Burning

Butterflies

What’s lacking is the lustre to play live,
Singing to fuck’s like you,
Consult your rock guides!
Who’s flying the flag, when you’re dead?
Rape my mind anger said.

Music was the expression to be free,
Get your writers in,
See what they can bleed from me
Silent doubt brings you pain,
Cut your life, milk the vain

You want results….but no test,
You’re needing changes…but no suggestions,
A call for answers…..but I hear no questions.

Counted on you….. You counted money,
I watch it rise…..I break your fall
Chase it up…put on a roll
Just sat there laughing at you all

Better by some pride, I know you sold your soul,
Gotta bide your time, and watch the payroll,
It’s all foreign to you on every fucking page,
Every night, every stage.

Cut my heart out, serve it up on a plate,
Who’s the one’s whose words don’t carry weight,
Blind staring at a Musical manifest,
Cursed, hexed, still you test.

Wakeup………………wakeup………………….wakeup

A Blackcubesong