No Mourners (feat. Lucille Lux)

A silly little soliloquy for the silly little boy I address, me at 13
The scene you wish you could be free to be in isn't what it seems
Glorifying the dead minded, numbed and solitudinal is a path to un-righteous damnation
The contamination of a soul baptized in catholic blood
Brought up by protestant thugs and beaten into shape with pharmaceutical drugs

The time and money poured into your mind body and soul can't go un-abided and ignored
This is your only path, tow the line, follow the rules and eat your gruel and go to school
Brainwash and mind shower all you want but never forget that god knows when you've sinned
And you'll die alone and miserable and taunted and hated and a failure
So never ever admit defeat never learn from mistakes
And one day you might figure out politics and rule from a seat of power

Kill the flowers, burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers, burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth n-

For a guided meditation here's some mental constipation
Upbringing and nurture shape the person, genetic coding governs the moulding by which the shaping commences
So how come there are certain spaces left in my mind that are blank and grey
My lack of serotonin, an immediate burst of adrenaline shrouded around the bedroom
Can't sleep can't sleep when I'm awake I can't think
Now I'm drugged and can't read without words blurring,
Stomach curdling mind turning sour at the slightest mention of failure
Stable sure but three days lacking and I'm snapping at words harsher than words I've hurled before
Attacking brother and sister, my flatmate and life-long partner
I start fights, claw and bite can't sleep at night
Can't touch your skin the walls are folding in the world is crumbling paper thin
The creases on my skin gape open and my mental wounds start escaping
Crawling onto my upper thigh skin scars tight across lines of paper written in red ink the stories of last night

Kill the flowers, burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers, burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers, burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers, burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers, burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners
Kill the flowers burn the fields and salt the earth no mourners