Undone

That's really me-1996

My image, your fix

Desire reciprocal

Consumed by your tricks

Gotta find fault

Why it isn’t meant to be

You’re getting a little

Too close to me

Tell me your secrets

Mine don’t come for free

Only find refuge

When you leave me be

Breath in every word

You say page by page

To everyone you know

Day after day

Doesn’t mean admiration

Is coming your way

My actions will never

Match what I say

Crucify you

For the sins I commit

Convincing you and myself

We aren’t a good fit

Aggressively deny you

Of feeling and thoughts

Passively shun you

Feel worthless you ought

Deliver you evil

My last sleight of hand

Bent on destruction

Bed of fire to land

Do away with you

Yet tenaciously follow 

A tribute of hatred

One more lie - swallow

FAILURE (FOR DKO)

Truth be told, no ending has ever been written because my desire is that the person who set this in motion should pen the ending. There is no definitive end for me to write at this time.

When I heard this song, it stuck in my gut for days, not my words but I will borrow them with credit of course. Til that certain person decides to speak their truth.

BREAKING BENJAMIN..FAILURE
Drive the cloud away we will fall from last to none
The dark before the dawn
The war will carry on
Look for the light that leads me home
Tired of feeling lost
Tired of letting go
Tear the whole world down
Tear the whole world down
Tired of wasting breath
Tired of nothing left
Tear The whole world down
Tear the whole world down
We bury the sunlight we bury the sunglight
Failure Failure

BEN BURNLEY nearly drank himself to death and now suffers from a chronic painful illness that doctors have no answers for. After a five year medical break with no solutions to his health condition, he released Dark Before Dawn and has decided to go on with his music and live his life on the road doing what he loves for however long he has. So glad his song spoke to me.

What Lies Behind

All stories I have written
Remain here. It is their home.
Their space.

I pray for a journey to a peaceful place where there is light and freedom from turmoil and pain.
Extinguish memories of a time my every moment was unsafe and the countless times purposely placed in harms way.  

What Do You Mean?

The question I hate the most especially about this project is being in the studio and being asked "what do you mean by machined?" A deadly assault carried out with a keyboard and screen. Terror by technology.

The assault was on me. Written in real time. 

 

It is a based on a true story. At its center is the actions of persons with no regard for others and whose actions endangered the lives of many. It is about the character of the residents of the Albany Park neighborhood in Chicago and the kindness of strangers who I now call friends.A police dept that turned its back on it all. These people are still out there. They will take a life, its just a matter of time and for that reason, Machined returns. To tell the story of their unadulterated inhumanity on the city streets and malicious hackers control the whole scene keyboard warriors masters of the machine



I'm talking automation
Revolution and innovation
Man made pre-determination
Assigned purpose and destination
Limited by what it's been given
It doesnt mingle among the living

Use defined at conception
Altered by man's perception
Evolution in rapid succession
Or prey of misguided deception

Manipulated for gains ill got'
True believers , forget me not
I cannot give freely
I can only be bought
Free market, assembly lot

Madison Avenue can
make me something I'm not
A trendy name-folks like a lot
Techno world, with a CNN spot.

 All eyes will be on thee
Is its fate a Mac or PC?
Which will make the masses
Pick me?

Portable God
Keyboard and screen
Limited dimensionality
But still almighty as far
As they see

Uses beyond wildest dreams
A world to exist without
being seen
Will the truth lie
in what is perceived?
Or has a disguise been made
of the screen.

Are you still asking me
What do I mean?
What happens when purpose
exceeds assigned deeds.

Despite all power
bestowed in code
Gig is doing data in drove
Transport humanity
As far as the screen

It is your job to be
the human being.
Humanity is real even if unseen
Extend imagination
beyond the text on the screen

My purpose cannot create
images and text
read and seen
Its someone real
despite invisibility

To deny that faithful leap
Makes on heartless, cruel
and mean.
Fuck are you a Mac or a PC
It's not a God
It's a machine

It has no life, it does not
breath.
Deny humanity beyond the screen
Thats what I mean
Get it now?
I call that "Machined"