Kezia

This should never be! I'll burn all the lives of this angel illuminati When St. Michael sized means find an end to justify A belief to fortify this stained glass disgrace Too beautiful to change, or perhaps too scared The truth behind our lives will be erased (Will be erased) A crusade in (In which to die) Begging for a crusade in which to die Where lead locusts pierce the heart of men And tie the tongues of those who lie (Those who lie) Cut the sinner, bleed redemption through the city streets That resonate the prayers of "This should never be" This should never be! Someone plunged a dagger deep into God's chest And when he groaned it laid our entire civilization to rest When he pulled out that dagger And marveled in the pain he could create We stuck another in his back and sealed Creation's fate So now we'll turn from wealth in the height of all our poverty A call that renders me ageless, turning the pages of a belief That's greater than us all, greater than us all Amen to the fools and the Cossacks And the pulpits (Amen!) Amen To the people who think there's still a way to help us Amen to the people Amen to the people Amen to the people Amen to the people Amen to the people Amen to the people who Think there's still a way to help us

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 21, 2026

They call me the man with the blood of Christ honesty But tonight (Tonight we'll sleep as killers) I drink with heathens and our, our finest blasphemies (As we break the cryptic, as we break the cryptic) In wine there's truth, but in silence there's surrender A screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror Built a temple in my life and used God to seal the pillars After twenty years of fighting young heretics and killers I watch my temple fall to pieces (At the first signs of oncoming weather) I fell to my knees, just like Jesus in the cave Jesus in the cave Jesus in the cave I knew I would die, but my lips could only say "I'm not your son, so why have you forsaken me?" (There's a hole in my heart, but it just makes me unholy) Crucified that night, and I walked away with alter-egos Prison preacher preaches his dead and buried gospel With my faith in ruins my duty still breathes strong I'm a parrot in a cage just singing prayers to belong Textbook of a crying, lying, dying history Textbook of a crying, lying, dying history Textbook of my crying (Crying) A textbook of my lying (Lying) A textbook of my dying (Dying) A textbook of my history

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 21, 2026

This morning there's no rods or staffs To comfort you dressed as a target As you amble in your chains and stumble through The corridors that lead to our makeshift valley of death In the prison's backyard Where you'll give us your final breath Last night I saw you dine with lovers and human tears But glance at me in ways That brought to life my sleeping fears That today you'll bite my neck Today you'll bite my neck That today you'll bite my neck Today you'll bite my neck Today you'll bite my neck Today you'll bite my neck That today you'll bite my neck Today you'll bite my neck Peel away the aging skin Expose this lifeless body in the void Divinity within I watch my temple fall to pieces Divinity within I watch my temple fall to pieces So tell me what When I've read you your rights When the guns are in their place When your crime no longer seems absurd When your crime's no longer absurd What will you say? When we ask you "What are your final words?" When your crime's no longer absurd What will you, what will you say, Kezia? When we ask "What are your final words?" What are your final words?

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 21, 2026

Well place your justice in my palm And then I'll make a fist And punch your grimaced face Until every knuckle breaks And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure Attempting composure before a bullet In the mouth answers the questions of exposure And God of Sunday School façades And paycheques to validate the time I served abroad (We will say it all means nothing) if I forget why I'm here To serve and protect my fist over fist Mind under matter career That's why this sounds kind of funny When he falls to his knees With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please (spare his life) Falls to his knees (when he falls to his knees) Falls to his knees (With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please) Oh all of this ask for change (change) While I explain the hardest of bodies dulls the softest of knives When I hold up his head and carve X's in his eyes When I hold up his head and carve X's in his eyes And carve X's in his eyes I swear I have compassion I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life Because I am the prison guard I swear I have compassion I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life Because I am the prison guard

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 21, 2026

The day civil glory dismembered my civility I could have parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of Red Sea Drowned the ancient East in western progress Custom and the least of all our pride and sentiments Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend That's ever been put on trial Which turned out to be the closest thing to a fashion trend That's ever been put on trial The rest was cast off as denial of statehood and mastery; The ultimate form of treason is the treacherous use of reason, the treacherous use Employed by the bastard sons of American forefathers who keep this fire burning With the flesh of their would-be American daughters, daughters, daughters, daughters!! What will happen to our children when the least of us pass on? Us who fought the monsters of our country's crowded closet Us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we saw it wasn't flawless Us whose youthful life was hostage to what harm did Who fought the hardest to be swept under the carpet And I'm still a cigarette softly smoking on the edge of a metal ashtray I begged this place to let me burn, and it whispered, "burn away."

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 21, 2026

We woke up as men, but tonight Tonight we'll sleep as killers As we break the cryptic morning With a bullet and a prayer The steel never seemed so cold and agile And a life never seemed less vital and fragile With a heart that's beating Louder than my own I watch a girl they call Kezia I watch a woman that I know My hope and my own future, blindfolded (To atone) To atone for a sin I didn't care for But a sin that paid my debts A sin that fed my children That burned my smiles and cigarettes And no one ever Said that hope would be so beautiful And no one ever Said I'd have to pull the trigger, on her I can't even still her trembling hands That were locked up by the dutiful And the obligated Five soldiers forever sedated With the "No one's responsible" Pathological drama of our Social justice dribble, dribble, dribble Her tiny steps tell lies About the choice I have to make (Resurrect a static lifetime Starve to death my own mistakes) Pull the screaming trigger And watch your carcass bleed me dry Or drop the gun and try to shake away The blindfold from your eyes? Drop the gun (Pull) Drop the gun (The) Drop the gun (Trigger) Drop the gun! Sin I didn't care for But a sin that paid my debts A sin that fed my children And burned my smiles and cigarettes Sin I didn't care for But a sin that paid my debts A sin that fed my children That burned my smiles and cigarettes

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 21, 2026

"Kezia, my darling, please never forget This world's got the substance of a frozen summer silhouette," Said my mother through lips that were cracked with love and toil Before she added, "the warmest of blankets is six feet of soil." She wore a perfume called "Pride" that smells a lot more like "Shame." So when she walked into the room I was sleeping, I heard her curse my father's name; It was our situation, our position, our gender to blame It was the lonely grey of my father's eyes staring back in the mirror's frame It was the lonely grey of my father's eyes staring back in the mirror's frame "Mother Oh Mother, I'm shaking while I write Tonight I'll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright." "Mother Oh Mother, I'm shaking while I write Tonight I'll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright." There's a letter waiting for me, that I have yet to read There's a letter waiting for me, that I have yet to read 'Cause I know it's not from you And you're the only one I need You're the only one I need I'm tired, and I'm cold and I want to go to bed But there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead... (I'm tired... I'm cold) This shotgun will instead.. (I want to go to bed, I want to go to bed) I want to... (No one here to tuck me in) So this shotgun will

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 21, 2026

Do you remember How it was when you bled When you loved and burned In those flames that you kept Because Vesta's long been sleeping Now you've come to accept That anatomy defines more than a few Of the gaping holes in our social fabric And it defines more than a few One-night stands And I mention more than a few Prison bars melted into (melted into) Melted in, melted in Melted into wedding bands We've made you all the peasants And we've made ourselves the kings Our queens Are still subordinate as an angel (without wings) But we make it easy to belong Which means it's easy to be wrong "Put some plastic in your tits You'd look better as a blonde" I remember when you were hopeful Never thought your life would be Lived inside a coffin, with a moral Sacrifice, and a million social obligations Labels and expectations When you were young and a modern seventeen In vogue (and vague) Pursuit (of a) Cosmopolitan dream So when you bled On the bed As you fed Those expectations As a whore and not a human You embraced with hesitation The very parameters of all you can be Not a mother, not an aunt Not a sister that's not subdued Because dignity is not physical And your flesh means more than you Your flesh means more than, you Your flesh means more than you Your flesh means more than And I know Know we'll all wake up one day With a gun to the back of our brains You'll be asking for your rib And I'll smile and I'll call you brave Maybe someday Maybe someday, when When this bloody skull has dried Know our city is in ruins When our greatest source of pride A monument of dicks and ribs And the gender crown we wore Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read "No woman. No woman. No woman No woman is a whore" Maybe someday, when When this bloody skull has dried Know our city is in ruins When our greatest source of pride A monument of dicks and ribs And the gender crown we wore Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read Maybe someday Maybe someday, when When this bloody skull has dried Know our city is in ruins When our greatest source of pride A monument of dicks and ribs And the gender crown we wore Where underneath, a plaque will read, a plaque will read ("Ready, Aim")

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 21, 2026

I better think of my answers now Because I know the questions will be asked Like if I brought the joy I found In the confessions of a mask The tip of my tongue's already Touching the top of my mouth It's meaning manifest in mercy Burning down, burning down Burning down, burning down Burning down, burning down Burning down the house It's true that tactless teem totem-poles Turn tolerance to tired taboos It's true that a bullet never knocks on the door It's about to come crashing through It's true that tactless teem totem-poles Turn tolerance to tired taboos It's true that a bullet never knocks on the door It's about to come crashing through I'm walking one last mile in big steps as your alter-wine I'm doing it in tattered shoes that aren't even mine Because my own are in a box locked up with possessions I can't have Like the gunman with his future and the prison priest's golden calf Walking one last mile Walking one last mile Blindfolds aside, I'd probably still close my eyes (Walking one last mile) I'd try to feel a trembling fetal life inside (Walking one last mile) Of a shotgun barrel that's about to make me bleed (Shotgun barrel makes me bleed) Like an ulcer in the stomach of the beast (Beast) Like a little girl on a bed that was years ago deceased Was resurrected last night with a letter she can't trace (Letter she can't trace) Like a little girl on a bed that was years ago deceased Was resurrected last night with a letter she can't trace Resurrected to be killed then maybe born again I'll always be Kezia as long as any hope remains (It's true that tactless teem totem-poles) (I'll always be Kezia) Resurrected to be killed then maybe born again I'll always be Kezia as long as any hope (It's true that tactless teem totem-poles) Resurrected to be killed and then maybe born again I'll always be Kezia so long as any hope remains

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 21, 2026

Don't ever ask us to define our morals Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes And hara-kiri heartbreak There's almost nothing worse There's almost nothing worse than never being real Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear If I had a gun, I'd pump your ethics full of lead If I believed in meat, I'd eat a plateful of our dead There's merit in construction when it's done with our own hands There's beauty in destruction, a resurrection, another chance There's a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's naïve The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse And a bleeding heart remorse When I'm in this state of reflection When you hand me whips and two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found Will be found

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026