In the train of death
No one is alive
If they travel with breath
They shall not survive.
Only one station
Thats the stop
they call hell
Nobody returns
That’s just as well
How did we get
To ride this train
A parasite called
the devil had infected
Your brain.

My hard nut woman
Of a thousand storms
She **** to hardship
From the day she was born.
Inside this woman is heart
Of steel
Never stuck,
Knows how to
Freewheel.
All her lovers held
Her in high esteem
Me included she’s
Now my dream.
My hard nut woman
Of a thousand storms
A golden woman
In a field of corn.

My class mates at school
We’re a gene pool of fools,
The family brain cell
Was shared around
Intelligence went missing
In a deep wall of sound.
Teachers were
government puppets
Enlightening us
on useless information
Most of them should have
Got a job in sanitation.
School days were fun
School days were bad
School days were happy
School days were sad.
Days at school I didn’t
Stay afloat
I’d jumped out of the
Education boat.

You hide your feelings
Inside a web of doom
You must take a hit
If you want to bloom.
A candle can’t burn
If it’s never alight
There’s a sun in you
Somewhere
Waiting to shine bright.
You make everything
Difficult
It’s hard to relate
I want to be your lover
Not just a date.

I met  a lady
Seemed so sweet
She oozed class
From her
head to her feet.
She opened her gate
I took the bait,
Then all of a sudden
I was covered in fear,
I had become another
One of her souvenir’s
Being lured by her
Gate of hell.
Meeting sweet ladies
Sometimes you just
Can’t  tell.

Your such a cryptic lyric
A virus in my brain
You use me as shield
To deflect all of your pain.
Why can’t you accept
And sometimes take the blame
Why am I being manipulated
And left outside in the rain.
I cannot work you out
You love me then you hate
Im of to the kings arms
To have a drink
With my friendly mate.

Looking in the mirror
Wanting to end my life
Blackness befell me
Wrists I cut with my knife.
The blood oozed out
Upon the bathroom floor
Was my death to be unseen
Behind a closed wooden door.
Three weeks earlier my lover
Had died,
I worshipped that woman
Thousands of tears I cried.
Bereavement of a love one
Is so hard to take
So slitting my wrists
Was not worthless mistake.
Some people say it’s a
cowards way out,
But you know what
I haven’t got to live with that.