Dirt.

I have never felt such frustration
Or lack of self control
I want you to kill me
And dig me under, I wanna live no more

One who doesnt care is one who shouldnt be
Ive tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me
For me

I want to taste dirty, stinging pistol
In my mouth, on my tongue
I want you to scrape me from the walls
And go crazy like youve made me

You, you are so special
You have the talent to
Make me feel like dirt
And you, you use your
Talent to dig me under
And cover me with dirt

Cry Like You Should

Take a breath

Hold it in

Start a fight

You won’t win

Had enough

Let’s begin

Nevermind

I don’t care

All in all

You’re no good

You don’t cry

Like you should

Let it go

If you could

When love dies in the end

So I’ll find what lies beneath

Your sick twisted smile….

We’ll be obeying, obeying

The losers are the winners
The saints are the sinners
The angels in heaven
Keep falling, keep falling

God is no forgiver
He demands and you deliver
The demons in hell
Keep calling, keep calling

through the night shall all wash away
All the horrors of the day
And a little angel on my side
Tries to make it all worthwhile
And with a little beauty in my bed
I still wish that I was dead

No rose without a thorn
Dead before you’re born
A world full of nothing
So keep praying, keep praying

Am I a Slave?

I’m infected by your genetics
I’m infected by your genetics
And I don’t think that I can be fixed
No, I don’t think that I can be fixed
Tell me why, oh why are my genetics such a b*tch?

It’s this blood condition
Damn this blood condition!
Mother can you hear me?
Thanks for the disease!
Now I am sequestered
Part of the collection
That’s what is expected when you are infected

How much of it’s genetics?
How much of it is fate?
How much of it depends on the choices that we make?
He says I have her eyes, did I also inherit his shame?
Is heredity the culprit?
Can I stop it, or am I a slave?

Skeletons Of Society

Minutes seem like days
Since fire ruled the sky
The rich became the beggars
And the fools became the wise
Memories linger in my brain
Of burning from the acid rain
A pain I never have won

Shades of death are all I see
Fragments of what used to be

Useless in hell

Who’ll ride this dying carousel?

Four rusted horses strangled by their own rope

What children love is singing

“we’ll know that their tied hearts sit broke”

That their tied hearts sit broke

Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral

To make sure that I stay dead

Everyone will come, everyone will come to my funeral

To make sure that I stay dead

You can’t take this from me (forbidden in Heaven and useless in Hell)

Chaos

Violent chaos haunting me
Mirror of countless human tragedies
Times of horror, constant lies
Totalitarians autocracy’s demise
Fake peace a necrologue for the elite
Brutality among the weak
While children die for Armageddon victory’s breed
This necrologue for the elite
Like raging beasts among the sheep
While flags are waving everywhere
They scream

Hordes of chaos
Hordes of chaos
Everyone against everyone – chaos
Hordes of chaos
Hordes of chaos
Everyone against everyone – chaos

With nothing more to come

Mudslides and suicides
Earthquakes and gamma rays
Devilish acts of God above
Carried to heaven by a dirty white dove

And in the corner there’s a broken man
His fingers are on the trigger now
And as the smell of dying embers
And rusty strings on his bow

Yeah, we must aim for the stars and we are gonna get up high
We must build another tower and make it though the fires
We must sail the seven seas now the water abound
We shall cease the deceased until the angels come around
With noting more to come…