I Don't Mind Dyin'

Even the dead have things they long to say.

Amidst The Dead, Life Tantalizes.mp3

She said,
I just want to get away,

I just want to get away,

to get away,

to get away,

She said,
I just want to get away,

I just want to get away,

to get away,

to get away,

i don't want to think too much,
i just want to hide in this song,

for a while,

Make me smile!

She said,
I just want to get away,

I just want to get away,

to get away,

to get away,

She said,
I just want to get away,

I just want to get away,

to get away,

to get away,

i don't want to think too much,
i just want to hide in this song,

for a while,

Make me smile!


She said,
I just want to get away,

I just want to get away,

to get away,

to get away,

She said,
I just want to get away,

I just want to get away,

to get away,

to get away,

i don't want to think too much,
i just want to hide in this song,


for a while,

Make me smile!

PB2025

She said

cough got teeth chewin’ on my bones
grief’s a feedback loop of dial tone moans
can’t sleep just watch the ceiling spin
clock pounds hard when the dark takes in
your picture’s pinned where the light won’t land
cracked frame grins like it planned the stand
sweat won’t rinse pills freeze the scene
still waitin’ on a crash that won’t come clean

you left and the silence turned mean
no wind just the breath of the scream

call it chance call it bleed
i just echo through what you don’t read
no fix no reprieve
just a voice where the ghosts still breathe
she was here then she split
but her echo’s etched in every bit
i don’t climb i don’t hide
i just sing what’s left when the burn won’t die

woke up slow in a shirt still damp
blinds half shut walls closin’ like clamps
walked past faces without a name
each one lookin’ through me all the same
your laugh still loops in the kitchen fan
half heard hum in a rust warped pan
heat don’t rise the stove won’t light
but the mark you left still cooks just right

some things rot but they won’t die
some goodbyes just multiply

call it dust call it creed
i just echo through what i can’t feed
no fix no retreat
just a hum in the hollow beat
she was gone still she stayed
like a rhythm you can’t unplay
i don’t fight i don’t lie
i just sing what’s left when the ache won’t die

don’t know how far the drop goes down
but my feet went quiet once i left the ground
your name don’t ring but it still replies
like a dream with its jaw too wide

call it break call it bleed
still i echo through what you don’t read
no fix no reprieve
just a voice in the fallout weave
she was tide she was drive
now i sing what’s left when the ache survives

still falling
still falling
edge of the echo still calling
still crawling
still crawling
no lift no light still stalling
still haunted
still hunted
grief don’t fade it just keeps taunting

Edge of the Echo

If you want to check out the Lyric video go to Youtube look up Cyberneonic Prince Of Darkness.

Prince Of Darkness (Ozzy Osbourne Tribute)

80’s/90’s angst still alive in 2025. Unfortunately, so is pain and suffering.

when-will-it-end

"The Last Men (A Requiem for Dawn)"
(A Philosophical Rock Anthem)

[Verse 1]
The gods are dead – we lit the pyre,
Yet still we kneel to sword and fire.
They call it "order", call it "law",
But chains are chains, no matter how they saw.

[Verse 2]
The weak man’s strength is violence wielded,
A hollow crown, a shield gelded.
Difference frightens lesser kings –
Monuments built on rusted strings.

[Pre-Chorus]
Can you hear it?
The drum of ages, cracked and fading –
Do you see it?
The same blood in different shading…

[Chorus]
Beware the Last Men! (Their hands are trembling)
They sell you chaos! (While preaching order)
Their paradise is a funeral pyre –
Step into the light… or burn with them!

[Verse 3]
No Zarathustra in these wastes,
Just hungry wolves and mirrored hates.
"Us or them" – the oldest lie,
A planet screaming "Unify!"

[Bridge] (Screamed over dissonant guitars)
Are we still just
Animals with funeral suits?!
Or will we finally
TRANSCEND THE GUN?!

[Chorus] (x2, louder)
Beware the Last Men! (Their hands are trembling)
They sell you chaos! (While preaching order)
Their paradise is a funeral pyre –
Step into the light… or burn with them!

[Outro] (Spoken over fading feedback)
"Nietzsche asked if man could surpass himself…
Tonight, the stars are watching.
And they’re still waiting."

Psalms 18, Part 1

Jupiter Morrow