Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence
Alcoholics Anonymous/Twelve-step Suite Part 1: Reflection Cunning, baffling, powerful, been beaten to a pulp. Vigorous, irresistible, sick and tired and laid low. Dominating, invincible, black-out, loss of control. Overwhelming, unquenchable, I'm powerless, have to let go. I can't escape it, it leaves me frail and worn. Can no longer take it, senses tattered and torn. Hopeless surrender, obsession's got me beat. Losing the will to live, admitting complete defeat. Fatal descent spinning around, I've gone too far to turn back round. Desperate attempt stop the progression at any length lift this obsession. Crawling to my glass prison, a place where no one knows. My secret lonely world begins! So much safer here, a place where I can go to forget about my daily sins. Life here in my glass prison, a place I once called home. Fall in nocturnal bliss again! Chasing a long lost friend I no longer can control, just waiting for this hopelessness to end. Part 2: Restoration Run fast from the wreckage of the past, a shattered glass prison wall behind me. Fight past, walking through the ash, a distant oasis before me. Cry desperate, crawling on my knees, begging God to please stop the insanity. Help me, I'm trying to believe, stop wallowing in my self pity. "We've been waiting for you my friend, the writing's been on the wall. All it takes is a little faith, you know you're the same as us all." Help me, I can't break out this prison all alone. Save me, I'm drowning and I'm hopeless on my own. Heal me, I can't restore my sanity alone. Enter the door, desperate, fighting no more. Help me restore to my sanity at this temple of hope. I need to learn, teach me how sorrow to burn, help me return to humanity! I'll be fearless and thorough to enter this temple of hope. Believe, transcend the pain. Living the life, humility opened my eyes. This new odyssey of rigorous honesty! Serenity that I never knew! Soundness of mind helped me to find courage to change all the things that I can. "We'll help you perform this miracle but you must set your past free. You dug the hole but you can't bury your soul, open your mind and you’ll see." Help me, I can't break out this prison all alone. Save me, I'm drowning and I'm hopeless on my own. Heal me, I can't restore my sanity alone. Part 3: Revelation Way off in the distance I saw a door I tried to open, I tried forcing with all of my will but still the door wouldn't open. Unable to trust in my faith I turned and walked away. I looked around, felt a chill in the air, took my will, and turned it over. The glass prison which once held me is gone, a long lost fortress. Armed only with liberty, and the key of my willingness. Fell down on my knees and prayed: "Thy will be done!" I turned around, saw a light shining through. The door was wide open!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Hear me speaking, asking why I even bother. Tell me how you live from day to day. Take your time and look around, is this Utopia you've found? Sick of all of this, The suffering, and we just carry on. Isn't it time we care, and lose the hate, understand our fears? But we do all that we can, justify the means to an end. Sorry you must excuse me, I've painted my own Mona Lisa. She's fixed everything, now I'm spoiled beyond my wildest dreams. Blind faith we have in you. invisible! Which direction do we choose? Predictable! Take the streets, the beaten path, our system works for whom I ask? I have it all, the bigger house, an iron fence to keep you out. When did we all let you down? So come Messiah show us how, how. Our human spirit drowns, don't think you hear me now. No sign of you around, what is it you hope to see? Blind faith we have in you. invisible! Which direction do we choose? Predictable! Give us something we can use, desirable! Because you've done all you can do. Regrettable! And still life pushes on with or without you. We've got to carry on, our will will guide us to. A place where we belong, know there lies the truth. I am the believer who gives purpose on to you. I don't think we let you down. So come Messiah show us how, how. Throw us a pure lifeline, I hope that you hear me. Too proud to be around, there's more to us than we see now. Blind faith we have in you. invisible! Which direction do we choose? Predictable! Self-ignorance, abuse, desirable! Because you've done all you can do, incredible!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Waiting in the calm of desolation, wanting to break from this circle of confusion. Sleeping in the depths of isolation, trying to wake from this daydream of illusion. How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me? How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me? How can I know so many, never really knowing anyone? If I seem superhuman I have been misunderstood. It challenges the essence of my soul, and leaves me in a state of disconnection. As I navigate the maze of self-control playing a lion being led to a cage. I turn from a thief to a beggar, from a God to "God save me". How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me? How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me? How can I know so many, never really knowing anyone? If I seem superhuman I have been misunderstood. Playing a lion being led to a cage! I turn from surreal to seclusion, from love to disdain, from belief to delusion, from a thief to a beggar and from a God to "God save me". How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me? How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me? How can I know so many, never really knowing anyone? If I seem superhuman I have been misunderstood.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
"A Gallup snapshot poll taken immediately after President Bush's speech on funding embryonic stem cell research last night shows that half of Americans approve of his decision, 25% do not, and still another 25% aren't sure what to think." "Most people don't even know what stem cells are." "Who is going to scream the loudest? Will it be the right-to-lifers or will it be the scientists? And now what's going to happen is that there will be a tremendous amount of lobbying in Washington, D.C.: scientists, entertainers, people who want to see this research - will be coming forth." "I am concerned about it. Christopher Reeve is concerned about it. Everyone is concerned about it. The big question is do the ends justify the means? When we talk about research, yes, we can cure a lot of things speculatively. But, where is the proof?" "These developing human beings that you are talking about, these embryos were produced in an artificial, scientific environment. In vitro fertilization is not God's will." "That doesn't make them any less human, though, after that happens." "We are on a road where we really don't know where we are going as far as what's next. We are talking about harvesting embryos. We are talking about this, we are talking about that, but what is the cost?" "How could we possibly abandon the research?" "That is right, hat is the old question. If you think the research is good, then you may not have a problem with it. It is only if you think the research is questionable that you get defensive about it. "You do have time to research these embryos later if we choose to do so. While people are suffering, we are not truly certain that this will provide a cure." "And there was a great outrage in the conservative churches. You cannot use developing humans, at that point in time they turn into humans." "I feel that abandoning this research could be a mistake. Researching this may allow us to save other lives or at least to improve the quality of lives." "We do not have the answers, yet. We need to put the money where we will get those answers in the future. Listen, we are out of time." What if someone said promise lies ahead? Hopes are high in certain scientific circles. Life won't have to end, you could walk again. What if someone said problems lie ahead? They've uncovered something highly controversial. The right to life is strong, can't you see it's wrong? Humankind has reached a turning point poised for conflict at Ground Zero. Ready for a war! Do we look to our unearthly guide or to white coat heroes, searching for a cure? Turn to the light, don't be frightened of the shadows it creates. Turn to the light! Turning away would be a terrible mistake. Anarchistic moral vision, industries of death, facing violent opposition, unmolested breath. Ethic inquisitions breed antagonistic views, right wing sound bite premonitions in a labyrinth of rules. Are you justified? Are you justified? Are you justified? Justified in taking life to save life, life to save life? Life to save life! This embryonic clay wrapped in fierce debates, would be thrown away or otherwise discarded. Some of us believe it may hold the key to treatment of disease, and secrets highly guarded. Are you justified? Are you justified? Are you justified? Justified in taking life to save life, life to save life? Life to save life! Humankind has reached a turning point poised for conflict at Ground Zero. Ready for a war! Do we look to our unearthly guide or to white coat heroes, searching for a cure? Turn to the light, don't be frightened of the shadows it creates. Turn to the light! Turning away would be a terrible mistake. We're reaching but have we gone too far? Harvesting existence only to destroy, carelessly together we are sliding. Someone else's future four days frozen still, someone else's fate we are deciding. Miracle potential, sanctity of life! Faced against each other, we're divided. Should we push the boundaries or should we condemn? Moral guilt and science have collided. Turn to the light, we defy our own mortality these days. Turn to the light, pay attention to the questions we have raised. "One of the big questions that still remains for me, though, is that all of these embryos that are sent or will be discarded, is this worse than just throwing those away?" "You do not know that all of these will be discarded. All of a sudden you say which ones will be discarded. And all of sudden you have people being solicited for parts of their anatomy. Then they harvest parts of people's bodies. That is how it starts." "People are not soliciting; there are fertility clinics that have extra embryos." "The research is a scientific advancement. I know we are going down a road that we may not know where we end, but that is exactly what science is all about. I am very sorry, but I do feel sympathy for those whose spines have been severed. There is a possibility that we might cure them. I am concerned about a cure for juvenile diabetes and if these types of scientific advancement can cure these diseases, then quite candidly I think there ought to be at least what President Bush has proposed: some limited research." "Stem cells come from developing human beings and they shouldn't be experimented on that doesn't make sense or that is unethical, but at the same time there is great promise." "I have a 28-year old son who is paraplegic. And if there is a small chance that my son can be able to have feeling and be able to walk then I am for it." "Human beings have been evolving for tens of thousands of years and we are just injecting cells from embryos into people's brains. How do we come to do something like that?"
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025
Why, tell me the reasons why? Try, still I don't understand. Will I ever feel this again? Blue sky, I'll meet you in the end. Free them, free the memories of you. Free me and rest until I'm with you. A day like today, my whole world has been changed. Nothing you say will help ease my pain. Turn, I'll turn this slowly round; burn, burn to feel alive again. She, she'd want me to move on; see me, this place I still belong. Give chase to find more than I have found, and face this time now on my own. Days disappear and my world keeps changing, I feel you here and it keeps me sane. So I'm moving on, I'll never forget as you lay there watching me. Accepting the end, I knew you were scared. You were strong, I was trying! I gave you my hand, I said it's okay, letting go, time to leave here. And I'll carry on the best that I can without you here beside me. Let him come take you home!
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
She can't stop pacing, she never felt so alive. Her thoughts are racing, set on overdrive. It takes a village, this she knows is true. They're expecting her, and she's got work to do. He helplessly stands by, it's meaningless to try. As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes, he says: "I've never seen her get this bad." Even though she seems so high he knows that she can't fly, and when she falls out of the sky he'll be standing by. She was raised in a small midwestern town by a charming and eccentric loving father. She was praised as the perfect teenage girl, and everyone thought highly of her. And she tried everyday with endless drive to make the grade; Then one day she woke up to find the perfect girl had lost her mind. Once barely taking a break, now she sleeps the days away. She helplessly stands by, it's meaningless to try. All she wants to do is cry, no one ever knew she was so sad. Because even though she gets so high, and thinks that she can fly she will fall out of the sky. But in the face of misery she found hopefulness. Feeling better, she had weathered this depression. Much to her advantage she resumed her frantic pace. Boundless power, midnight hour, she enjoyed the race.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
Napalm showers showed the cowards we weren't there to mess around, through heat exhaustion and mind distortion a military victory mounted on innocent ground. Hearing voices from miles away, saying things never said. Seeing shadows in the light of the day, waging a war inside my head. War inside my head! Years and years of bloodshed and warfare, our mission was only to get in and kill. A free vacation of palm trees and shrapnel, trading innocence for permanent psychotic Hell. Hearing voices from miles away, saying things never said. Seeing shadows in the light of the day, waging a war inside my head. Feeling strangers staring my way, reading minds never read. Tasting danger with each word I say, waging a war inside my...
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
Standing in the darkness, waiting for the light. The smell of pure adrenaline burning in the night. Random blinding flashes aiming at the stage. Intro tape begins to roll, igniting sonic rage. Still they keep me, between these hollow walls, hoping to find in me the answers to the test that stumped them all. "The boy is just simply crazy, suffering from delusions. We honestly think that maybe he might need an institution. He lives in a world of fiction and really could use some help, we have just the place to fix him and to save him from himself!" Curled up in the darkness, searching for the light. The smell of stale sweat and shit streaming through the night. Random urine testing, pills red, pink and blue. Counseling and therapy providing not a clue. Still they keep me between these hollow walls, hoping to find in me the answers to the test that stumped them all. "We can't seem to find the answers, he seemed such a clear cut case. We cannot just let him leave here and put all this work to waste. Why don't we try shock treatments, it really might do some help? We have just the tools to fix him and to save him from himself!"
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025
Goodnight kiss in your nightgown, lavender in your bed. So innocent as you lie down, sweet dreams that run through your head. Are you lonely without mommy's love? I want you to know I'd die for that moment. You're just a poor girl, afraid of this cruel world, taken away from it all. It's been 5 years to the day and my tainted blood's still the same. I can't help acting this way, and those bastard doctors are gonna pay. I'm so lonely without baby's love, I want you to know I'd die for one more moment. I'm just a poor girl, afraid of this cruel world, taken away from it all.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
He seemed no different from the rest, just a healthy normal boy. His mama always did her best and he was daddy's pride and joy. He learned to walk and talk on time but never cared much to be held, and steadily he would decline into his solitary shell. As a boy he was considered somewhat odd, kept to himself most of the time. He would daydream in and out of his own world, but in every other way he was fine. He's a Monday morning lunatic, disturbed from time to time. Lost within himself in his solitary shell. A temporary catatonic madman on occasion, when will he break out of his solitary shell? He struggled to get through his day he was helplessly behind, He poured himself onto the page writing for hours at a time. As a man he was a danger to himself, fearful and sad most of the time. He was drifting in and out of sanity, but in every other way he was fine. He's a Monday morning lunatic, disturbed from time to time. Lost within himself in his solitary shell. A momentary maniac with casual delusions, when will he be let out of his solitary shell?
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
I'm alive again, the darkness far behind me. I'm invincible, despair will never find me. I feel strong, I've got a new sense of elation. Boundless energy, euphoria fixation. Still it's hard to just get by, it seems so meaningless to try when all I want to do is cry. Who would ever know I felt so sad? Even though I get so high, I know that I will never fly, and when I fall out of the sky who'll be standing by? Will you be standing by?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
She dresses in black everyday, she keeps her hair simple and plain, she never wears make-up but no one would care if she did anyway. She doesn't recall yesterday, faces seem twisted and strange, but she always wakes up only to find she'd been miles away. Absence of awareness, losing time. A lapse of perception, losing time. Wanting to escape, she had created a way to survive. She learned to detach from herself, a behavior that kept her alive. Hope in the face of our human distress helps us to understand the turbulence deep inside that takes hold of our lives. Shame and disgrace over mental unrest keeps us from saving those we love, the grace within our hearts and the sorrow in our souls. Deception of fame, vengeance of war, lives torn apart! Losing oneself, spiraling down, feeling the walls closing in. A journey to find the answers inside our illusive mind.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025