If The Thief Had Lived

 If the thief had lived 

He’d have fucked it up

He’d have fallen down 

He would have sucked 

Every drop of blood

From that forgiveness cup

And his golden efforts 

Brown enough

Only for 

The bowl to flush

And my father once told me 

About a man of homilies 

Who said if you could lose salvation's crown 

It would be better if we held them down

In the baptistery 

And let them drown

Fortunately for himself, the thief died 

And that day was welcomed to paradise. 

I weep for you

 You have the heart 

Of a man who has no heart

 The hardness 

Of someone who has worked too hard 

At a task that no one asked you to perform 

You were formed 

Calloused in the background 

You’ve been doing it so long 

That now you can not back down 

Doubled down on destruction 

In the background it’s been going on 

Like a bike downhill 

You peddle still

But the biting point has gone 

Against and because of your will

You travel still 

I still see you as a young man 

A young man 

With no firm plans 

But a baseless hope 

That all will work out well in the end

Well

It’s now the end 

And I weep for you now my friend 

Where did you get to?

What did you mend 

Is this the terminus 

Or merely a bend in the road you can’t see past?

Fat Man

Oh dear, how bad can this platter be?

I'm a fat man, trapped in a thin boy's mentality

And I don't have a metabolic anatomy 

Anymore to eat all that I care to

The taking the piss then, would now seem like flattery,

I wish some angel would come down and batter me,

Heavily, heavily, that heaven would flatten me,

You know I'll weigh so much less when I'm there

Yes, I know, I've outsourced accountability

And every excuse I make falls right back on me,

And I am deserving of none of your sympathy,

But I got so stuck that I'm scared,

So numb it looks like I don't care

 

Rebel

 A rebel, without a cause,

Without a pause

Without applause

You've heard them all

And what is yours?

I'm feral but without claws 

I'll hiss for milk, but stay outdoors

And who, my dear. and who are you?

A Rebel yes? But without a clue?

Gong

 Gong 

 

The symbolism is all wrong 

Whilst the noise of activity goes on and on, 

And in the heavenlies, there’s a clanging gong 

Summons you, to a tuneless, loveless song 

And to it the misdirected masses flock and throng, 
 
To get a look at what’s going on 

This clashing cymbal  

This clanging gong 

 

How long, how long 

How long has this been going on, 
 

If I surrender all I have, to the flames 
If I do it all, in Jesus’ name 

But have not love, then to my shame, 

I’m reduced to dust, 
For the lust of Cain 

And pity me that I ever came, 

For the beginning and the end’s the same, 

Your bristles rose when the clatter came 

So sound the gong for the latter rain, 
 
 
And yes, we can all prophesy 

Interpret every groan and sigh, 

And dream as the whole world passes by 

But without love, we live a lie, 

And life is a death that we’re doomed to die, 

 

A death cry that we’re doomed to hear, 
The cracking sound of our dry veneer 
The hollow noise: your only Souvenir  

Of all you have achieved down here 
So, take it in, blow it out your rear, 
We’ll all be out upon our ear, 
On a ghost ship with no one to steer, 

Without the love  

We’ll drown in fear 

I speak in tongues 

But still you hear 
I said: 

Without love 

We drown in fear 

 

Without love a worthless all 

A blind stumbling down an endless hallway 

Extended hands to prevent a fall 

As you feel your ways down ceaseless wall 
Your voice is a husk from your all your dry calls 

 

Your calls that have gone on so long 

Like a clashing cymbal 

A clanging gong 

The symbolism is all wrong 
 
You gain the world 

You beat the gong 

You gain the world,

You beat the gong