Pyroclastic (the Fighter)

life gets lonely
mind sometimes scary
my body sex ready
make it mine
keep in time
don't be blind
the sun comes up
it comes around
the sun goes down into ground
there is no comfort
no one around
no ears to catch
no zeroes to count
no smiles to give
no frowns to take
and then you know
there's nothing fake
watch how you feel
and shoot to kill
don't look away
don't look away

build it up
tear it down
hit the ground
power stance
queue that count
radiate unbound

nurse pleease
recite these verse
these words
no curses
drip out of this mouth
waxingly
ever so gently
yet urgently
strike ruthlessly
now float across
into their heads
inside their ears
and past their fears
absolution of all crime
not yet born
mind out time
the truth cannot be unsaid
our saints cannot be unbled
i'll get this through to your head
the color of this message
is red

build it up
tear it down
hit the ground
power stance
queue that count
radiate unbound

tear the fabric
cut fantastic
through the plastic
into rustic
past romantic
my love its pyroclastic

keep it dancing
ever advancing
stop your being from fleeing
stop wasting our time
not believing

unconditionality
this i
offer up to thee
not god
not you
maybe one
not two
but three
i could be
a lightning rod
in the heart of the land
where the moon was born
this fire is formed
thy will be done
waste away no more
death great liberator
you could take us on a journey
but you cannot destroy me

build it up
tear it down
hit the ground
power stance
queue that count
radiate unbound

tear the fabric
cut fantastic
through the plastic
into rustic
past romantic
my love its pyroclastic

keep it dancing
ever advancing
stop your being from fleeing
stop wasting our time
not believing

the best jest
in this our edifice
you're gonna manifest
what you detest
as you confess
and i undress
circuitry becomes impressed
i feel the pain
don't let me digress

build it up
tear it down
hit the ground
power stance
queue that count
radiate unbound

tear the fabric
cut fantastic
through the plastic
into rustic
past romantic
pyroclastic

keep it dancing
ever advancing
stop your being from fleeing
stop wasting our time
not believing

all is right
some is light
kowtow

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