I've written about my inner wars,. But I could give a shit about right now,. Most of me is all strength. And all of me is at war with dope. But my eyes are clear in sight.
Serving the faith. Abduction the oath. It lie in wait for the offering. . Religion is old. For drawing the young. Purity withers and dies. Never return to the ones that provided.
We wanta live our life. Forever each day. To burn your candle. At both ends. Mach 10 velocity. Not slowing down at all. Your metal heart. Just never bends.
Babe. I need you again. It's getting late. I'm getting high. Please let me in. Love. I give you all my love. I just need someone to hold on to. Won't you let me in.
A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory of shame birthed it's gift.. . No more. the small one.. the weak one. the frightened one.. Running from beatings, deflating.
A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory. Of shame birthed its gift.. No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one.. Running from beatings, deflating. I'm becoming more.
Modern day plague. Stronger than any and every virus, disease or sickness. . Full eclipse of ideality. Anti-christian, and nocturnally alive (undead).
Modern day plague. Stronger than any and every virus, disease or sickness. . Full eclipse of ideality. Anti-christian, and nocturnally alive (undead).
Now a new look in my eyes my spirit rise. Forget the past. Present tense works and lasts. Got shit on. Pissed on. Spit on. Stepped on. Fucked with. Pointed at by lesser men.
I see you had your mind all made up you group of pitiful liars.. Before I woke to face the day, your master plan transpired.. Something told me, this job had more to meet the eye..
I vent my frustration at you old man. After years your ears will hear. You screamed you tried. It's words of a weakling. And promises made by a liar. (drunken liar).
Whores. Your windows boarded up, your private lives exposed. The talk shows pump it up, lab rats diseased for show. We're doomed to use the slang, outbreak of drug roulette.
Whores. Your windows boarded up, your private lives exposed. The talk shows pump it up, lab rats diseased for show. We're doomed to use the slang, outbreak of drug roulette.
My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose and. old, drop into fruitless dying. It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising. Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing.
Scrape it, grind it, peel it, hide it. The trend is over and gone forever. Shelf it, box it, save it, frame it. You won't need that anymore,. . It's on sale at the dollar store.
I was born into this terror, unsuspecting as I was. Just a lifeward child, not aware of all the misery. No idea of the blame this world already had to shoulder.
[Verse]. Pues ay esta los perdidos. Los hallaron decapitados. Hoy nos falta burros cabrones. Y estoy tomando aplicaciones. . Y si tu creas que tu puedes.
I was born to raise hell. Not in god's favour. I will burn for my sins. . I'm not his son. I'm not his flavour. I guess I'm going to hell. . That's me, designed to piss you off.
Pro-death anti-cop.. Terror on the screen.. Agent orange.. Everything green.. The front page says the news is dead.. The sword removes the American's head..
You make passion seem like your creation. Like a plane. Crash. detonation. I'm going down in an arc of black smoke. Kamikaze. Heart dives forever.