Psychosomatic Power Grid


Poems
"Lasting Failures"


Dusk brings the chill of mystery, the darkness of tranquil thought
The moment of harmony waited upon by the troubled
In an instant, the universal hourglass is shattered
It's hold broken by the pleasure of survival
In a world between transcendence and collapse.
Technology shows that it has no conscience
By illuminating our disasters through the night
Our collective gaze drifts to the sky
Drawn to the moon, the lone rebel against our being
Silently protesting with it's invasive stare.
Honest thought and true wishes fill the cold air
A swarm of purity invisible to all perception
Immune to the sabotage of the fallen
Telling reality what it should be
Even though it never listens.


"The Cathedral"

The hollow voices ring through
Accompanying the arrayed beams of light
Stained with faith, the glass filtering shadow
Admitting only the soft radiance that is love

Time moves on and the world molds to it
Yet in this sanctuary of harmony
It is the same - the meaning untainted
Giving those inside warmth enough to survive this

Tales of honor and vigilance inlaid
Essences of heroism long passed
As the sun falls to the horizon once more
The images give their final message

Soon the light will return to this place
The time of ascendance near at last
Hope will fly through the minds of all
Before civilization takes it's last bow

When all turns to ash,
And shadow consumes the sun,
The cathedral will remain
To see the last undone

Bathed in spectral brilliance
A prismatic oath to the hearts of heroes
Stand tall in the speech of silence
The land of color infinite... santuary of my sanity


"Wyvern's Grip"

Lost in the wyvern's grip
Adrift in the sea of ice
Where emotion is lost to the bitter wind
I lay broken among the jagged plates
Rubbing the frost from my eyes.

The howl of the beast muffled
Snow covering all sight and sound
I struggle, battered by solid spheres
Watching the majest of the snowflakes
Falling intact amidst the frozen hell.

Blood creeping through the blinding white
I stand alone to search for those I love
Knowing even as the needles of ice fall
They remain behind, in warmth
Judging the dead by memories alone.

Beaten, now I lay, broken on the ice
Pondering mistakes made far away
Despite the sting of frostbite in the wind
As the snowflakes fall all around
To resurrect the image of a better time.


"Skitter"

Dreaming of angles
They twitch and they crawl
They sneak up a wall
Pieces of flies

Brooding and breeding, circles are flown
Impressions on mirrors
We're never alone

Sucking and bleeding, burdened by time
Leaving me with miasis
Pieces of flies

Impossible notions
Treacherous steam
Unphased and replenished
Leaving eggs in the seams

Torched or drowned or bursted by flats
Upward commotion
Anxiety bribes for relapse

Distinctive aroma, the lure of the same
He looks through the iris
Decay of the hive

Symbols are smothered
Lapse into toxins by nectar
Secreted in droves
Pieces of flies


Songs
"Techno Lobotomy"


All I want to do is speak, of all the drills in my head
Punching holes through my cares...
Swirling silver terror bit, pulled from the molten core
To bore inside our last thoughts...

Please, a cup of harmony
A dash of seperation... anxiety!

Discordant melody (ahh, ahh)
A skyscraper scream (ahh, ahh)
Root of the demon's weed (ahh, ahh)
Techno lobotomy (ahh, ahh...)

A world of blood and flesh, wrapped up in imperfection
Stunting our growth, our progress...
Mix up of an existence, from the grave filled forest
Stirred and tossed for our mutual loss...

Add three parts insanity
And don't forget the pint of reality!

Horrific comedy
Shard of a broken dream
The world, rotting seeds
Techno lobotomy

(30 sec. bridge)

I live in nightmares built upon a base of fear...
My voice will not be raised enough for you to hear...
What love is left in me will surely expire soon...
There is no sound, our souls can never be in tune...

Soak up all those tears and see,
Before you waste away another year on me!

I won't be living long (ahh, ahh)
My moves were always wrong (ahh, ahh)
Now you are almost gone (ahh, ahh)
I'm on my final pawn (ahh, ahh)

Horrific comedy
Shard of a broken dream
The world, rotting seeds
Techno lobotomy

Discordant melody
A skyscraper scream
Root of the demon's weed
Techno lobotomy


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