deadpie
March 23rd, 2010, 05:29 PM
Molecules of sweat between the trigger and the thumb
I brushed his hair with a loaded gun
Now I'm running out of oxygen
The smell of death is ripe
Inhaling toxic poison threw the clouds in the sky
Told me everything would be alright
The moment you the stuck the blade right in my side
I love you like an epileptic seizure
Or the prick of my finger
Looking at all the dead skin cells falling down
When this life gets re-imaged to another pile of shit
Not even God's hands could save
the rotting face of this human race
I've been in and out of this town
For what seems like a million years
All I can hear are the screaming moans from the bricks and cement
Not even God could flood this fucking cave I've made.
Nurture the pain and hide the remains
Point fingers at who to blame
This is a game of destroy and create
Where you open heavens gates and burn down the place.
The bombs will sound like piano's dropping from the sky
A classic story of when the Hero dies
The townsmen tried to put him back together
But before anything gets better
Shit must get worse
My childhood is the anatomy to the disturbed
Catholic sacraments
Reproductive violence
Watch me shed until I'm dead
Bring me back so I can sink and drown again
It gets your cock off to see this battered image
But I'm here to splatter your brains all over it
Say your prayers because you're the only one that will listen
And no, you will never be forgiven.
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Just wrote this right now on VT off the top of my head, although I don't like the last stanza that much.
I brushed his hair with a loaded gun
Now I'm running out of oxygen
The smell of death is ripe
Inhaling toxic poison threw the clouds in the sky
Told me everything would be alright
The moment you the stuck the blade right in my side
I love you like an epileptic seizure
Or the prick of my finger
Looking at all the dead skin cells falling down
When this life gets re-imaged to another pile of shit
Not even God's hands could save
the rotting face of this human race
I've been in and out of this town
For what seems like a million years
All I can hear are the screaming moans from the bricks and cement
Not even God could flood this fucking cave I've made.
Nurture the pain and hide the remains
Point fingers at who to blame
This is a game of destroy and create
Where you open heavens gates and burn down the place.
The bombs will sound like piano's dropping from the sky
A classic story of when the Hero dies
The townsmen tried to put him back together
But before anything gets better
Shit must get worse
My childhood is the anatomy to the disturbed
Catholic sacraments
Reproductive violence
Watch me shed until I'm dead
Bring me back so I can sink and drown again
It gets your cock off to see this battered image
But I'm here to splatter your brains all over it
Say your prayers because you're the only one that will listen
And no, you will never be forgiven.
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Just wrote this right now on VT off the top of my head, although I don't like the last stanza that much.