Goblin Queen

Governor General Deposed

The snake in the grass
Waiting for the last crusade

Obama is a Charlatan

Don’t play with fire
And a taste of heaven

Federal Reserve

Seven days to the storm
The man in the hat is back

Trudeau and Chretien

Wind whistles on the moor
Ghost riders in the sky

Enveloped in Lucifer’s cloak

My mind was bleeding

But my ego was unbreakable

And I…

I love myself.

And no, you cannot destroy me

I do not shatter like the glass

No, I…

I sit here refined and withdrawn

Like the character of sin

I am my Devil’s saint

And I am strong… Alone.

I am no victim of modern excess

In superiority I play my part well

But, I – I can’t live within myself

I cannot be without.

What a dangerous world to be

The other world that beckons me

The shadows settled

And they were a great comfort

Although my eyes felt only love

All you saw was a wickedness within

DAMN YOU FOR YOUR NEED

I sit inside my castle’s walls

I have already arrived at the age of reckoning

I stand placidly at the gates of Inferno

And my evil ways do not displease me

As for you…

You cannot look at yourself

So I had to take away my mirrors

I scratch at myself as a demon evolved

We both tell a story

As you taste your wine to be involved

But who was there when it first began?

There are only seven stories to be told

And I know mine intimately

Impenetrable.

Unbending.

Unwilling.

My soul has no god to answer to but itself

For I am the fairest creature I have ever known.

Oh.. Oh, yes.

You are.

How shall I hold my soul so that it may not be touching yours?

To detach my emotions from a face that has too long been engaged.

 

You left me walking down this road about five miles

Before I noticed you had hit the ditch and run into the forest

 

Along the streetlights I keep going at a maddened pace

I wont go home tonight and I wont think of your face

 

Like any outlaw you know how to keep yourself hidden

And my heartbreaks the strangest thing I have ever felt

 

Didn’t you know that he was a poor substitute for the love you used to give me?

And I’m sick with my need and crawling down from my wild horse for another mistake

 

The loss of your love has left me in shock and I burn like a candles wick

I guess I have to get out of this place and live without the sun

 

Its a burden and its a damn shame that cloaks me in my disgrace

The racing pulse gives me hope that I wont be sentenced to the hanging rope

 

When the beggar was at the door I should have given him bread

And water to keep me in exchange from the beast within my head

 

And if I could, I would shoot you down today

If just to make sure that you would stay

 

But my man is gone

He wears the mark and he sailed away

There is a brand new talk, but I’ve heard it before.

Its loud and its tasteless, you shout it while you are dancing on the dancefloor.

Its a god awful small affair.

You’ll live forever when you’ve done a line or two.

The war is over; the good guys lost.

The fight was fixed. The poor stay poor, the rich get rich.

 

You must remember this

A kiss is just a kiss.

When the castle comes crumbling down

And the staircases spiral around

Please remember the words that I spoke

I nailed them to my soul.

A soul that you could feel before you awoke.

Please remember the secrets from the deep.

I charmed them to your memory.

And I hope that with time they will keep.

You must not forget this

It is just a crystal, nothing more.

I placed the jewel in your eyes.

But it did nothing to satisfy this emptiness.

For the treasure in your eyes did not shine for me.

We are creatures of the underground.

And wild is the underground, wild is the underground.

You touch her and I hear the sound of lightening.

With your touch my existence begins.

All existence to me, all being to me.

Don’t let love tear us apart again.

This night could last forever

Or we could welcome never.

Age caresses my face.
Feeling fine at the end of the line.
I couldn’t wait to take you home.
Age for a carcass of lace.
The sign of time across the grime.
Put that make-up back on my grace.
The poor boy can’t help it.
I ripped off your wings and I laughed.
And keep me in mind,
What is in the suspense?
When you go back to that place,
Is it going to be a white wedding?
To burn an image that mends or replace.
Just a suitor of a sailor with images paler.
The beauty of your distaste.
I watched you change.
You look to the cross.
And I look away.

“Who killed my sister?” was whispered to the winds and books of lore

Albeit with more calculation than sorrow spoke the archetype Witch

The wickedness has dried up long ago, and with it was lost the ability to bleed

She has been waiting for her chance to cause an unspeakable accident

The last stand to the tyrants of Emerald glitter and golden Gale Force is evil

High in the mountains of the Vinkus and beyond the parapets of Shiz learning

All she wants is her ruby slippers.

 But wait. Mercy.

So Peter

Has become a pirate.

And I know it is not a side effect of the cocaine.

Each day I go into the secret garden looking for my fairy.

Looking for a sign that it must be love.

But Madame tells me to stay away from that boy.

Because Wendy doesn’t want to go swimming with mermaids like me.

When the Wendy-bird sees me telling stories to him,

she clucks and she cries something fierce.

He is my muse and I, his mistress.

We don’t play house, we play cloak and dagger.

Madame chases me out of the high seas and tells me to remember my prayers.

She tells me to cross myself three times a day.

While one taste of communion will make you bigger, another will make you small.

It helps to keep the demons away.

- If the Captain himself is the devil then I don’t want to protect myself.

He’s a gentleman, really, a man of feeling.

That’s why I tell Peter and his boys not to bring their guns to town.

While dining on cigars and bottles of musket I know what will follow.

With promises from bucaneers there is little cold comfort.

This is the place I hide, the place inside my mind.

The place where I make no mistakes, the place where I have what it takes.

So I crossed myself four times today.

The West shall rise again, and it is waiting like a Snake in the grass.

Kings and Queens come and go but one remains the same and that -is me.

In the pantomime the scented powder chokes the sound of any noise.

So you cannot speak and nor can you see with the sequins in your eyes.

A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine and can join me for a line or two.

I used to be a mere Actor, but now I have risen to an Alcoholic of renown.

Leaving you helpless when all the walls of you bower close in around you.

The West is the best and the Coast is up in blood boiling arms and on the rise.

Can you hear me now that I have sunk to the sewer and subway gutters?

Isolation is in its prime and whiskey is a mystic shaman bathing gold lust.

We don’t know what we want, but we want it now for the price we pay.

How can I sleep alone when the demons own all that I have ever been?

Going out West with a pistol down my jeans and a pocket full of triggers.

For a minute less I could lose myself in you and parted never be apart.

My eyes are on fire and in touching you, we have never truly touched.

Here’s an invitation to the violation and an imitation of the curses.

You were just supposed to be another Conquest.

And I was nothing more than an insatiable Socialite.

It’s breaking my heart so fuck you.

Fashion is dressed in furs awaiting the blood of your passion scarred and beaten.