Agonized terrified horrified. Emotions brutalized. Crucified nailed to the cross. With spikes through my hands. I shall die upon this cross. All by myself.
If ever I would stop thinking about music and politics. I would tell you that sometimes its easier to desire. And pursue the attention and admiration of 100 strangers.
The tower of sense inside you. Ruined by the hands of lies. Your daylight is already dusk. Feel the dead inside alive. Feeding an invincible master. With all you wanted or did.
The first day of school was always the hardest. The first day of school, the hallways the darkest. . Like a gauntlet. The voices haunted. Walking in with his thin skin lowered chin.
Life these days can be so complex. We don't make the time to stop and reflect. I know from first hand experience, one can go delirious. Seriously it can be like that.
Haunted by my conscious. Living my life in hell. Didn't hesitate. When I moved in for the kill. . Screams echoed in the distance. And I cannot ignore.
What will we do to become famous and dandy. Just like Amos and Andy. What will we do to become famous and dandy. Just like Amos and Andy. . It's quite a spectacle to see us land.
If my wrath broke up tombs and swept away thresholds. Pushing broken old values into dark pits. If my hate would blow rotten words to dust. Like a cleansing wind through molding graves.
One Nation under God. has turned into One Nation. under the influence of one drug. . Television, the drug of the nation. Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation.
Twisted thoughts in a shape of death. Blood is staining on my hands. Deranged mind, rotting soul. Homicidal need leads my way. . Warped lust, sickly obsessed.
A long dark tunnel. lies before me. through the pain of afterlife. i reach for the light. . What was shall be again. though in a different form. erased and blank.
Who watches the watchers. hiding behind the light. who'll pay for their crimes. will you die for their lies. the star and the crescent moon. symbol of slavery.
No limit, no number too high. To commit the sickest of crimes. Homicidal enjoyment. Afrenzied lust to kill. Something they never understood. I crave blood.
I got it in the mail one morning. There was no return address. Just my name in gold leaf on the front. There was no time or location. There was really no info at all.
Deathdreams of your future bring my spirit back to life. Once again to make you suffer more than you can take. Keeping you alive without the hope of healing.
I lost my membership card to the human race. So don't forget the face. Because I know that I do belong here. Go down the checklist let's see:. Feelings are good.
Ascending from the grave. Awakened from my sleep. To this world, from this earth. Destined to forever seek. From the fields of an age ever splended. Down to this globular place of dirt.
I lost my membership card. To the human race. So don't forget the face. 'Cause I know that I do belong here. . Go down the checklist let's see. Feelings are good.
Head to toe rayon, don't light a match. We were good and we're starting from scratch. Going to a place that never existed. And probably never will, yeah.
You look at me with eyes filled with pain. And I stare back with a promise of death. I'll rape your sould undeniably. . Join the others in my gallery.