Staria II: Desperado Undead - Set to Stun

It seems to me, my heart just doesn’t beat quite as hard as it used to beat.

Encased in brittle bones and wrapped in paper skin.

Because i’m not quite as strong as my intrepid songs make me out to be.

And my persistent resilient resistance is wearing thin!

And i know!

if i’m gonna get through this i gotta be stronger than i’ve ever been before.

I gotta get the fuck up off the floor!

i throw a 1−2 LEFT RIGHT BACK IN THE FIGHT!

Cause if one foot, never followed the other i’d still be laying in the piss and

shit and blood in the gutter, i could’ve killed myself, i’ve fuckin been

through hell.

i put my foot to the pavement and push.

and i run.

Between these pages i’m free.

(and i run) locked in this room i can barely move

and i’m desperate!

These days i can barely put together a sentence!

Fear behind my eyes it’s not the gun in my hand, it’s not the fire in my lungs

that make me who i am.

head in my hands without the strength to stand, «oh, STARIA!"if you could only

see me now.

Life’s a bitch and that fuckin' bitch makes me sick!

But not as sick as i MAKE MYSELF!

When day turns into night and night to day and then repeat and i’m so sick of

this…

bullshit.

I’m tired.

Sublimate all the people’s rage let’s get one thing straight I’d fucking

suffocate all the kids in their cribs before i let them eat the shit that you

force feed to millions daily (stand down) FUCK YOU!

time!

is but a fraction of a fraction!

A decimal lost in space and every action, has an equal and opposite reaction,

like the lives that you fucking waste!

WE'

LL BE REBUILT IN PAIN AND SUFFERING BEYOND THE GATE FOR i have seen the legions

that would stand before the crown in defiance of all your glories mortal

stories prophesying of the HEROES THAT WOULD SAVE THEM FROM THE PERILS THAT

AWAIT THEM WHILE THEIR lovers and planets torn asunder, under cover of night

will our red flag fly?

I’m so sick and tired of having to take the high road, tryna walk tall but they

got me walkin a tight rope!

Now let me show you how a STUNNER goes psycho!

And we’ll see who’s laughing then.

BLACK MAGIC ALCHEMY SUB-ATOMIC ANOMALIES 5th DIMENSIONAL PROPERTIES MAKESHIFT

MARTYRDOM AUGURY ESOTERIC PHILOSOPHY MESSIANIC AUTONOMY ESCHATOLOGICAL

PROPHECIES CONSEQUENCES ARE LOST TO ME.

I’m slipping into madness on the misdirected wings of sadness all while violent

things from vibrant dreams they usher me to dance with demons on the parapet of

vapid grace and graceful shit an ugly place where pilgrims pray to god while

burning witches at the stake.

The architect saw fit to wreck my intellect well so be it.

A dying mind a waste of time a brilliant man who paints his portrait black.

I’ve taken you as far as i can lead you.

the rest of the story belongs to you.

These people will follow you.

they will die for you.

Speak to them from your heart, so that they will listen.

Disconnected vain pretentious sentient beings of earth, i stand before you now

a harbinger of death and cold rebirth.

I’m a pariah to my people, but a god among the worms.

A vagabond a wanderer among the stars.

We are all the Earths protectors, In her beauty and her splendor I assure you

that a war is coming that echoes without end between the bastards who would

call themselves «the gods of Earth and men"and the warriors that stand on but a

brink of an abyss into hell.

You can talk the talk but can you walk the walk?

MOTHERFUCKER!

Cause if one foot, never followed the other i’d still be laying in the piss and

shit and blood in the gutter.

I’ve fucking been through hell, but then i found myself.

I put my foot to the pavement and push…

And i run!

Between these pages i’m free!

and i don’t know if i can make it through the night, Look to the stars.

And rest your heavy head on mine and look at all we left behind!

x4 As we stand here, on the brink of an abyss.

Staring straight into the depths of hell.

i’ll ask you old friends, stand with me one last time, and raise up the colors

high.

we’re going to waaaar!