By Mingus Casey
conformity is a disability
words gotta flow freely
all about the right mentality
edgy angry hungry sound
looking for the killing grounds
we come in peace not in war
we come for free i aint your whore
words and dreams disconnected
where will you get the next hit
supplys running low supplys running out
I wanted to change the world, but i didn't know where to stand with the leaver.
wanna truly love her but i don't think i'd believe her.
where is the maiden where does she hide
writing for the darkness writing for my pride
looking for an edge this you can't deny
i'm sitting all at home and writings on my mind
the weather is sunny and the wind is kind
but im all alone with another poem
as i write i am slowly growing
towards unity
all of this love i hold eternally
wanna make people move rhythmically
on the other side and out all alone
sheltered but not i got away
caught by the hook til i swum away
hooks in my brain and i know i'm gonna play
there's no storm coming at the moment
well you know just gotta roll with it
moving in a new direction
always had my own inflection
theres a music to this world
theres way to unfurl
theres a way to take the dream to reality
so many words but we feel so few
between the lines our stories are told
if it makes you feel will it make you whole
just another form of expressing soul
the beats a bit off but this time its right
had writers block so i made a song
little bit short but life is long
time enough to grow
your already strong
time enough for love in the mean time
time enough for zen in the dream time
Away he rode quickly upon his steed
quickly he travels in time of need
why does he run so far away
so he will live to fight another day
He stands out in the cold where none shall go
frostbite does chill right into his frail bones
no one will follow and no one will know
of where he has been and has yet to go
this is his story one you already know
a voyage of pain; of heartbreak and woe
a story so sad it makes the soul grow
a rhythm so subtle this i will show
up in the castle there lies an old king
withered and worn at deaths last he shall sleep
and dream of visions from down in the deep
and think of lost love for that he does weep
and down in the land there is a poor thief
of what does he dream and where will he sleep
he has looked far for fortune and fame
he once searched for a heart all in vane
in the kings kitchen there is a young maid
her heart is a river down to the sea
there she does lie and he pleaded love me
but she was betrothed bound to the next king
and so lovers cry and think of these things
as they pout and imagine beautiful dreams
and futures unlived that may never be
and longings so strong yet they cannot be
and so the maid cries, betrothed to the king
and so the thief cries, alone in the street
and he finds another but now he can't weep
his heart was lost and is still in the deep
she marries her love and feels so secure
she never says one word of her true heart
she is so afraid to break it apart
she goes on and never looks back again
the poor thief wonders why it could not be
but he must be silent or she will weep
this is my pain paid for with tears of love
hidden in story you ask why i weep
for i am that thief that she did not love
this is the truth i have no disregard
for the lies clad in white, sheep with wolves eyes
we must tell them well, we must tell them right
yo yo we've gone to war
plenty of blood yeah theres always more
alone in the dark aint no joan of arc
left for dead yeah where is his head
we'll cut it off
we'll kill every bit
every line he spits we'll analyse
every word he says we will despise
destruction and chaos are growing now
with the grip of a hand
and it lets go
think you know
see through my eyes feel the tears that i cry
walk through the valley
walk through the dark
out the other side
it aint my fault
i never bombed
i knew it was wrong
it aint my fault
oh yeah fuck you now
think that i loved well i forgot how
on the other side on the other side
my heart got ripped up taken for a ride
she lied from day one
she broke my heart in two
what could i do
i needed some love
i needed her so bad
she just flicked me away
like a used soul
another one burnt to make her whole
Chunky skanks all getting crunk
chattery chimps arrayed in chains
jingle jangle drunk reindeer
father christmas late this year
sent an sms and crashed his sleigh
hope that santa's insurance pays
clunk and clank and crash and bang
rudolph's nose got blown away
red and blue are on the way
Andrzej's attitude is so crunk
eggnog's gotten Santa drunk
Andrzej punk trades the ride
Santa's in for a big dive