Crab Life Look at you across the room thinking can you make it. your new victim in your sights ready for a fight you approach. You know your role known it long learned it hard. You are the crab who came out of the barrel the one who made it. But there can be only one, only one success story at a time. So you know your role you signed with your blood. Instead of helping the one left to come up you got to work hard to push him down to drown.
Fly You can run, I know you can. You can fly, I know you can. Out of fear you may run but you need to fly. Use those wings see the joy it brings even in your fear They will take there, where you need to go. When you are down and you feel it's not your time take flight and fly up to the sky.
Grow Into Yourself. It burns! Like hell sulfur. Limbs torn assunder. With each blunder guilt knifes me. Blood corrupted springs free to flow into a sea of redemption. Can I grow into me? Can I be free? Guilt a strict taskmaster. Too stern to cuddle a wayward child like me. Fire now tears into my flesh. Is this how it feels to grow?
It's Too Late? Where have the years gone and when did the wrinkles come home to roost? Lady, why did you settle for empty promises? Why did you settle under their thumb rejected and forlorn? Is it too late to smile again? to feel the sun on your face? Is it too late to leave the pain? Just have some fun? Is it too late to stop and fight even after your flight? Is it too late to be alive when death was your bedmate? It is too late? We will see...
Be Blessed! Be blessed: with friends that love you all of you so you can be true to you. Be blessed: with a body that functions even with the aches and pain there is still a peace inside that takes that rain and make you sane. Be blessed: that you can be content with just enough even with the fluff and all the no sense stuff. Be blessed: a favour bestowed even when you feel low because you already know the best is yet to come. Be blessed, and so it goes row after row and feel those rupples overflow...
Last Lick you hit me I hit you I hit you you hit me. you go low I go low too. Think you are sly not gonna lie I was fooled for a while but now now I know what to do I will split you in two! So you hit me and I hit you I hit you and you hit me. But question: when is the last lick and can we stop this show?
The Imposter Look at them, innocent lambs to the slaughter of my decay. They think they know but no they don't know the carnage I can bring. I have killed before and may do so once again. They don't know I can suck them dry and make them just like me. "Beware of false prophets" for they too like you are blind to devil's tricks. I too was blinded and have yet to recover my eyes and so must follow a distant voice. Don't tell me I achieved through blood sweat and tears all that I have achieved - the agony of the truth is too much to bear I must not share the burden of not belonging. I look in the water and for a second see myself, then the pebbles come along to remind me to retreat once more back on the shelf, a lonely hallow place, where I belong, because I do not belong, incompetent as I am, to anywhere else.