BACKLASH
(Lyrics written by Marcel Saxlund) - Thursday, April 24, 2008

VERSE ONE
Look at the one who runs from
Look at the way he scatters in the sun
An animal crazed
Crave the shade
Made the maze…
Left the flame lit
Escaped from the pain
Paint the picture
Not as clear as they say
Monet-afflicted, whisk him away
Until the clouds have lifted…
The blue sky spoke, the whole thing…
Nothing more than a joke
Lift the mattress…
Find your worth in dark place
I’m laughing…
Who’d have thought you were two-faced?
A masochist
A hidden stash within
Living a path of sin
Letting disasters in through the front door
Escort the good through the back
Check the peep-hole
The people react
And the sequel is hope
We believe in “Jesus”
He’s just the reason we don’t become heathens…

VERSE TWO
Leave me alone
I’ve seen the whole truth
It turned me to stone
I tried to goldmine
But, it broke my pitchfork
She tried to be mine
But, I checked the resource
It turned green…
The whole past was obscene…
Feeding me the syllables
Make it believable
Gave her the semen
The gleam in her eye
I’m responsible for the cataracts
She acted out of line
But, I never yelled “Cut!”…
Lasted long enough to
Raise the stakes up…
But when it falls down
Who’ll clean the mess?
Don’t rebuild something that
Should have never existed, unless
Shoot the messenger
It’s never your fault, right?
Where your footsteps walk
A rickety fault line
No sobriety, never…
You’d rather be lying to me
Let your eyes wander
I wonder if I’m alive
Test my sixth sense, but let
The sleeping dogs lie

VERSE THREE
What’s the consequence mean to you?
Probably not much
Guide your conscience
Find another guy
Hide where your lies fit
And do what you gotta
Sweat, tears and time
I spent a whole lot
Left mine behind in the ashes
An actress masked the madness
Tore down the wall
Saw all the damage
I managed to cut my losses…
But, I’m lost so I’m exhausted
My resources leave me aborted
Cold in a dumpster
Reach the fortress
A kingdom
Re-born with a vengeance
No room for Cliff’s Notes
No dependence
No broken systems
No deception
No blissful notions
No protection
No need to feel
Numb all my senses.


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