f00k dah KaT

[Parasite]

Black tape glued to my lips.
Needle pricks along my fingertips.
I feel your power revolve around me.
Letting me know that I am never free.
A lonely face is shuffed behind.
Forever you will control my mind.
I'm lost inside your tunnel, bleak.
Screaming so hard, but cannot speak.
Poison drips from overhead.
I am an unpowered body of dread.
Held captive by my own restraints,
tangled up again with my old complaints.
Shining now, ever so clear.
Is the aura of miraculous fears.

[Whisper]

Daaaam!

Seriously Austin
its REALLY good

[Rooster]

If you can sing good metal might have a place for you. Or even just write for musicians. My dad once told me that Brittany Spears' writer makes more money than she does, because she gets paid for cds and concerts. But he gets that and radio playing, and anywhere else her songs are.