Semester

För närvarande odlar jag min trädgård, återkommer i mitten/slutet av augusti.

Path of resistance III

Who dares with

fortune favoirs the daring strong enough to live by this oath
clear minds prepared to fight in a caustic age where madmen rule
and substance servitude is law
the courageous few have clawed their way to the light

I refuse to bow to icons of addiction
I refuse to serve that lie
a lifetime spent in opposition
and that's the way I'll die

your fear revealed in your hatred
as we smash your idols of inebriation
organizing the righteous
rising to tear down the whore of Babylone's creation

taunted mocked and outcast
through the pain I suffer with a smile
for you will find that virtue rejoices
when you're life is put on trial

who lives clean wins -
she who dies clean wins -
he who dies clean wins
who dares wins

Path of resistance II

See the damage

Filled with disgust, horrified by the sight
of self made suffering as lies eclipse the light

What was real has been discarded
for a narcotic dreamland
from early on I've stood strong
to see the damage first hand

Victim of themselves, try to cope with lives pain
by dodging its source, through numbing their brain
problems only worsen, magnified by it all
from their hand the final brick closes the tombs wall

Path of resistance I

Broken Heroes

Broken heroes in a corroded past
Worship what is hollow and cheap
Sand falls through gaps in unmarked hands
Drown in the promises that you didn't keep

All the fools who followed like vermin down the holes
Couldn't kill the dream held deep within our souls
And as those cowards tumble, I sing a song of faith
To this vision I'm devoted,
from the cradle to the grave

Your plastic lives of idiots, a world of mindless trends
Where no ones held accountable for their words,
or the lies that they defend
It's your life it's your choice,
to hock your gems for rocks and dust

And I can't blame you for your utter weakness
But you can't blame me for my disgust