Captain Of My Soul

October 20, 2012

I am the Captain of my soul

I am the master of my fate

And I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming home

 

They’ll send you to hell, with a habit of mind

They’ll make you a monster, with a habit of mind

They’ll force you to stand, it’s a habit of mind

And the sound of the shot, is just a habit of mind

 

They’ll put you away, with a habit of mind

The sleight of the hand, is a habit of mind

They’ll say that you’re crazy, with a habit of mind

They’ll burn you alive, with a habit of mind

 

They’ll keep you awake with a habit of mind

They’ll turn you around make you sleep to the light

They’ll order the shot, when you put up your hands

If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind

 

If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind

If there’s a hell, its a habit of mine

If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind

If there’s a hell, its a habit of mine

 

Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun

Captain Of My Soul

October 20, 2012

I am the Captain of my soul

I am the master of my fate

And I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming home

 

They’ll send you to hell, with a habit of mind

They’ll make you a monster, with a habit of mind

They’ll force you to stand, it’s a habit of mind

And the sound of the shot, is just a habit of mind

 

They’ll put you away, with a habit of mind

The sleight of the hand, is a habit of mind

They’ll say that you’re crazy, with a habit of mind

They’ll burn you alive, with a habit of mind

 

They’ll keep you awake with a habit of mind

They’ll turn you around make you sleep to the light

They’ll order the shot, when you put up your hands

If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind

 

If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind

If there’s a hell, its a habit of mine

If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind

If there’s a hell, its a habit of mine

 

Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun

Leper Colony

October 20, 2012

Open the gate to the Leper Colony

To a catalogue of quarantined ideas

Where the one eyed madmen are imprisoned by the blind

To the open sore beneath a concrete sky

 

Open the gate

Open the gate

Open the gate to the last Leper Colony

 

Open the gate to the place of all lost causes

To the death of dreams, to the road that goes nowhere

To the drone of traffic passing by outside

And the rubbish sacks melting in the sun

 

Open the gate to the last Leper Colony

Open the gate to the last Leper Colony

Open the gate to the last Leper Colony

Open the gate

 

Open the gate to a thousand unknown faces

That hide behind a thousand different masks

Where you become a stranger to yourself

In the cattle truck at the end of the line

 

Open your mind

Open your mind

 

Open the gate to the prison of your mind

To the hanging room of your imagination

To the death of meaning and all that went before

You’re a dead man walking, to the wall.

 

Open the gate to the last Leper Colony

Open the gate to the last Leper Colony

Open the gate to the last Leper Colony

Open your mind, its the last Leper Colony

 

Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun

The Walls

October 20, 2012

The fucking walls

They’re closing in

They Draw the lines

Around my mind

Did you see that?

Make it stop

The fucking walls

The fucking walls

 

The fucking walls

They keep us in

No one is free

You’re one of them

I hear the voice

Inside my head

The fucking walls

The fucking walls

 

We’re fucking lost

The dead walk

They know your name

And your address

They turn you cold

With Loneliness

The fucking walls

The fucking walls

 

Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun