a new lyric: The Natural Order

Thanks to my guitar-god, Izzy, who gave me the not only the beat but a sense of malevolentm barely-caged rage I had to express in this new piece that we'll be laying down this week (I and the 'Gods...). You'll understand when you hear it.

The Natural Order

the natural order is chaos
and all life ends in death
bartering your soul for an illusion of control
to buy one last bastard breath

we have the frequency
but the message isn't penetrating
the clouds and crowds that make us so proud
that drown out the down and out taut tatterwauling

the natural order is chaos
and you will return to the dirt
with a legacy of lies and cinnamon thighs
can you feel can you heal more than you hurt

the natural order is chaos
and the candles are lit to burn down
or the tallow is wasted when the mutton is tasted
and the shadows on the bed are blood never shed

we have the medium
but we are brought low by the heights
that we scaled when passion paled and we failed
can you speak can you seek more than you would hide

the natural order is chaos


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

"In this moment I am myself again, if only for this moment."