There's No Cure

I'm not as angry as you may perceive,

It's just a way to repel moronic entities.

Although I live inside a rage of fire,

I write satirically to fulfil my just desire.

If my heart's an explosive, then my mind would be the fuse,

Light it up and cover, this may stun or, worse, confuse.

My humour may be dark in an opinionated way,

Suffice, I suffer in my world of honesty.

Exercise my efficiency, 

Incessantly provoking innocent morality.

Selfish hurt and feelings first,

Anyone against me will be buried in the dirt.

My Medusa

I'm gutless, your footprints tattooed in my skin and I'm tired,

It's worthless, stuck in a cell and I can't win, so tired.

And suddenly I've nothing left to sacrifice,

My friends, they tell me it's a sin.

Drag my Medusa from her throne, I'm growing sick of this abuse,

My social life encased in stone, authority not her's to use.

I'm sorry, no buckets left of piss for you to take, I can't lie.

So trust me, there's no unwritten rules that I could break, I wouldn't lie.

Advantage in an open door, now I can leave, attempt to live,

You'd think I'd care a little more, but I can't find a fuck to give.

The Line In the Dirt

Good of our health is now at stake,
This battle's keeping me awake.
It's burning up until the end,
I won't be fooled, I won't be led.

I won't entertain your right to disguise,
The blood on your hands, the shoe-sole imprint in the sand.
Mistaking disdain for splitting my sides,
The line in the dirt has now been replaced with the hurt.

The hurt.

The protest falls upon deaf ears,
Won't digest the up and coming tears.
Angelic, thinking of your pride,
Imperfect, we all know how to lie.

[Marc x]

A Non-lyrical Note Regarding the Ideology of My Writing

I thought I should address something which is important to me in terms of how my lyrics are represented and taken.

As I decided to start this blog (apologies for the long delay since the last post, been rather busy) the idea was to simply post each piece individually on their own. Apart from the little 'signature' at the bottom, there would be no other text other than the lyrics themselves. There came a point where I began to second-guess that plan in fear of people 'not getting it' and thinking that I just sat down with a dictionary and randomly slapped together words I thought sounded cool. So, I took it upon myself to type up paragraphs stating exactly what the songs are about at the top of each entry. That was a stupid decision. Now, I'll explain the ideology behind my words and how I'd like them to be viewed for anyone interested.

Everything I write is derived from a certain subject matter. They are creative and artistic representations of personal thoughts, feelings and experiences. The real specifics are worthless to anyone but myself. It is from this that I decided to remove the descriptions of what each piece means and allow the reader/listener to draw their own conclusions and relate the words to their own thoughts, feelings and experiences.

In short, my lyrics mean something in particular to me, but they can mean anything, no matter how different, to you.

Thanks.

[Marc x]

Filter

Tell us how you plan to kill free speech,
It's hard enough to tell what's right and wrong.
Make sure you can practice what you preach,
Perhaps you'd like to prove it to us all.

Your thoughts are yours, my views are mine,
What do we become if they are filtered from our minds?
If honesty became a crime,
What would we achieve if we were lying all the time?

We all know you hate controversy,
But killing it would be unnecessary.
Talking down the vast majority,
Though everything you say fights through your teeth.

[Marc x]

Uneasy Lies the Head

I've gotta tell before I snap,
Don't give yourself a heart-attack,
I'm growing tired of this crap.
These shooting pains are what's in store,
Can't let them win, I beg for more,
My brain is aching to the core.

By misery, I die,
My heart is suicide,
Uneasy lies the head, I should have said.
On drugs, my engine runs,
Just pass over the gun,
Uneasy lies the head.

My mind is looking for a fight,
But there is no one else in sight,
Looks like I'll have to set this right.
Blood pours, I shiver in the cold,
All my temptations got me bored,
The Devil said my soul was sold.

[Marc x]

Nightmare Therapy

Brainwashed in feeble ways,
Poison integrity with resistance, for all it's worth.
My vision turns to shame,
My mind will never let me forget this, my feelings hurt.

The doctor said that I'm wasting away,
Chained to my bed, no hope for recovery.
Kill me,
Kill me, my mind's in disarray,
Rid me,
Rid me of this prosperity.

All sense has gone, dressed in thick mahogany,
Spoon-fed too long, mental sanctuaries.
Insulting thoughts burn intelligence in flames,
Everything's wrong, it's such a tragedy.

The future's in the past, I will return and kill this trend,
Answer a call to arms, trust my beliefs and let this end,
Let it end!

[Marc x]

Out With the Lights

If you can hear, if you can clench your fist,
Don't let this be your only dying wish.
Our fucked up lies are helpful to our minds,
Though we still hear your silent cries.

No one will say goodbye until they're turning out the lights,
In our hearts we'll suffer to believe.
I'll watch and I'll admire as you hold your head up high,
Even in despair you dare to breathe.

Wish upon a star, I'll pray to who is listening,
I promise you'll be safe and I will swear I'm always waiting.
Sedating this reality, so you can barely see,
The silhouette in front of you is me.

Time and again the memories overflow,
I wish this world would swallow me up whole.
Is this the end? I never watched you go,
Out in the cold, I walk this lonely road,
Though I'm not alone,
I still have your soul.

[Marc x]

28

Butterflies in my stomach and it's churning, I'm on my own with the dead,
It doesn't matter if I'm failing to breathe, this is a means to an end.
My heart is pounding and it's bursting through my rib cage, I'm running out of my mind,
It makes no difference if I'm dead or alive, it's all a matter of time.

I'll run like hell, ignoring all the blood stains on my skin,
And time will tell, if I'm meant to survive or just give in.
I'll run like hell, ignoring all the teeth marks on my chest,
And time will tell if I'm one of them.

They send a shiver down my spine like a postcard, deliver warning like bills,
Though they try to mutilate me, I kill the pain with these pills.

You are the antidote, please say this isn't so,
You are the antidote.
I'm not the antidote, oh no, it isn't so,
You are the antidote.

[Marc x]

Swear to Hell

These passing days, patiently biding my time,
The wasted nights, pleasing your troublesome mind.
Piece by piece, picking my insides apart,
Now release, the dark, shallow depths of my heart.

I swear to hell and back again, you will detest my sins,
When duty calls on my black heart, I'll crawl underneath your skin.
I'm sickened by your perfect smile, my blood, it boils in denial,
This corrupt mind will tear you apart, I swear to hell.

It pains me every day to stretch the truth and sell my soul,
I fill my glass with honesty and drink it while it's cold.
It satisfies and comforts me to say what you don't wanna hear,
No suffering, I beg you, please, just shut up and open your ears.

Swear to hell and back again, despair, I swear,
Swear to hell and back again, despair, I swear...

[Marc x]

A Letter to Myself

If I could be the voice in your head,
I'd have you overcome, my dear.
So far, so uninterested,
It's not enough that I'm still here.

When I feel insecure, I write letters to myself,
Pretend that you wrote every line.
This time I write my last, lay you to bed, so still,
'Sweet dreams' is a muttered 'goodbye'.

Pictures, you paint a certain future,
In which, I don't seem to appear.
For worth, they emphasize my failure,
And so, my own remains unclear.

[Marc x]

Divided Kingdom

We're not the tortured, we are the broken-hearted.
We're not the nameless, we are the bold imprinted.
We're not the murdered, we are the noise and laughter.
We're not the useless, we are the dirty workers.

We are the new age, we are the modern,
We are the old-school, we are the stubborn.
We are the heroes, we are the knighted,
We are the kingdom, we are divided.

This is a broadcast, this is a crisis,
This is a statement, this is our purpose.
This is our last fight, our big performance,
This is our kingdom, it fucking failed us.

We are the kingdom, we are the coincided.
We are the kingdom, we are the great divided,
The Divided Kingdom.

[Marc x]

If I can be serious for this blog...

Hi, there.

For those unaware, and/or at all interested, my name is Marc Holden. I am the creator and writer of a blog site entitled 'Read This At Your Own Risk!' as well as a couple of others which are not really worth the mention. Above all, however, I am the singer and guitar player for a very little known rock band from Dundee, UK, called PanicByFlare.

I wanted to create a site where I could share my lyrics/poetry, whatever you want to call them, to more people because, while I showcase them when playing with my band, they largely go unnoticed by listeners and some verses don't even see the light of day. I could have posted them on my other blogs, but I feel they should have a place of their own away from the sarcasm and humor. I'd like for them to be taken more seriously than my other shit, if in any way possible.

Some of the material will be good, some will be okay, and the rest will likely be fucking garbage. I guess it goes without saying, I am no poet. I write what I feel with no other intent than to channel my thoughts into something creative...

... I never said I was great at it, though.

Check out my band!
Facebook: www.facebook.com/PanicByFlare
Twitter: twitter.com/panicbyflare

[Marc x]