Dyscord

Dyscord

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Behold

Written By: James Herbert

Decay, always, we’re living on borrowed time
Retaliation to the onslaught of our times
Always decaying
Have you ever seen how you look in the course of time
Your deeds etched into your face they tell the tale
Jagged cuts, like he was slashed by life, recording every foul and folly
Every harm you’ve ever done, every hardship you’ve endured
Dried out
Did you ever think that life would take a swing at you
Retaliation to the onslaught of our times
Dried out, with sinew frozen
Every face tells a story that can’t be denied
Jagged cuts, like he was slashed by life, recording every foul and folly

You Sir, Are a Gentleman and a Scholar

Written By: James Herbert

You fight your battles against no enemy
Tearing chunks of flesh from the snakes that,
Line the pavement of our cities and streets
The joy of disorder
Raise your fist at any offence
The dust settles on this lawlessness
Smirking, sneering, it’s just so plain to see
The man you, thought you knew
Is no gentleman
Release the burden of your secrets
And let the veneer slip
Bloody hands are so hard to hide, unlike your bloody mind
Standing on your province on our city streets
Smirking sneering, it’s just so plain to see
The man you, thought you knew
Is no gentleman
The man you thought you knew
The joy of disorder washes away all
Swept up in battle for mindless pride and valour
The knights of the concrete, you’d do well to leave here
When the dust settles, it starts again
Smirking sneering, it’s so plain to see
The man you, thought you knew
Is no gentleman

The Flaming Catharsis

Written By: James Herbert

At the cusp of detonation
This is how I operate
It’s habitual delusion
The will to forsake
Burn, your insides out, burn
Burn, the uncompromising need
Relief from the tension
The flaming catharsis
My only compulsion
The master, my thesis
Burn, your insides out, burn
Burn, the uncompromising need
Burn, melt to my hatred, burn
Your habits exposed, when you leave your legacy
This world disposed, the death of fallacy