Untitled (In Progress)
Date: May 23rd, 2006 9:54:04 pm - Subscribe
Mood: blind
Sing a song of two souls,
Their fate is intertwined.
A simple, feeble, humble one,
Is the string that keeps them tied.
Angels on earth, traps in their own sin,
Warping and twisting from all that lies within.
Deprivation of life, deprivation of light.
Everything will end on that dark, stormy night.
Six set paces, two armed men dance,
Each one ready to take the other's lost chance,
They spin their barrels, cock their guns,
But in the end, which one of them won?
Eye for an eye as the blind run free,
The tears fall from the sky as it starts pouring.
They writhe, and they fear, and they coware like men,
In the age when the sword strikes down the pen.
In the chaos, pure freedom, people do what they want,
The only restriction is that they can't get caught.
Dank dark cells, they'll rot alone,
In the place most people would call their home.
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The Web
Date: May 19th, 2006 9:50:34 pm - Subscribe
Mood: decent
Each little string is just making its way
To every little person today,
Sticking to them and just pulling them in,
And tying them up with its web of...
[Pleading]
Can anybody see what has happened to me?
Can anybody hear my screaming?
No, everyone don't just do as you please,
Or else you'll end up like me...
Outside, the little strings are all tied,
Catching every little person who lies.
Soon everyone will be caught in the trap,
And then everyone can be hap, hap, happy...
[Chorus]
They're caught in the web,
It's no fault but their own,
WIth no escape in sight,
There's no way home....tonight.
They're caught in the web,
It's no surprise,
It's all because of them,
It was do or die...tonight.
It's all their fault...
[Pleading]
The web is tought, the strings are strung,
Years in the making, now the works all done.
Everyone suspended, torn from their lives..
And just because...
It's just because they...
Couldn't see, couldn't believe,
That anything they did was only for greed,
Ruining, hoping to bring,
A utopia, at the cost of everything...
And what did they get?
[Chorus] x 2
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No idea (In Progress)
Date: May 19th, 2006 9:45:00 pm - Subscribe
Mood: decent
click click, tap tap, talk talk, munch munch
click click, tap tap, talk talk, munch munch
every little sound is a part of a picture
an unabridged whole
every message sent through to the mind
is apart of the soul
everything that is said to me,
will only last so long...
everything that is said to be,
is there, and then it's gone
[CHORUS]
'cuz nothing ever lasts forever,
nothing can always be.
nothing will ever hurt me better,
than what will never see the light of day.
we do this and that for triviality,
bound and set by morality,
divided by technicality,
and all we want is to just be free,
for one moment, everything can last
stretch into the future right out of the past,
everything right here is all gone so fast,
and I'm stuck here wondering, "Did I do the right thing?"
as the world around me changes,
bonds broken and brought to life,
can anyone see what we used to be?
can we see that we only seek to
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Man of Midnight (In Progress)
Date: Apr 26th, 2006 7:26:32 pm - Subscribe
Mood: meh
[PREFACE]
Midnight Wanderer, Midnight Strider,
Exiled man and hell-horse rider.
Bide your time, 'til next we meet,
When I will then have your defeat.
[CHORUS]
Midnight wanderer, can you tell me where is it you go?
Midnight wanderer, can you tell me why this is so?
Why do you run? Why do you hide?
Why is it in no one that you confide?
Why is it that one with no fear can be afraid of so very much?
You never speak, for words are so meaningless,
You never see, for sight only causes distress.
You never listen, for hearing is only for the blind,
You never think, because all the answers lie in the mind.
You never stop, never leaving any room for any pause,
You never act, hoping nothing will come from what you cause.
You never feel, hoping nothing will come to hurt you,
You never smile, as nothing hurts you more then what you do.
[CHORUS]
[PREFACE] x 2
[CHORUS]
The midnight man, upon his stead,
Wrought only pain and filthy greed.
He warped the land, and stole its soul,
Now it is empty as a whole.
He steals, he kills, he sees no end,
He heals, he loves, he is a friend,
The wanderer does what no one can,
For he is the contradiction known as man.
[CHORUS] x 2
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The Counting Game (Being Reworked)
Date: Mar 18th, 2006 7:16:07 pm - Subscribe
Mood: meh
One...
Two...
Three...motherfucker...
Four...
Five...
Six, six shots to kill the world.
The revolver of the revolution is a powerless piece,
A weapon to those who use it.
An idea, that behind the men,
Is a stone that stands against the pen as they lose it.
Confuse me,
Abuse me,
But I'll come back to finish things off.
Kill me,
Spill me,
But I'll come back to finish you off.
The man is invincible,
The man is invulnerable.
But that man doesn't exist.
Seven,
Eight,
Nine, nine blades to slit his wrist.
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