© WJA
cryptic cahos the doors of the unknown
controlled by the mighty machines that drome
welled with fear we tense up inside
theres no place to run theres no place to hide
they consume us thy metal rips our flesh
standing fighting the enemy until our very last breath
the road to victory to much of a stride theyre gonna win
but some of them have to die for the planet raged in the age of machines
just another evolution beyond our wildest dreams
© WJA
The tables are turned the bridges are burned
Now just a shadow of my former self reflections disections former projections of the vision that revealed itself.
changing the range swallowing my pain rebuilding my strength determining my fate. taking stride resuming pride from a ride that pushed me aside through turmoil and lies. lying in wait far to late to demonstrate emotional gratification. physical stimulationmind altering communication.
Forever it is but a disguise there are no
tomorrows because they are all unknown lies.
© WJA