Break Point from R3Vol8on by SnakeAppleTree

“Surely this has to be the breaking point”
Has faded to grey
“Surely this is the tipping point”
They always say
Every time
It won’t be the last
Nothing gets done
A loner does a dick move in retaliation
Spock made a garage bomb
Got busted
Meanwhile another slasher killer
Not originally from around here
Another six rapes
Government states
The problem is the opposition
The only ones asking
Why nothing gets done
Government whitewashing
The people are done
In times of chaos
People look for a leader
Media prevents us with dodgy dicks
The sheep suck their egos
Think how they’re told to think
And nothing gets done
The whole circus carries right on
A very modern British way
Now that Britain has gone
And it all carries on
We all know what needs to happen
The obvious solution
They don’t have the gumption
Entrenched in stigma
Fear of being branded
Less morally superior
Than the scum who want stability
Addicted to victimhood
We cannot have the Victimhood ever end
By standing up against it
They don’t know what to do
But hate the solution
It’s a farce by now
More lives lost to violence
We aren’t begging for martial law
The way they goes we would
We aren’t retaliating
The way we hoped they would
They’re irrelevant
Despite their arrogance
As it all falls apart
It all falls into place
The bullet which kills you
Is the one you don’t see coming
And it’s coming
It’s coming harder than expected
Than any place you want to go to
On the other side of it
Is where you want to be
You can’t get there without moving through the impossible passage
You can’t stay still
Not if you want to stay alive
There are no choices
Only the illusion of it
You saw through the dream
Processing it in downtime
The way we have to
With gratitude and letting go
Making space
For what we have to be
Adapting to the times we live in
These honourable men
Not misguided
Psyching up for maturity
Before embracing obscurity
No impact makes a difference
Until it’s one you never come back from
Choices
To walk Gods path
Or avoidance
Perpetual divergence
No choice at all
No choice
But to write psycho gun lyrics
Painting bullets
Posting ballots
Psychiatric
Until you know the key
It all clicks into place
Lock step and borrowed
A night to remember
Reason and time twisted plot

• Alternative
• Goth
• Gothpunk
• Tribal
• Witch
• folk rock
• United Kingdom