank Agony For It’s Forgotten Soul. But My Feet Shall Always Dance Upon The Sacred Ground, Beating The Rhythm Of Love And Eternal Hope Of Truth And Freedom.