Trash in the pit Thrasher in the toilet Trash in the pit Thrasher in the toilet
One the floor In the dirt Feel the pain Begin to hurt
On the floor Beer and piss Violence smells Just like this
On the floor Grunt and groan Boots don’t hear Agonised moans
Trash in the pit Tread in the shit Violence will spoil it Thrash in the toilet
12th Mar 2025 – Us punks thrashing in the pit was violent but fun and friendly. No one got hurt that much, and there was definitely no malice involved. That seemed to be changing at the bigger venues around this time and inspired this write.
Rising free, phoenix from the ashes The earth suck, wave crashes Scream and shout to let it out The birth fuck, the earth suck Illegitimate child, element of doubt
Momma shatters glass with her ferocious voice Dad went crazy and gave her no choice He flew off the handle and smacked her in the face Then she disappeared, vanished with a trace
She left the kids behind to face the fist Dad had another drink, he was getting pissed Through alcoholic eyes, he saw all his hate This was his last chance before it was too late
He’s hurting his kids Through alcoholic mists Shows them his love With his feet and fists
Kids are so scared to tell the truth They know the problems of their father’s youth Now he takes it out any way he can Cos he can still hear the cries of his friends in Vietnam
He burns his children with no feeling of regret The visions of death in war haven’t left him yet So he turned to drink to try and ease the pain But those memories have never left his brain
He’s hurting his kids Through alcoholic mists Shows them his love With his feet and fists
No one can help him, can see past those eyes He can still hear echoes of dying soldiers cries No one can help the kids, just another child that dies They can still hear Momma’s shattering cries
Now the kids are dead The evil has been rid They locked their daddy up For the evil that he did
Belgarion smother my painted dreams Open door into the patient’s screams Smoke rising from the chimney of your destruction Running riot through the holocaust of corruption Belgarion haunts the putrid air Quietly creaking on the hollow stair Singing sweetly of the life he gives No questions asked, Belgarion lives
18th Sept 2023 – My mum must have had copies of the David Eddings books from the Belgariad series around, though I don’t recall ever reading them. I did read her Thomas Covenant books though. I was quite proud of myself to have read through those as there were six super thick books.
You’ve been one year living your beliefs But now you think that you didn’t achieve So now you are back to eating meat You know that’s easy, what a relief …..for you
So you stuff your face with broken flesh Now you’re a good boy, do as mummy says Ghosts of victims screaming, watching you eat “What about the starving? Don’t they eat meat?”
“Well, it’s a boring diet, just potato and pizza” While a grain of rice is all some get to eat “Bollocks to belief, that won’t help me live I can’t help that much, I’ve got nothing to give”
One by one, the pressure can increase If we stick together and live our beliefs “Well, of course, it’s horrible but I really need meat” But how can you forget those unable to eat
Why should I care? Why should I cry? I don’t want to see a starving child die …..for you
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