C r u c i f i x i o n O f f i c i a l S i t e

What's up fucking deathbangers & speedmongers! My name is Dan Martinez,
bassist and vocalist of Crucifixion. I'm a musician but most of all I'm a lyricist,
so we've set up this section so I can put up my personal views, ideas, lyrics,
dark poetry, and/or just bullshit. This section will be updated from time to
time, so send us an email, let us know what you think, ask questions if you'd
like, and feel free to submit writings & such.

"Life and death both equally painful none is better than the other.
In a half starved and half eaten world good and evil rise from unseen
places shattering what is left of our sincere hopes. Without good there
is no evil, without evil good can not suffice and in fact, they can not live
alone. Right is wrong and wrong is right, truth is lie and lies all truth first
came death then came birth. Demons and angels all brothers and sisters
one dies all dies, one lives then both live yet they fight in eternal anguish
for control over the human world awaiting the predicted revelation. They
have to believe that if one is destroyed then both will cease to exist. We
live in constant fear of the end afraid to cross too far scared of what's beyond,
but what we don't know is what we do not understand and what we fail
to realize is that this is our only escape from this twisted crucifixion."

"Pain is all that we feel, suffering as our days drag on. We never
stop to think how strange, selfish, and self righteous people really are.
They try to make us think and preach to us, try to implant a vision of glory
and then they paint a sickening hell. Who's to say what lies beyond
after we get taken or just pass away, I'm not afraid. If peace
and glory await then I'll welcome it. But, if my path is chosen
otherwise, either by my own hand or by fate, then let it storm.
For I've already lived in hell, been consumed by the flames
of everyday life, and that hell I know so well is here on earth.
There's lots of hate, no one is immune, and this world we
know is becoming undone. I often sit and wonder if one
road outweighs the other, which path is less taken."

An Acid Induced Dream

As the funeral solemly passed through the dirt road sparks from the train lit up the dry grass and some dirty bitch in a skirt played a sad song on a wooded guitar. A room of rain for some to wash and doctors run experiments with lights as the day drags by my son arrives distraught and unaware that someone stole his father's AK. Believe me when I explain that an ocean of madness exists inside my home. Cows are born naked so it is up to us to clothe them, roll them down the hill and weave thier coats find the males and install thier fucking horns.

Dan Martinez
copyright 1999