Kasan ga daijobou ka?
Tosan ga daijobou ka?
Tosan wa ii desu ne,
Kasan ga byouki desu.
Igaku wa hoshiidesu ka?
Sore wo hitsuyo to shimasu ka?
Daijoubou ka? Daijobou ka?
Kasan wa daijobou ja nai.
Tsuitachi ga owatta kasan ga
Daijobou, daijobou!
Tosan ga daijobou!
Subete no hitobito daijobou!
I've prayed upon the weary hour
And still my mind preys on me
In darkness when even the Lord would sleep
I'm fated to entreat the devil.
He comes as any demonic presence
Clothed in the raiment of lust
And in his kingdom of darkness he reins
To dirty my soul like rust
And clothed in blood I beseech my god
To rid me of sinful thoughts
And all my life's transgressions soil me
I lay me down like dust to dust.
Forgive o Lord my folly and wickedness
that I might yet be free
Stop this burning in my chest
And put out the fires that ignite me.
O God of Abraham and Isaac who begat
And begat and begat and begat
Free me from the tools of that
So I might live to serve in abstention
You've done it a few times but I lack retention
I want to win big and not be an honorable mention.
The beast in me arises with the moon:
That ravenous, aching, unforgiving tune
That sings within me to be within you-
As I become we and split open you.
And feral hunger drives me in deeper
Like a creeping vine binding us
I consume your soul like the reaper
And eat your lust with foul unrepentant savagery.
Life is given to the living and yet I,
Consume with all viciousness like a dead man in hell
Thrusting and grinding all skin till it's red
Into the innocent, milk white bed-
O the vile and wild full throbbing desecration
Mixed in with such negligent, savage elation
Higher life forms should never so vehemently indulge
And yet as the moon unfolds-
Perhaps the tides-
Perhaps barometric pressure-
Perhaps simple animal nature tucked away in the human psyche
No longer able to be repressed
I collapse in an infinite reverberating mess
With you at my side
And you know the rest.
The dogs of war have fated warriors fight
Those who don't are doomed to repeat this night.
Sometimes the rays of sunshine fade
When the day turns to dusk too early
And those who once had found their way
Wander aimlessly in a seasonally changed place.
Impermanence and cold is winter
And sometimes mute in the evening's glow
Oh how I long for the dead time when-
I walked home under yellow Street lamps in snow.
There were days when a journey had two points
And there was yet somewhere else to go
Yet here I stand waiting, telling jokes to quell the din
And waiting another day to know-
All good fun comes to an end
And even in the mind adventure eventually dies.
I've lost good friends and much of my crew-
and yet the boat sails on;
Though I stand: leader of few-
does not mean that I am done.
and hear, my friends, the call to duty that all good hearts adhere
some call it our job, some call it god-
but all the good souls fear;
yes all the good souls listen my friends-
when a higher purpose draws near.
The sound of the slide milking its fang
The sweat on your palms as you meander.
The target's beyond some door but you'll never know where
And the night is like a muted recording studio with the lights out.
From a distance, reality breathes
and you hear the bark of some angry highway dog
On a highway with hundreds of angry metal hounds
Then the other snake attacks and stings your shoulder.
It's wet like rain but in a split second, you react with no pain.
Lightning screams in the night from the extension of your forearm and in an instant a father's dead.
A brother silenced from anger and fearlessness in the struggle for living well.
Foot soldiers all go to hell but you'll be carried off by the Valkyrie.
Backup will arrive too late but wait, there's a light,
Or that's what you'll tell them if they get there to save your life
soon! And you drift off to sleep in a recording studio with no mics or lights.
On the island Goshevin, in the sea of Nog-
I kept him well my ancient friend and told him to live on;
But lo death's shadow came to him as it claims us all-
And I alone am left to fend the darkness that befalls.
The emptiness where bonds have been is like the falcon's path-
Where one can gather up their strength and soar upon the Mass;
But on the service close, the weeks give way to the end of the dream-
All mourners will dive towards the earth: reality's gravity screams!
So there upon the rock I sat afar from all my means-
To keep this man who must be kept and unravel at my seams;
As if my life were finely woven and he was but a thread-
I held hard to the thread and lost the cloak upon his death.
But I a man of doubt should still have left a boat upon the shore-
For here I sit alone and have for ages ever more.
The lesson's this to you who finds this note I set adrift-
Hold hard your mind in love and loss or strand your self like this.
