Ale to England

Clawing your way up the walls Holding the key but never finding the door Locked on the inside you remain Struggling to break from the ties Almost there but you still compromise Joining hands but you're still on your own at midnight Sucked in by the flow of the tide Whatever the circles it's the easier ride But in doing so you sacrifice yourself Fear of being out on your own Fear of setting foot out on the great unknown Binds you to captivity. You create your chains Freedom is not out of reach But one must must learn before one may teach That liberation is dependent upon your honesty Whatever you desire to do. Whatever you want. Whatever is you Live by your standards, your law Listen and try to understand The feelings within these lines Our strengths, our hopes, our anger Our will to stay alive Desperate to communicate The beauty of our dreams Wanting but never knowing If our message is received

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 16, 2025

Ain't no feeble bastard that obeys their every say They say do this they say do that, no I'm no dog's body Ain't no feeble bastard No fucking scapegoat Ain't no feeble bastard that has no say I say what I think, not what they want me to think Ain't no feeble bastard No fucking scapegoat Ain't no feeble bastard that obeys their every say They say do this they say do that, no I'm no dog's body Ain't no feeble bastard No fucking scapegoat Ain't no feeble bastard that has no say I say what I think, not what they want me to think Ain't no feeble bastard No fucking scapegoat

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 16, 2025

Roses are red. sometimes violets are blue but we're always puking on cider and glue People say that we're twisted, you know it's not true, we just get so bad when there's fuck all to do Life in this building is freezing and wet, if I once had a brain then I seem to forget 'Cos just when I caught it, it slipped through the net, now we sedate ourselves slowly no time for regret Sunshine wards laughing, the inmates are here, filling our lives full of sulphate and beer We've tried every way to make "real life" less clear as stupidity sets in the truth disappears Sunshine wards screaming, we crawl to the door Reality creeps back, I can't take no more There is no more stairway we're stuck on this floor And fear digs in deep, as the patients hands claw The happy dream shatters and falls to the floor The doubt crawling in that we can't just ignore Should we carry this farce on just as before? Or start living for life's sake, away from the ward?

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 16, 2025