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Laurel (v2)

Oh, this thunderstorm here is no surprise
Lilith is for the hunt and she smells blood
Saving the grace of the Children of Sunrise
Fugitives of the left hand’s grasp of Ehud.

I was raised to sit down, listen and obey
And though these shackles were strong enough to hold a mountain
It came down to traits I simply cannot feign
‘Cause that voice in my brain filled up with pain is now shouting.

Oh those whackers!
Don’t they love it when snakes crawl beneath the grass?
Those mother rockers!
Don’t they love it better how it was then in the past?
They do, they do, they do!
Cause every prince needs a trophy princess to set on display
They need their mechanical mannequins to advertise their victory
To boast their ego as their golden halo’s glow beams blindingly like the sun
I don’t think these majestic pimps need a golden rod but rather a golden gun.

La-la-Laurel
When are you going to stop these men from claiming us as prizes?
Maybe when the stream of the Rose Sisterhood rises
Not until then, not a minute earlier, not an instant later.

Oh, this rattle noise here is not uncommon
Eris is looking for harmony and finds none
Unravels the principles of events to summon
Being sanctuary to those in need of a home.

I was molded by fire, steel and diamond cut
And though these pillars were designed to keep my monster confined
It came to the point that the weight abrupt
The pontifical colloquial symmetries of this cyclical cylindrical sine.

‘Cause every ruler needs a maiden maid right by their side
They need their long string puppets to put a on a good spectacle
And all the mistress they can get for the when world seems just a bit empty
For when their servants contravene after the fact they cannot find any sympathy.

La-la-Laurel
When are you going to stop these men from claiming us as prizes?
Maybe when the stream of the Rose Sisterhood rises
Not until then, not a minute earlier, not an instant later.

Oh how they ride inside their modern day cortege
As they always seem to be late for their own funeral
Well I should apply for a brand new confident entourage
One never knows about those things that might become ephemeral.

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Maleficent

You want me dark
You want me bleeding poison, my darling
You want me dark
You like me all corrosive, sweet thing.

You say you liked me then
When I was just an infantine
You say you wanted me then
When I was childlike and innocent.

But every girl gets her moment
When the crimson river divides
From tender to being impervious
From infant to be fully grown.

This is my womanhood
Now that I’m marriageable
Don’t you like the way that I’m blooming?
Don’t you like now that I’m blossoming?

You want me dark
You want me hissing venom, my dearie
You want me dark
You like me all acidic, oh, honey

You say you liked me then
When I was shy and callow
You say you wanted me then
When I would just nod and follow.

But every girl finds their juncture
When the crimson river divides
From tender to being impervious
From lamb to become an adult.

This is my coming of age
Now that I’m all grown-up
Don’t you like the way I have bloomed?
Don’t you like now that I’m blossomed?

There’s no need to have my drink spiked
If I was to count all of your strikes
You’d have no chance, baby
I would’ve strangled you long ago.

I mean,
Why would a soldier be stripped off his stripes?
Why would you eat on a fruit that’s not ripe?
Baby, time is essence…
Trust me.
For when you sink your teeth into this apple
Hope you don’t choke.

You want me dark
You want me spreading decay, my darling
You want me dark
You like me wreaking havoc, sweet thing.

Undeniably Undependable

A stingy sensation on the pit of my stomach
Laying there are broken dreams and dead butterflies
When an intention breaks into such a remark
You become the judging eye of who truths and who lies.

Lifted up from the remains of what was once alive
Walked away from the traces of what was once conceived
If I knew that you would’ve taken me for such a ride
I never would’ve stepped foot on that shelter where you lived.

Hard to envision anything any other way
When your wine is strong, with a bitter sense of convolution
Any lap dog would find it easy, to go stray
If they knew the true intentions of your so called revolution.

A peculiar sensation in the back of my mind
Sitting here with such familiar features of things I doubt
What could develop here, what could be left behind
Whatever trail I follow that will for sure become my route.

Leaped from under the fire and all of the debris
I crawled away from the crumbled pieces of my palace
If I knew that past beyond “forever” you would flee
I never would’ve exchanged my heart for this lack of solace.

Hard to position you in any other place
When your rope seems strong, but breaks from its fine line
Any beggar would want to witness your grace
If in their very naivety they didn’t conceive that you are lying.

Walking straight, with my breast held high up
If you need to say something here, you might as well cough it up
‘Cause once I take flight, I won’t be looking back for signs of life
‘Cause I’ve witnessed all you have to offer and it’s all in bitter strife.

You’re undeniably undependable
A plugged-in toaster unexpectedly thrown at my water filled tub
My dignity is certainly not negotiable
And the blood stain you’ve left in my heart is one you cannot scrub.

Amaurotic

This world crumbles
Crumbles down at your feet
Have you ever known?
Ever known of defeat?

The disarrayed poetry
That makes you feel high
That makes you feel complete
It’s nothing but a discarded array
Of supplanted supplemented supplies
Of apparent cosmic prophecy,
An exponential perfidious of
An illusionary romantic morale.

You’re emotionally amaurotic
Stoic to the fact that not always
You’re gonna hurt
This partial loss of your sight
Becomes part of who you are
Of how you feel inside.

This world crumbles
Crumbles in front of you
Have you ever known?
If any of this is true?

The intrinsic intention
Turns the right into obsolete
The distinctive effort to inert
It’s nothing but disjointed display
Of insufficient, insufferable insertion
Of palpable parables paraphrases
That deviates the real objective;
Forcing you into being subjective.

You’re emotionally amaurotic
Stoic to the fact that not always
You’re gonna hurt
This partial loss of your sight
Becomes part of who you are
Of how you feel inside.

Gamble the one thing you have for real
And you’ll lose at the end of this deal
Cause blinders seem to hog onto your eyes
You can’t tell what’s true from a lie.

Algometric Center

Lynn, bless us with your grace
Now that we’re in this space
Where digits and bits float adrift
In a data base, where they’re scripted.

Places like this, where strangers become friends
Where conversations come out from loneliness
An achromatic page where all of the traffic goes
I just want to see if anybody out in here knows
How it feels to be roaming around these edges
The cybernetic pub where all of the “losers” meet
Where all the tragic stories become awkward jokes
To have a sense that there’s tribe within these folks.

This is our algometric center
Where we gather to counter our pain
This is where we both surrender
Our pride, our secrets, our shame.

Lynn, animosity mysterious face
Now that we’re in this space
We’re safe in here to converse
Where numbers and letters merge.

Places like this, where outsiders become acquainted
Where personal lives come out front untainted
An achromatic page where all of the traffic goes
I just want to see if anybody out in here knows
How it feels to be roaming around these edges
The cybernetic club where all of the “loners” meet
Where all the tragic stories become awkward jokes
To have a sense that there’s tribe within these folks.

We can be whoever we want to be in this place
But instead we all have decided to just be ourselves
Oh, Lynn Marie, come on, embrace us with your grace
You know that were here to strip off of our shells.

Undetermined Reassessment

Undo what you’ve done
If that’s even possible
Wherever your roam
You do the unimaginable
I expect you to go up
And you dash way down
I expect you to erupt
But all you’ve done is blown.

In the middle of this island
With nowhere to go
Stranded here, you and I
With only each other.

Unsay what you’ve said
If that’s even feasible
Whenever you jeer
It seems so damn terrible
I expect you to improve
And you do the opposite
I expect you to move
But here you still abide.

In the middle of this island
With nowhere to go
Stranded here, you and I
With only one another.

It was only a matter of time
Until we got on each other’s nerves
We held as we could inside
All that the eye beholds and observes.

You and I, judging each other
Under our undetermined reassessment
You and I were
Like hugs to a brother
Like kisses to a lover
Like babies to a mother
Eye to eye, unlike another
Synonymous to similitude
Joined in by solitude
Until our strings began to unravel
And in our space we felt smothered
Deliberated in our divulgence
We served to the worse of our nature
And the friendship we’ve had nurtured
Began falling down into the abyss
With all the unnamed things that ran amiss.

The Swindler

You seem to like the taste of the dragon’s fire
But you don’t seem to like how it burns
You seem to like to walk on that thin wire
But you don’t seem to like how it turns.

When the lack of shimmer in your golden cups
Make them look like copper to those around
When the mighty head of the higher ups
Seem detachable enough to roll on the ground.

How are you to soar with those giant scissors in your wings?
Trenching everyone from lifting off when they are ready
How are you to wear that blood crown and reign as a king?
Pushing everyone off that precipice when they hold steady.

You seem to like the taste of this devil’s brew
But you don’t seem to like how it fizzes
You seem to like to weight on a scale that’s skewed
But you don’t seem to like the truth when it whistles.

When the lack of glimmer in your silver plates
Make them look like aluminum to those around
When the rising line of the higher rates
Seems collapsible enough to fall onto the ground.

How are you to sail with those heavy cannons in your deck?
Blasting everyone from steering away when they’re ready
How are you to wear this captain hat in this sea of wreck?
Throwing overboard all of those who wish to remain steady.

It seems this big world of yours is captive in this tiny globe
And you spin it around in circles until everyone gets dizzy
It seems your lackeys are the only ones worthy of your love
While you in this quest of indifference keep yourself busy.