Mentally Murdered

Lyrics & music : shane embury

What are your motives for your abuse ?
What can they be ?
Accused of things i've never done,
This seems strange.

Your motivation, for my humiliation.

I'm pressurised,
So many times by your presence.
Your very existence
Has become my obsession.

My infatuation with your damnation.

I experience dangerous thoughts
That are all too real.
How can one man inflict in me
So much hate ?

My obsession with your destruction.

Lyrics : lee dorrian / music : mick harris

Before my eyes i see a wall,
12 000 miles high,
And the same amount wide.

Within that wall are faces of people
To whom i once could relate.

Now communicating seems hard,
When there's an ego barrier to break through.

Opinions of self opinion cloud a new horizon.
The vision a mere illusion.

Biased in conclusion, trapped in seclusion,
To the outside - exclusion.

When an attitude is so biased,
What can you expect to change ?

Banging your head,
But the wall's not moving,
It's enclosing.

Burning so much energy.
Enthusiasm burning.
Is change the ´ real ª obsession ?

Or with a sense of pretention,
Do you merely strive for credible attention ? ? ?

Lyrics : lee dorrian / music : mick harris

So we're still in our teething stages.
As far as politics are concerned,
That's fine coming from someone
To whom sensationalism be their only wisdom in words.

A self-proclaimed spokesman
On something to which prior knowledge excedes,
Championing no more censorship,
Then ridiculing our beliefs.

To appeal to your better nature,
Are we to keep our mouths shut ?

Easy to discard,
Constructive power at your disposal,
When egos and sales outbalance
Opinions on the scale.

Using bands as pawns in your hands,
Building up, knocking down, sensationalise
To suit cheap public demand.

Merging with the gutter press
You claim to detest.

It's opened it's lid,
For you to crawl in and infest.