Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon

The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon

There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn

Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words

Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.


Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war

Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover

That you'd just be
One more person crying.


So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to you ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.


As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small

Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all

Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark

As human gods aim for their marks
Made everything from toy guns that sparks
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark

It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.


While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits

Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States

Sometimes must have
To stand naked.


An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.


Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one

That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on

All around you.

You loose yourself, you reappear

You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand without nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear

Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.


A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy

Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it

That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.


For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despite their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free

Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized

To strict party platforms ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God Bless him.


While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole

That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges, watch people in pairs

Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see

With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.


My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me ?


And if my thought-dreams could been seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.