Zarathustra: Early Ideas

"Zarathustra"
--The Painted Grin

**These are early ideas for the lyrics of what is planned to be an epic song entitled "Zarathustra"**

Am I leading to the overman?
Are my eyes to the skies and
Is my friend resting on a limb
What's to come or what has been?

No more values can I draw from Him
Only darkness in my shame of sin
Two sides split as we all march on
Drooling nightfall or a stronger dawn.

Winds howling as the figs fall home
Whirling wildly as they wash the ground
Bursting skins and broken jaws
As my eyes turn from God.

Beat down men as they bash their beasts
Break their legs, knock out their teeth
Set fire to shelter, and the picket fence
Losing all reason after years so tense

And nothing comes on silver wings
With a wipeout smile of broken dreams
Legs of filth and hatred move the future on
Set to signature symphonies of the simple ones

No eternal soul made to linger past
As we all fall down for peaceful rest
Can your life be fulfilled with nothing new
Or does the future hide in you?

**more to come**

Prohibition (The Path to Self Destruction)

"Prohibition"
--The Painted Grin

I am a monster living in your grin,
A broken-hearted beast that dwells within.
I am a paranoid crazy man.
I am a demon bathed in blood and sand.
How do you greet me now my sacrificial lamb?

Oh, please let me gnaw it to the bone.
I've never gone hungry since you've been alone.
Your starving eyes lead right to my feast.
These are the days of the beast.

A siren's song. I'm cursed by velvet curves.
An unseen grace too strong to rest in words.
I've only met her once, just for a moment still
She broke my heart and bent my will.
How can a stranger cause such sentimental thrills?

Oh, please let me gnaw it to the bone.
These others here by my liar's chair have made a mighty throne.
Your starving eyes lead right to my feast.
Don't fear the days of the beast.

All I wanted was to tear inside your skull
To rip out all the loves that you have known
To make your heart into a blackened tart
That no queen would taste
To lay your mind and soul to waste

She's not the monster. That girl is just a face.
A fairytale fixation with her grace.
I'll try to starve the beast that's buried in my chest.
It might just take a while as his fate digests.
How can he stay inside if I give it my best?

Oh, please let me gnaw it to the bone.
I've filled your ears and drained your tears as your loneliness has grown.
Your starving eyes lead right to my feast.
Oh no, the final days of the beast.

Woe the final hours of the beast.