Cradle to Grave

Projectile

Cradle to Grave


I want to kill the prologue 
I want to kill the first glance 
I want to kill the bright gleam 
I want to kill disasters of conception 

I want to kill one Mother 
I want to kill one Father 
I want to kill childhood 
I want to kill families of memory 

I want to kill 'forever' 
I want to kill my shadow 
I want to kill my next life 
I want to kill the smiles of tomorrow 

Will I gain strength… 
Will I see clear… 
Will I rise beyond life… 
Will I save myself… 
Will I stray from 'just an accident' to 'a mistake'… 
Will I trade blood for the forgotten meaning of my name… 
Will I torture heavens that claim to lead the way… 
Will I believe that the past has cradled lies 
And all the futures offer truths and calm refuge 
Too manufactured to believe… 

When this projectile begins flight?