The War That Doesn't Exist

November 28, 2012

Bush to the left of them

Blair to the right

Into the valley of death

 

Drove the 5,000

In a great cloud of dust

Into the jaws of Hell

 

“There’s not to reason

Or ask of them why

There’s is to do and to die”

 

After all that has gone

There’s no turning back

For a Suicidal Cavalry Attack

 

Who wants to be the last one to die?

In a war that already is lost

Who wants to be the last one to die?

In a war that doesn’t exist

 

Two steps forward

Then three steps back

For a line that was drawn on a map

 

“Into the valley

Of the shadow of death”

The loved ones who’ll never come back

 

Where are they now?

The posters that read

“This country ….is at war”

 

Lost in a conflict

That history will judge

A Suicidal Cavalry Attack

 

Who wants to be the last one to die?

In a war that already is lost

Who wants to be the last one to die?

In a war that doesnt exist

 

Death still rains down

On the villages and towns

Civilians burned in their homes

 

They’ll take you away

If you stand up and say

The names of the “Glorious Dead”

 

Those that come back

Shoot themselves in the head

With the trauma of what they have seen

 

What does it take

To call them all back from this

Suicidal Cavalry Attack

 

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

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

The Devil's Masquerade

August 30, 2012

In the darkness of street light
I can see in infra red
I can feel a million insect wings
Beating in my head
“Don’t believe the human eye
In sunlight or in shade
This shadow show of sight and sense
Is a Devil’s Masquerade”

 

When there’s nothing but hell to pay
Know that no one will speak to you
Their friendship is a lie
To them you’re another fool
As you watch you life go by
Do anything you want
You can’t take the money with you
It’s a Devil’s Masquerade

 

Hand over Hand as you climb under the sky
Here no one can see you, or try to bring you down
Forgotten by the world, as the traffic thunders by
You life has no more meaning than the water dripping down

 

Hanging from the bridge, hanging from the bridge, Hanging from the bridge

 

The Hospitals are full, debt is what your worth
Hanging from the bridge, from the towers of the damned

 

Hand over hand, you climb under the sky
From the towers of the damned, cast out the hate inside their minds
Forgotten by the world, as the traffic passes by
Life has no more meaning than the water dripping down

 

Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun

Kill Generation

June 21, 2012

Hand them a mobile to say their goodbyes
To their loved ones at home that they’re leaving behind
Force them to fight for a line in the sand
A “Kill Generation” with a gun in their hand

 

War Crime, War Crime
It started with a handshake
But now you’re on fire

 

No god can give you unquestionable rights
Belief is no basis for intelligent life
A guilt ridden grin showing white rotten teeth
A War of attrition fed by greed and deceipt

 

War Crime, War Crime
It started with a handshake
But now you’re on fire

 

Kill Generation
Kill Generation
Kill Generation

 

You sold our sons for the lowest price
An Upturned vehicle from a homemade device
Build them new limbs, teach them to walk
Hide them away but don’t let them talk

 

War Crime, War Crime
It started with a handshake
But now you’re on fire

 

Victims remember what you did with a lie
Picking through charred remains of their lives
Where are your gods and your masters now
Victims remember. It’s a long way down.

 

Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun

 

Death on Credit

June 21, 2012

Join the “Cult of Amateur” here
Selfish, Malignant, inducer of greed
Infested with thousands, the fields are alive

 

Open your eyes
Take a good look
At the yellowing crust
You’re stuck on a hook
The Spread of the rot
There’s plague on this land
Bring out your dead

 

A thousand wired networks corrupting the grid
Insatiable swarm of digital grubs
Encrusting the ploughshare, destroying the crop

 

Open your eyes
Take a good look
At the yellowing crust
You’re stuck on a hook
The Spread of the rot
There’s plague on this land
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead

 

Death on Credit, Death On Credit

 

Death on Credit, Death On Credit
The song of the rats, leaving the sinking ship
What will you do when the money runs out?

 

Death on Credit, Death On Credit
The frozen gates of hell, at last, swing open
A spark of hope, the blink of a madman

 

Death on Credit, Death On Credit
Strung from a hook, locked in a block of ice
Condemned to a death by a thousand cuts

 

Death on Credit, Death On Credit
Condemned to a death by a thousand cuts

 

Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun

Death's Rifles

June 21, 2012

No response to the order
Nothing can make you answer them
No Acceptance of the paper
No Signature or mark
Stood motionless
Arms crossed with bowed heads
Not the aim of Death’s Rifles
Will ever make them work

 

The world is a step outside
A grey sunless prison
You could drop where you stand
No one made it out of here alive
To the mines or the marshland
Where the wild cherry grows
Not the aim of Death’s Rifles
Could ever make us work

 

It’s all in your mind

 

All in your mind

 

Not the freezing of the skin
Or the cut of the razor
Not the line of shallow graves
Waiting in the cold

 

Beneath a halo of hissing insects
And all the summer knows
Not the aim of Death’s rifles
Could ever make us work

 

The world is a step outside
A grey sunless prison
You could drop where you stand
No one made it out of here alive

 

Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun

Faaacebook

June 21, 2012

They outlawed our kind
We took to the hills
The forest of never be found
At night we sit beneath a starlit sky
Is this the meaning of Free?

 

What Kind of plan takes the food from their hands
Expects us to do as they say
We’ll fight to the death until the last man down
Ideas cannot die?

 

Learn the maze, stay on the screen
Only take what they give you for free

 

Borders are not for keeping you out
They’re for keeping the slaves inside
Sign up today, all they want is a name
How much will it cost you to play?

 

People will one day return to this place
Take the company down
But, you play on the screen, you want it for free
You do anything just to be seen

 

Learn the maze, share it for free
Only take what they give you for free

 

Faaacebook
Chaos, mayhem

 

“The Sun will shine down
on your enemy
Which is everybody”

 

Words will be lost forever
Ideas forgotten
They’ll fill you with nothing
They’ll take all your time

 

How long will it take for the barbed wire to break
For the walls to be smashed to the ground

 

You play on the Screen, Entertainment for free
How much is the true cost of free?

 

“The Sun will shine down
On your enemy
Which is everybody
Like Flowers”
Like Flowers

 

You play on the screen
You take it for free
How much does it cost
The true cost of free?

 

Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun