Behind Enemy Lines

I fight with myself, rambling on and on about nothing
and everything
and all at once
I conquer and defeat

flaming arrows dance through me
peircing skin and touching fate
running circles around myself
I flee for salvation

deliverance of those that I cannot touch
and the many who have been lost
send me there names and I will plant
tombstones that will glorify them
they'll stare at me with their deadened palms
raised and stone fingers waving, screaming
"NO! Don't do that! Leave us alone!"

I cannot tell youw hat i feel anymore
I have been cold for so long
without feeling or remorse
because everyone makes me angry
their lies
their cries
their endless lifeless bodies
corroding and decaying
while they dance
They do not know

Development of a being which can live among us
and not be ridiculed in this
BLONDE HAIR, BLUE EYED world
of all Hitlers is impossible
and I can't live here anymore
I can't stand here and watch this continue
I have become prisoner of everything
enclosed within these bars of skin
I scream and scrape at nothing
and I become tired

there are no keys to my mind
and no one can let me out
not me, nor I, nor myself
We who are now three different slaves
that all want freedom
I fight with myself!

clean me, clean you
free of indifference
clogged with persuaion and I will never know
(Loneliness is a long, drawn out word with no end)
Loneliness....ss...ss....slave!
keep me no longer for i am constantly
breathing outside air and
the guns are firing
the cannons blasting dark angry balls
of rage and humiliation stating
"here I am and you cannot touch me!"
Blast me!
I have done it again
at war wiht myself
fighting fire with fire and getting nowhere
fist after fist, stone after stone, level 1, level 2, slower and slower
I climb these slopes
facing avalanches and landslides
snow and rocks, light and air blinding and blowing fierce
preventing me from achieving my position
from where I will end it all with one big blast!

army against army
black versus white
flags raised in the heat of battle
and battle cries blaring thorugh the hills
and valleys where the innocent neutrals
will become casualties of war
raiding armies of brain cells walk with
fists and guns raised high
over dry soil and seas of blood
torpedoes from my sub-[conscience]-marines
blow the enemy far from here
stranding them on an island of rubble

great wars of Vietnam and WWI and II, 1812 and
The American Revolution cannot compare with me
millions will be shot inthe fury of
gunfire and bombshells
brought to their knees begging, pleading for mearcy
where there is none to spare
"Spare no one" I say coldly
and wiht pistol in hand
and bayonette strapped to my back
I head to battle
I will become a P.O.W. inside myeslf
where I will be the ultimate victor
I will become enslaved within myself
and in the end
when the great war is won,
I will be left standing

and as I watch the millions crawling to their knees aroud me
lowering their eyes and bowing their heads
I will raise my hand in victory!