The Beat of Confusion

uhh this goes for Lor

We travel this beat through light
through the wounds and the tops of gutter stars
by the wisdom and the madness of subhumans
within the scars and the howls of the lost generation

We I say, though there is no us, and there is no you or me
the beat emerges through the tear up of the joy
such a damned joy, felt with no eyes, seen by no gods

The beat of the road and its memorys of trust
ripped beast of the sound flying through nations
through hearts, through minds, through spirits
and yes through beats

The beat of tender misery

Let me be the rhytim in your scene
Let me be that damned useless meaningless words in your sky
Let me get in the reality of your mind
Let me be the beat on this bloody stars

I will not destroy no pain
I will not ease any sorrow
I will not stop the destruction
For life is destruction
but I offer you my confusion
so twisted, so horrid, so bleak, so surreal
but I offer you the confusion of my beat
Mon ange Mon libertine