Ultra-Guy

By Matthew Aaron Mossotti

When you’re broken-hearted, trashed, and torn apart from between in the darkness where your burdens start to harden into stone, you only cry out, “Oh, woe is me,” and you are walking doubt; you fiend…

Whoa, oh, oh, Ultra-Guy!

Yeah you fly so high to fall so far to live a lie…

Whoa, oh, oh, Ultra-Guy!

So you save the day, but you can’t save yourself!!!

Alone and at last, you make ways with your vice, so you pretend you’ve found perfect paradise and you’ll figure out the rest in time inside your cell. May you rest in peace; you dream…

Whoa, oh, oh, Ultra-Guy!

Yeah you fly so high to fall so far to live a lie…

Whoa, oh, oh, Ultra-Guy!

So you save the day, but you can’t save yourself!!!

The truth is; you’re lost and found; you’re lost and found… Yeah you are lost and found…

Love Resistance

By Matthew Aaron Mossotti

Your Thought Police are working around the clock that’s spinning backwards through time, ticking off countdown to roll over New World Disorder – Amen…

Ah-Ha! I Love… Ah-Ha! I Love…

Ah-Ha! I Love… Ah-Ha! I Love…

You look and listen in on our world without waking us up to you spying with telescreens, two-way devices; you control the whole of Party language – Amen…

Ah-Ha! I Love… Ah-Ha! I Love…

Ah-Ha! I Love… Ah-Ha! I Love…

(Newspeak): Doubleplusgood, thinkbellyfeelme, crimestopendtime, ungoodupyours…

DO YOU HEAR ME?!!!

Ah-Ha! I Love!!! Ah-Ha! I Love!!!

Ah-Ha! I Love!!! Ah-Ha! I Love!!!

SOMETIMES

By Matthew Aaron Mossotti

“If I walked blind or my foot has hurried after lies, let God weigh me in honest scales and he will know that I am (blameless)” – Sorry

I don’t know why heart breaks before it builds in love.

I don’t know why soul screams before it cries and sings.

“I’m unworthy. How can I reply to You? I put my hand over my mouth. I spoke once, but I have no answers”

I don’t know why heart breaks before it builds in love.

I don’t know why soul screams before it cries and sings.

Sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it stings.

Sometimes, it aches. Sometimes, it mourns.

I don’t know why heart breaks before it builds in love.

I don’t know why soul screams before it cries and sings.

I don’t know, but I groan.

I don’t know, but I’ve grown.

MOLTEN MAN

By Matthew Aaron Mossotti

I was blinded by my blood boiling over onto my heart-eyes. I dove down under earth and sky. Pressure burst me into fire…

I AM MOLTEN MAN

I AM MOLTEN MAN

Singed the halo off my head. Aphrodite liked me burning beds. Subterfuges building steam made volcanic Living Water of me…

I AM MOLTEN MAN

I AM MOLTEN MAN

ALL THINGS FOR GOOD IN HIM WHO MADE ME

I AM MOLTEN MAN

I AM MOLTEN MAN