Hate measured on a broken scale
No way of knowing, danger growing
Thoughts of life all but gone
Time is ticking like a hidden bomb

Bashed, scattered, broken, and used
Full of regret, my requests refused
Soon will come a time of loss
Life will end as the string is cut

Confusion appears to distract and misguide
My way of living, destructive inside
I walk the walk of a man led astray
And for my misgivings my soul will pay

I got so far, noticing – unreal
I went too far, wondering – why’d I kill
Thought too long, fearing – needing skill
I ran too much, knowing – I can’t feel

Tell me this, then tell me that
Help me here, hurt me there
Guide my life, lose my soul
Hold my hand, slit my wrist

Just tell me one thing, despite your will
I need to know just how you knew
Where to help, where to guide
You took my soul, held it to the sky

Then with a look appearing in your eye
You moved your hands, and let me fall
Grabbed the knife you did not stall
With twisted hate, you watched me die

Now bashed and broken
I ask just one question
My mind scattered and used
Deceit, false-love, malice and hate – why?

Originally written 14 June 2001


Break Violence

You are the hate, we are our enemies
Enemies of the same face
I have the feelings, you have the greed
Enemies of both
Within a field of hate, we inspire each other
To despise

You must look in my face, my mind, my soul
All you’ll ever see is the hate inside
The world is flooded with hate and transgression
Violence fills the streets, the homes, the lives
Rid the world and clean the skies
Despise, Despise, Despise

My mind holds you up, only to slam you down
I laugh in your face, you’ll never make it my friend
You will be forced into the fire
Of the slander of the mind


Our Faces (faster)
Our Minds (cross-over)
Our Souls (fight eternally)
I am damned, you are damned
Maybe in some screwed up reality
We could be best of friends
But when conscienceness wakes us
We remain closest enemies

(Despise me, Despise you)
(For it is all we know)


You see me and I’m questioning
What are you?  Who are you?
Where are you going?  What will you do there?
You see me wondering; you ask a question
What do you think of me?
All you mean to me is
Despair, despair, despair (4x)

I want this to go
I need this to go
For every moment I slip further towards despair

(Further towards despair, despair, despair)

Originally written – 9 February 2001