Tag Archives: Fear

Second Generation Holocaust

Second generation holocaust
So scary how history seems destined
To repeat itself
Second generartion holocaust
Wondering if it can really happen again
Can we be that blind?

All I can do
Is kneel down and pray
To the architect above
And hope he will pave the way
For a future of truth, peace and love

Second generation holocaust
I want to run and hide from it all
From dark history
Second generation holocaust
Hoping we can never again need to be reminded
That kindness needs to prevail

All we can do
Is open our hearts and pray
To the architect above
Hoping he will soon show us the way
So that one day we will learn how to love


Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

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Too Stupid

What are you thinking?
Don’t tell me what you’re thinking
Why should I care?
I’m too stupid to not care
Don’t think of it as a blank stare
I’m just not blinking
Because the nothing left inside
Is all I have to share

Alone
The past comes back to haunt
All alone
Memories tease and taunt
Alone
Needing to look so strong
All alone
Afraid of getting it wrong

I don’t want to be alone

What was I dreaming?
I want to stop the dreaming
Don’t think I don’t care
I’m too stupid not to care
Don’t want to be misunderstood
There can be no meaning
Because with everything to lose
There’s nothing left to share

Alone
Buned to ash and dust
All alone
Doing what I must
Alone
Not wanting them to stare
All alone
Wondering why I still care

I don’t want to die alone


Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

New Day

Every new day
It all starts to make so much less sense
A little bit crazier
Meanings become more obscure
Violence and cruelty beyond reproach
They never seem to cease
Only seemingly getting far worse
Every new day

Every new day
I want to shut out all of the noise
And pretend its all quiet
Or that it can be one day
I hear no more sweet songs floating through the air
Replaced by vengeful cries
For even more bloodshed to be had
Every new day

Every new day
We grow heartless in our endeavors
Destruction seems the path
We’re determined to follow
I escape in drivel to render it null
Hoping we’ll see the light
Fearing no help for the window’s son
Every new day

Will there be a new day?


Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Six String Smile

Talk a lot but don’t reveal much
Keep it inside, it’s better off as such
Better to live with the invisible touch
Than to be left out in the cold again

Just give me an acoustic guitar to noodle upon
I don’t need to be able to play it well
I just need to find myself for a while
Finding that six string smile

You’ll never understand but I love you anyway
Or maybe that’s the reason I love you
To not be understood is a blessing in disguise
Because nobody knows who you are today

So who are you today?

Always listen but don’t decipher
Pretend that you think you can trust again
What happened once will again occur
Strike first and leave it in dust

So who are you today?

Just give me an electric guitar to thrash upon
It doesn’t even need to be in tune
I just need to lose myself for a while
Trying to find that six string smile

So who are you today?

Dangerous Times

We’re just children living in a bubble of time
Trying to keep our stride on a razor thin line
Without ever losing our minds

We have no history except the past we’ve made
We’ll see no future but from decisions we make
Or maybe the hand of fate

Strange times
Dangerous signs
Entertained and entangled
Enraged and unraveled
Perplexed and bedazzled
Enshrined and untrammeled
Intertwined and dismantled
Strange times
Dangerous minds

Will we never learn from the old errs of our ways?
Forgetting the hard lessons from previous days
Wandering lost in a haze

Choosing to ignore what’s right in front of our eyes
Pretending denial will somehow make us wise
Paving the road to demise


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The Muddy River

When the butterflies flew
I ran in the other direction
Playing it safe
Always playing it safe

Now I stand on the banks of a muddy river
Searching for what I once held so dear
It’s no longer here
To not find it again is my biggest fear

I want to stick my head under
To see if it’s hiding there
But my eyes will not see
Through the muddy water

Sometimes I think of holding my head under
And keeping it there
Just keeping it there
Until brown water fills my lungs
Until I no longer can breathe in the air

When the butterflies flew
I ran in the other direction
Playing it safe
Forever playing it safe

Now I stand on the banks of a muddy river
Watching it calmly flow by
And wondering why


Copyright © 2016 Mr. Flying Pig

Somebody Else

Sometimes I feel sad for no reason at all and I wonder
Is this my pain, or does it belong to somebody else?
I feel it so deeply
But at the same time
I know that it’s not a part of me
Why do I feel their blue?
I wish I knew

Sometimes I feel lonely with friends around and I know
This emptiness is not mine, it belongs to somebody else
I feel it inside me
But at the same time
I know it’s a separate entity
I received it, but from who?
I wish I knew

Sometimes I feel frightened when all is well and think
This is not my fear, I know it resides in somebody else
I feel it all around
But at the same time
I know to another it’s bound
Who does it belong to?
I wish I knew

Sometimes I feel like somebody else…


Copyright © 2015 Mr. Flying Pig