Paul J Penton – Songwriter

In secreto, playing a game of cat and mouse, mouth permanently filled with a bitter taste of contempt for the ’system’; inform or else . Hands bound in barbed wire , eyes open with  toothpicks. On alert all the time, scanning scanning, ears radar for morsels of information, brain taking in everything, every moment, a little hint, a possibility something to add to the armoury, to report back, to  take another step closer to freedom. Dilemma – how to live with the filthy smell of self contempt, the reminiscence of overflowing week old garbage bins and unclean latrines in your mind, festering sores of guilt just under the skin, pustules of self-hatred. Dressed in a pall of gray the whole time , life drained and empty, a husk an automaton, living for the system. They promise a better tomorrow lays ahead, but they’re wreaths of opportunity, short cuts to desperation and disaster, because if you don’t you know your family may be arrested or shot, so you keep on doing it. Low profile, under the radar, heavyweight listener with your elephant ears flapping hard, trying to stay in flight above the reek of human carnage you have to sift though, the engine of your will fed by a stream of pure fear knowing at any moment you will run out and fall out of the air