~deadman-inc

Black Static Vision



read between teh lines
now or never redefines
who you are and who you want to be
living in anonimity
can you see
teh endless series
of consiracies
layer upon layer- interwoven like a sheet
a black vision for your eyes to greet
cover your head or you pick up static
find the message, chopped and erratic
no information for you to warm your hands by
out in the cold, you're asked to stand by
brain freezing over without a clue as to why
they tell us to hold
the line
don't fall back, don't let the enemy through
static is picking up on you
lines, the things that give dimention
holding spiteful, hunger wrapt attention
high above your awareness in deaf suspension
two senses down, you gotta go
stand and pledge
allegiance to a flag without meaning
cold and unfeeling
hands probing, feeling, cutting away
the sheet you placed over your head
to block out the static
terror is automatic
six strings to tell people your story
tales of dust and tarnished glory
old souls say chivalry never dies
bastardized
battalions of brain dead brutes
vs
covered head to toe in ammo, wings of
parachutes
angels of war, come home
channel change
fragmented, fragrant thought rearange
under oath and under payed
lines blur as edges fade
big stepper
step to the rhythm
of an untold, now-forgotten
cataclysm
lightning in the air
thunder claps, applaud for the condutor
completing this circuit of what if
down we go
drowning in a media ocean
it stops thought, shops thought, what aught naught to HAVE brought
a stop like stop motion
drop to your knees and scream out your devotion
to my Black Static Vision