A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk.. Conniving opportunist. Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of justice.. A violent panacea for what ails the nation.
All of this comes crashing down. Cornerstone's gone. Sleepless. Hopeless. No end in sight. . Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe. Rest comes easy to the guiltless.
The human condition is inherit claustrophobia.. Compression of my space made complete.. I would rip out my own entrails by hand just to be alone.. Inanity rolls total through this sphere..
Seize a darkened day,. There's only hell to pay,. And no one left to see this prodigal return.. Sweet apathy's my toll.. You'll mourn the traded soul..
She's a slack one, born of greed. Speaking endless words, long and empty. A beggar who still wants to choose. A dethroned queen still demands her due.
A shallow little jackal of a man posing as a hawk.. Conniving opportunist. Lease the blade the gun the bomb in the name of justice.. A violent panacea for what ails the nation.
Watch the broken common man. Drown his sorrows at unhappy hour. Dirty and sweaty with just enough to get by. . Calluses on his hands, calluses on his soul.
To you a beast you think you comprehend. Not necessarily made all evil. In the reflective pool of your eyes. I see fear and intrigue co-mingle. . You hesitate to deem me all bad.
PUNK IS FUCKING DEAD!. and its been killed by spiky haired kids that are being filled. with the idea that the world is beautiful and free. but they've been raised by ideologies.
Place your justice in my palm and then I'll make fist. Punch your grimaced face until every last knuckle breaks. And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting.
Enemies of the Khanate strung on hooks like pigs to slaughter.. Heads will roll.. Heads will roll, throats will be slit and blood will flow like springs of water..
Thus now he knelt before the ruins,. Cold of sweat, heat of flame. To vow the severed heads. Of those who brought the village, the village to its shame..
We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers. As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer. The steel never seemed more cold and agile than now.
We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers. As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer. The steel never seemed more cold and agile than now.
Well, we're one in the same. Let the argument go-. From the kisses, the licks, and the words you said. . So I dropped some clothes off at your door,. The time you had to kill was already dead.
Shadows swallow the neon sun. In dark waves of cosmic night. Damnation of the crystal realm. Operation: Kill the light. . Don't breathe a word. Don't you dare.