Righteous Track

Shallow empty clueless head,

Nothing makes sense, everything is dead

Wherever you turn, you see a fake smile

Nothing in common, the shadows are vile

Locked in a plastic cell, no one keeps it real

Dying bones striving to gel, being true is surreal

The ethics of the human race are now long forgotten

Who will buy this filthy load; ugly, useless and rotten

Holding onto your dreams is a crime, letting the soul die is sublime

The needles always come in the way to tear you apart before your time

Doing what you’ve been told to do,

Everything is futile no matter the course you follow

Losing every sense of being alive

Just passing days and killing the nights

Wonder if there is an end to this
Mockery of human apocalypse

The rules don’t bend and neither will I
Will someday surely see the light

Holding onto your dreams is a crime, letting the soul die is sublime

The needles always come in the way to tear you apart before your time

I’ve been on white and I’ve been on black, but all that’s left is just a slack

All thanks to the misfit way of life they like to call the righteous track.

Higher

Rusting here in rain

All is lost in the frost and no gain

Leading this life insane

Life is gone just the shadow remains

Where will we go; we don’t know

And we don’t even give a fuck

We are polluted, demented

But we sure don’t need no luck

We’re going

Higher – every day we're going

Higher – be beyond the sky

Higher – see the angels fly

Higher – every day we go

It’s getting cold, and it’s wet

Its darkness soaked in our sweat

Holding on to the night

Our demons bid us goodbye

Where will we go; we don’t know

And we don’t even give a fuck

We are polluted, demented

But we sure don’t need no luck

We’re going

Higher – every day we're going

Higher – be beyond the sky

Higher – see the angels fly

Higher – every day we go

Hate to Hate

In a world of all the greys

There's no black, there's no white

When there is no universal book

Who’s to say who’s right

You didn’t believe enough, it was nobody’s fault

The mind once used to be free is now cocooned in a vault

Acceptance is the secret, you should’ve followed

Without hope or faith, death is what you swallowed

Hate to hate, but have to hate

There is no turning now; guess it’s too late

You call it the devil, you call it my fate

Or maybe a drunken angel failing to relate

Living alone day in day out

Smile was a sin and so was to shout

Lying down low, all through the life

It’s now here to stay, you may cut it with a knife

The darkness of the soul is not evil as yet

A bit of humanity is still there somewhere left

The lost time, the lost breath, you know will never come back

The evil won’t leave you now; you may try to trace the track

I hate to hate but I just have to hate

There is no turning now; I guess it’s too late

You call it the devil, you call it my fate

Or maybe a drunken angel failing to relate