Cannibals
Chained by these fuckin' shackles tightly wrapped around the neck. Hearts ripped right out of their chest and shoved right back down their fuckin' throats. We've seen each other at all these places. Once friends, now people with familiar faces. Being eaten alive from the inside. Love has fed them to these fuckin' cannibals.
Amongst The Wolves
I am all alone in this world of agony. Every where I turn the wolves are waiting, foaming at the mouth. This world won't go to hault the day that you fuckin' die. Hopefully the day comes soon cause blood was drawn and I feel fuckin' weak. I eat, sleep, and fuck just like any of you, so tell me what it is that I have to prove. In this world of wolves I am but a sheep. Caught unaware, now just left empty. Fuck you. Fuck.
My Own Hell
All of this animosity inside of me. No love, NO HEART, no motive, but alot of enemies. Bottled up inside, my mind is my own hell. I dont want the cheap compromise you try to sell. Peace turns to violence, LOVE TURNS TO HATE. This world just turns to shit the more we pro-create. I just have to move on. I just have to live with this. Because in this life of ours its either hit or miss. My mind is my own hell.
Watching The World Burn
I'd like to burn this world and everyone in it. From the whores to the heavenly fathers who malest little kids. This world infects you with disease and shoves lies down your throat. Laying here restlessly in this bed of thorns, not an ounce left of hope. I scream and scream and scream aloud but you took the words right from my mouth. Im searching aimlessly day by day. No need to speak. Nothing to say. When all we ever talk about is where this world has gone. No moral distinction left between whats right and wrong. Oh God. Where has this world gone? Oh fuck. I'll watch this world light up.
King Of Frauds
Throw the first stone at your saviour. Place the crown upon his head. The blood slowly finds its way to his eyes as the thorns keep digging in. Sorrowful remorse for what you've done as you bow down to your god, but you've fallen victim to his lie. The giver of life. The king of fuckin' frauds. You have tried to rid yourself of him, watch his kingdom of heaven fall but the first mistake you made was when you didn't fuckin kill them all. One by one they should have been hung for all of the world to see the consequences of their mockery. King of frauds. Kill them all.
Beating Myself Up
Just look at this lonely life I lead. The struggle, the turmoil, it's all just shit. I've always been at this all time low; Theres not one chance I never blow. The more I try, the less I care. It's as if my heart was never there. On and on frustration builds And soon enough I'm bound to GIVE IT UP. Those 3 familiar words, a constant thought. From the inside out it can only rot. I took my pride and glory and put it on this shelf of pestilence.Those 3 words are ones I tell myself.
Feed Them
Vultures above keep blocking out the sun while doves are laying fucking lifeless. Deaths shadow keeps drawing nearer while thunder keeps hinting the end. I thrust these nails into my eyes so as if not to witness my own demise. Drowning in this sea of flames while being face to face with the fuckin' devil. (The harbinger of death approaches). His glare pierces right through me. (The harbinger of death approaches). There's nothing I can fuckin' do. (The harbinger of death approaches). We're all just roaches in this world of filth. (The harbinger of death approaches). I thrust these nails into my eyes. (So I thrust these nail's into my eye's). When the men are sent off to far off places to become slaves of war. Our women, our children, they'll be fucked.
...To The Vultures
Eyes wonder across this room and this is all you'll see. A bunch of messed up kids with the same problems as me. Corruption, perversion, and a lack of trust. Like a nail left in the rain, it will slowly rust. And as quickly as the one's will die from the disease of HIV that spreads like a fuckin' seed. And like the spoonfed dreams of our spoonfed youth. All this violence in this world is our living proof. The things we want to change will forever be the same. The way we act, the words we speak, the way we choose to live, the goals we set, the laws we bend, our endless growing debt. The choke hold that life has on us will demand of our last breath. THE SHIT THAT SPEWS OUT OF OUR MOUTHS COMES OUT WITHOUT THOUGHT. WE DONT KNOW ANY BETTER THAN THE THINGS WE'RE FUCKIN' TAUGHT. ITS A VICIOUS CYCLE AND ITS NEVER GOING TO END. WE DONT BELIEVE IN THE THINGS WE SAY, ITS ALL JUST FOR PRETEND.
Coming Clean
We owe it to ourselves to not get caught up in this capturing moment. With each passing day we hide this torturing guilt that grows inside. It becomes like routine, this silly game we always seem to play. But in the end we all lose. There are no winners when it comes to this. Envious the words become, jealousy shows its ugly face. I can't stand this fuckin' place and each feeling felt feels fuckin' wasted. Theres no simple way to deal with what has been dealt. The only ones we're fooling is our-fuckin-selves. We've lost it all. We were only lying to ourselves. Each and every one of us. We were all fuckin' fooled.