Skulls and Crosses
I wear skulls and crosses,
death and resurrection,
dark and light,
love and anger,
fuck and fight,
a walking dichotomy,
contradiction, juxtaposition,
black and white.
I’m a punk rock hippie,
a death metal Christian,
a lover with iron fists,
a quiet freak,
a loud introvert,
a cool as a cucumber geek.
I’m a lover and a fighter,
a warrior for what’s right
who can’t get enough of what’s wrong,
but I can tell day from night,
so let’s pull both wings off this bird,
left and right,
liberal and conservative,
and let it burn down
so the Phoenix takes flight.
Burn down big government
and big business,
corporations, dictatorships,
fascist pigs, megalomaniacs,
and give the power back to the people,
burn down socialism, capitalism,
and just leave us all the fuck alone
unless we want to hug or kiss,
have sex or conversations,
because we’re all dying and living,
decaying and growing.
I wear skulls and crosses,
death and resurrection,
dark and light,
black and white,
and I’m not afraid to say it,
shout it out
darkly bright.