Londons Falling

Deserted Wolves

What would you say?
I just wouldn’t say,
my voice wouldn’t be heard at all.
Why would I try?
I just got to try
to start pulling the bricks from the wall.

Volition is my one dissent.
Exercise my right to defy.
Power comes from more than money.
So let the rich decay.

Leering delight,
vultures pick their flight
and prey on the weak, naive minds.
But Zinn, Emerson and books of “ologies”,
they render ideas and thoughts.

Deserted and disenfranchised,
welcome my creatures of the night.
All the wolves will come back to me.
I’ll let them out to play.

Break down the line.
I stumble on, but still I push on.
Stand, but don’t divide.
I’ll speak my mind until my dying day.

Assertive and more are right behind me.
It’s a cycle of life we repeat.
So when we dream does it come back empty?
It’s up to us to find a way.

Break down the line.
I stumble on, but still I push on.
Stand, but don’t divide.
It’s all my life and I’m still trying.
I’m not a product and I won’t sell my soul to you!
That I know is so true.

Break down the line.
I’ll voice my mind until my dying day!

Bleeding Tears

Don’t try and bring me back, hero.
I’m far to gone for this ride along,
I’m just stuck in the afternoon.
The vipers tongue that chokes my prayers,
well is the fear gone cuz hope hangs on
and I’m still standing here.

So God help heal this hollow soul.
This time I would rather die than settling unused.
This broken boy is far from home.
Here lies sympathetic eyes that are tortured and abused.

Sailing through these open waters.
I was sailing, but the waves grew stronger,
but I wasn’t giving up.
I won’t turn away.
These bleeding tears run down my face.

The black and white was left behind
the artificial lullaby.
Was I still crying?
But I just couldn’t hear your name.
The trail of these bleeding tears,
you see, you and I could be
the beauty in it all.

The people chant in harmony.
Three cheers. Rectify me dear
cuz I’m slowly killing me.

Sailing through these open waters.
I was sailing, but the waves grew stronger,
but I wasn’t giving up.
I won’t turn away.
These bleeding tears run down my face.

The ship has sailed away
and my spirit is now left lifeless,
but has it gone away?
Cuz God could heal this hollow soul,
but I would rather die than settling unused
cuz there’s so much I could do.