My sunny heart dies

Every now and they my sunny heart dies
Malfunctioning mind means body won't cry
If body won't cry then emotions clog up
Leaving me alone all broken and fucked.
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It's been this way now for twenty odd years
seems like I'm damned to ne'er let out tears
Some may say weakness claim I'm not a man
yet this heart so broken finds sun where it can.
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But sometimes the sunshine is blocked by dark clouds
Clouds in the mind not seen by the crowd
Empathy often seems in short supply
as cries all ring out, "just fuck off and die".
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But still I keep breathing as I'm made of stone
Not unlike this rock that we all call home
This rock is not cruel, yet nor is it kind
each of our rocks just exist in our minds.
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It saddens me so to see this rock shaped-
-for the amusement of devils who'd see us all raped
They care not for creatures, not man nor of beast
They live just to dine at a glutinous feast.
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This feast is exclusive, no space at the table
This isn't a legend or cautionary fable
This is the world we live in today
At least it appears as dark clouds do stay.
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These devils own wealth, but in truth wealth owns them
But wealth is no ally, it can be no man's friend
Still though they seek it, like piranhas seek blood
They send all us plebs to toil in the mud
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As we toil and struggle they'll set us apart
Fill our minds with nonsense to blacken our hearts
Turn brothers on brothers and mothers on sons
A landscape scared with bloodshed and guns.
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What John Lennon said still makes sense to me
"Keep us doped with religion and sex on TV
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn to smile as you kill."
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These devils breed killers like it's no damn thing
We'll always need killers as they seek to be kings
Kings and Queens and conscienceless bankers-
-Can all go to fuck, those black hearted wankers.
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For the game that they gamble with is someone's life
shredded and sliced with sword and with knife
Now bullets and missiles are the swords of today
But the carnage is hell and results stay the same.
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But what do we gamble and what do we gain?
As they harvest the storm, keep us all in the rain
As they make their money from our blood and pain.
Turning brothers on brothers, some things never change.