Out of Fashion

I see them swept in one direction 
I hear them banging on their drums 
They say, “We’re  gonna make it!
We’ve got the thunder in our blood!”

I see them pushed in all directions
I hear them coming for the heart 
All day and night—they’re spoiling for a fight 
No peace—no compromise 

I won’t do a thing about it 
Don’t buy their every promise 
I don’t pretend to know the way 
I don’t proclaim to be a saint 

I flow in no direction 
I lean in no direction—in this fight 

Don’t care what your father says
He’s trading facts for fairytales
I don’t care for the latest name
They crown a new one just the same

Lies…
They take you high
They take you low 
They take you whole 

All day and night—they rally for a fight 
No hope—no peace of mind 

I won’t do a thing about it
Won’t bow to any prophet
I don’t pretend to know the way 
Still better lost than led astray 

Why make a stink about it?
Why stomp your feet and shout it?
Who’s feeding all this poison?
The code—the feed—the boredom?

Don’t care what the loudmouths say
They bang the drums for judgment days
I don’t care for weekend saints
They cry for peace, then fan the flames

I flow in no direction 
I lean in no direction
I flow in no direction—in this fight! 
MG

No Direction

When their power starts to bruise
It’s time to start playing loose
When the house controls the rules
The game is rigged, so what’s the use?

Villains

Divine Creation

Saturday morning..I wake up alone..Uncontrollable longing..,reach for the phone... Was the last thing you said..Don't want to see you again? It's all remember.. It's all now I'm trying to forget...

Saturday Morning

Love Wasted

Cause and reaction 
Instant attraction 
I know I found my world in you 
Love-struck on 6th Avenue

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