FAULTLINE #1
Consumed by this plaque
Mankind withers and decays
Sold as a product to the masses to entertain
Breed not think but to obey
I don’t listen and only speak nonsense
Hollow words and empty promises
Cover you face with a veil of lies
A mask for every season encouraging insecurity
FAULTLINE #2
What I say, write, and do is not original
Theses are not my real thoughts, their just programmed
Nothing is new or fresh
It just a different take or spin on a particular idea
Somebody else at one time or another said, wrote or did it
Does that make you feel good to know what you did is not your own
Are you really an individual
Or are you just like everyone else trying to do their own thing
Yes, you are
Your just like everyone else
There are no black sheep
It’s just in your head
FAULTLINE #3
bumps in the road will make you stumble
with enough time the paper will crumble
i'm sorry to burst your bubble
time stands still i feel jaded
take a pill with glass only half empty
my mind slips down a spiral of disappointments
nothing seems to satisfy this need to downplay everything
raw and untouched by dirty hands
soon this man's life will be underminded
is it wrong to produce nothing
FAULTLINE #4
torment and agony are my true adictions
only through pain do i feel this release
others fight it putting themselves into a false sense of security
man finds ways of exscaping this unpleasantness
instead being trapped in a web of frabercations made to protect you from what really out there
you see brightly colored clouds put there by your parents to make you feel good about yourself when in reality there's nothing shit in it's place
the fiber of my mind eyes see the truth and world crumbles to dust at my feet
this place is a lie and soon it will be exsposed
all theses primatives are set ablaze
gives me pleasure causing them pain
someday i might get my way
but maybe in the end i may be the one who will pay
till then i will live with this jaded view
contuning to lose hope in humanity
stuck in this cycle of abuse
created by my mind to deal with this insanity
FAULTLINE #5
a few good thoughts
the rest is a whole lot of bullshit
i'm holding back too much
you have pushed me too far
i'm about to fuckin' exsplode
i really tried to listen to you the best i could at the time
now all i hear is fuckin' bullshit again
your mouth is moving but nothing coming out
nothing useful that is
you lie so much that you fool yourself into believing that your telling the truth
you don't know what the truth is
sometimes i don't know what it is either with all this bullshit floating over our heads
your mind goes along like trends casted out with the fuckin' wind
so i'm back in the void again
all i see is a darker shade of gray
it's becoming harder to get through the day
FAULTLINE #6
this is intense rage formed into a ball of red clay
prolonged pain witnessed through out the day
this is the cruelist part of humanities play
the whipping boy of soities rage
digging a hole for one's self is easier theses day
television and radio pave the way and contribute to their change
did you think we feel better when we're protrayed in such veil way
human animals become slaves
something to think about at the closing of another bad day
FAULTLINE #7
trail and error lie between listening and not caring
please shut down my mind so i can rest for a bit
sometimes there's too much to process
outside this choas trying not to reconnect with reason
trying not to feel this pain and focus on my problems
exhale the smoke from my lungs and relax for awhile
the rain outside lightly hits the roof
why not engross yourself within total darkness
separte yourself from excessive worrying
just for a fews minute try not to wonder
a moment in time that doesn't matter
FAULTLINE #8
touched by the angel of death
my mind is such a god awful mess
remove this taste from my mouth
it sure was bitter
my thoughts play games on me
you were not invitied to partisapate in them
leave my buttons alone
their not your to press
this pain is the color red
a combnation of anger and hate
FAULTLINE #9
i will call out to the external darkness
this sky will become my night's eye
all this pain will shatter the mirror
the true reflection of my torment
all these people i believe in at one time seem to betray me and spread lies
after awhile i become like them and believe my lies
lies become earier with this adoundence of time
all the hurt is buried under the stretched fabbret
wishing for a little piece of precious mind
faith is drowned in a pool of inicient blood
tearing down families slowly
crumbling within exsposing this internal darkness
FAULTLINE #10
two lovers fight over nothing wasting time
two silver spoons colide and cause a beautiful spark
reasons to believe in nothing but just theses sendson beings
say nothing trying to keep the peace
does it matter or am I kidding myself
birds sing their songs of the earth
their home destoryed by man
their chirps never understood because has ignored their past
like the sound of wind calling out
it's beyond me right now
this progression of mankind has come to a halt
maybe we will never learn and remain in the dark
FAULTLINE Final
I wonder to myself deep within searching
this imbalance has become troubling
seeing past this sheet of fakeness pondering
hold on to a piece of pure ecstasy
it only lasts for a short moment before it fades into nothing
cotton candy reality melts away on my tongue
so sweet is life becomes bitter with time
listening faintly for the weeping through the children’s laughter
lusting for sadness in an animal’s frighten eyes
wanting to see a blackened sky
fiery stilawetes dance in my mind
causing me to laugh and begin to cry
moods change so fast all I can see is many spirals
can I preach to a dying world?
many moons past and I begin to see why
FAULTLINE poems written by Mike Davey
Copyrighted: Mike Davey 2002-2004 All Rights Reserved