Crank It Up

There’s a reason in the rhyme
And a crime in mind
And the shadows push your
Fear into overtime
Are you picking up the signs
In between the lines
There’s a rumour in the air
And you’d swear there’s nothing there
You’re the locked on target in his sights
Criminal, you hear the words
But you’re never listening
Cynical, somewhere your dreams are missing
Deniable, touchdown for a new direction
Save your denial and hold on to the world.
There’s death in the silence
And hope in the violence
Somewhere in the metal
Crank it Up
Take poison in the silence
Subliminal Stimulae
Mentally original
Consciously responsive
To a distant sound
Your threshold of sensation somewhere out of bounds
Where dead men are walking
A saviour is talking
Down deep in the metal
Crank it Up