The Marshall Arts

The Game

"Good evening sports fans and welcome to what should. prove to be the best game of the year.. Hello everyone, I'm johnny bigmouth, welcoming you to. the final game of the world championship..

The End

Mike Campagnolo and M-Bro. City lights are dimming. Kings and Queens alive. Flames of red are burning. As they diminish time. Eyes of greed are rising.

Tear Me To Pieces

Give me the claw that rips at my side. Screaming with pleasure, spikes poking my eyes. Hustlers and losers scrapping in vain. Drinking the blood that's drawn from my brain.

Taste The Floor

All the pool hall, hustling dough. I'll beat the panzies and then I'll go. out to the bar, to pick a fight. main some redneck then hit the night. why am I always in a mood like this.

Take This Torch

Searching in the darkness, searching for the light. Looking to the darkness, putting up a fight. Iron chains surround you, you try to make a run. Someone near has found you, and now you see the sun.

Twelve Feet Tall

Avoiding the bypass, feeling at least. Silence, overrated. Our time, we made it. . Missing hours alone. Lack of inspiration. No time left for consideration.

Tonight

There is somebody I meet when I'm drunk. Someone looking better than me. She don't sweat like little pink pigs. Don't smell like the sweat on my cheeks.

To The Lighthouse

You have become my ethereal darkness. My black highway and my heart split down the middle. Why do we keep doing this to ourselves?. This never bliss, only sounds of hells bells.

This Is Not An Exit

Emptiness hold my hand and join me here tonight. Let me be your friend. Let's look at girls in fights. Let's get drunk. we've got nothing to lose tonight.

The Devil

In the light of my darkness. . I took the devil off my train. He laughed and got back in the game. He started messing with my head. And threw a pretty girl out of my bed.

The Comfort In Leaving

Fight me. Just fucking fight me. I'll sacrifice it all so you can be set free. Scream for me, you're just a concept baby. Devastating lies; you're not being honest with me.

The Bash

Get Fighted or get in a fight with them like a true thunder son.. You've got style and hope and that fucking scares them all.. . Copenhagen death threat, Mr. Reaper is on the rise..

Trail Of Blood

You're a sinner with blood hands,hear the chanting of hell in your life. You're a sadist with no luck,you're stalking her every night. Something happens in your head,anger and hate start to run trough your veins.

The Seeker

I'm inside you. I'm within your mind. all around you no peace. . I feel him getting closer. nothing to do but wait. just a helpless spectator. as his personality changes.

The Moment She Died

Far away from sanity. your screaming gives me pleasure. the only reason I let you live.... is that I want to feel your fright. . I fear for my life. I sensed it tolate.

The Final Thrill

Tied up in a rope of hate. Inside a world of no retreat. She begs the one to let her go. But it's too late. Clouds are passing right outside. As if today were still alive.

The Claustraphobic Journey

Drowning in my emptiness. Love is no subject if my hate isn't there. Strangled by the curse of loneliness. pleasure's no subject if pain is not there.

Try Again

When everyday life starts to get you down. And your problems seem to many. When your job is shit and the rent is sue. And you're down to your last penny.

Trip

I, I rom through everywhere. I, I've quitted stop taking care. Cause I, I've used up all my strenght. From life I'm gone into this dawn. Trying just to keep on hanging on.