Now just let this lime light focus
I've bore the bruises as they start to fall
So torn up and left for the hostess
I tasted glamor with a gavels call
But my collar ain't one for the taking
I'll lace this lens with what you call modern art
Abstract we're just pulling for meaning
amongst this feeling that cant be called to arms
Now fight this feeling that we're losing
I cant take it when it starts to fall apart
sides split while we're killing morning
hold me up as I inhale through the dark
We are monsters that devourer the healing
No confessions when we're all spitting tongues
We'll chew the fat as it starts its seeping
I'll bring the fire just give me the ******* arc.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Box fitted vans moving on the prowl.
Waiting for these kids in an easy take
Preteen gangster violence,
With your lovely daughter playing jail bait.
We're all thievish wolves,
All hungry for more, we're hungry for more.
So please tell me that this is under control.
As our sons sniffing the product you were forced to recall.
Please tell me that this is under control
while your misses is prostituting just to feel at home.
Please tell me that this is under control
While my darling little princess is lying tagged by the toe.
Our therapies are burning and our do hearts do swell,
Which has got us in love with these feelings, that we've never felt.
And I'll take these violent words as nothing more then a test.
Try to feed me please for this is nothing more then a crimson mess.
This nuclear family
Is decaying
Right in front of me,
Right in front of me.
Covered by the trace in the hallow moonlight, pack of wolves at our back.
Some one calls out in silence, are fresh killers what we lack?
We're ragged fools, just fear in the fold only to feel at home.
Our therapies are burning as our do hearts do swell,
Which has got us in love with these feelings, that we've never felt.
And I'll take this fermented world, right off my chest.
Then lead you to the ruins, for the better I digress.
Now forgive me, this is how the story goes.
Feeding in the innocent stripped to the bones.
Please tell me that this is under control
While your misses is prostituting just to feel at home.
Please tell me we are under control.
Swinging from the gallows, caught by the throat.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
We now embark on the poles of the sea, lost to find the shores.
Like mad men we're living on adverse held to the riches we adore.
But whats wrong with this picture, I can't see through the walls of ice.
Oh baby I'm a desperate victim, destroyed by my lustrous eyes.
This is a calling of love, Am I right?
You've heard me from the skies.
S.O.S. Save our sons.
Your presence gives me vigour to discover,
Our truer path upon the sea.
I fallowed the albatross.
Fighting over sea foam skies deliver us to the morning light.
Guided by the albatross.
Advise now us from the devils night, from the oceans appetite
These angels that I once held revered are now objects of controversy.
Am I wrong to lick my lips for you know this hungers killing me.
So against the good of her grace, gut rotted we strip her clean.
Lost to sea for this vultures seizure, blessed be this vanity.
And you know that they say if you living live for today,
The relentless pray, and the promises from which I paid.
I been destroyed once again by my lustrous eyes.
I fallowed the albatross.
Fighting over sea foam skies deliver us to the morning light.
Guided by the albatross.
Advise now us from the devils night, from the oceans appetite
For a moment I thought I'd get away clean.
But who can blame me sanity it ain't for me.
They scream; You judas, you destroyer,
You spineless heed we curse you life.
You are ******* dead to me.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
we faked the grave that was to ferment the haze
covered solely by undying eyes
and our place in haste was only laid to waste
by those ghosts that harvest the wise
but our egos grew just to big to pursue
with those golden daggers hand in hand
our crimson swelled only bellowed by hell
we were worse then where we began
My dear I was nothing,
for it was all you ever fed
a captive of the locusts
I swear I was better off dead.
I was only ever yours.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
so silenced as I'm spoken
my words are kept in dust
but so blessed be the broken
as I suffered against the lust
and now twitch without the lovers
as I tempt and coincide
with nothing more then fodder
churning medication in to lies
Oh What good was all this non sense
when my screams echo and never place
marked by those who surfaced
scar bitten across the face
I have conjured as I've wandered
from the mattress filled to the seems
with secrets of the unwanted
and a soul to thick to clean
I was never yours.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Forgive me for what I'm not
For I know not what I become
Traded places syncing faces jaded
By the lovers lusting rust.
It was far more then beautiful
But to livid to be love
Retract as the instincts we lack are
Driven out by the fevers we hunt.
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC