Because of you, everything I touch,
Bleeds and turns to dust
I want to **** you first,
Because a broken blade singes, feels good with a ******
Against my wrist.
Your German tongue, I can't bare
Not a single word without a snare
Your Aryan sly,
Your black gutted soul.
Go away, I say
Go away,
You come as swiftly as you stay,
You bruited, withered man
I tried to burry you in the sand
With the Pacific ocean, we found sacred
Ah, to crush your brittle skull with my fair hands
The empty vessel that lies,
My brother's fears, my mother's tears
My sister's sorrow
Her disposition that fallows
Go away, I say
Go away, you shadow of a man
Your skin is already cankered
Your hair thin and gray
Spitting tobacco out the window
Passing by your old church
Your God you hold so sacred,
Hates what he sees naked.
How ironic,
As you fill your stomach, with gin and tonics
Your only son, drenched in your malice
His confused identity, at your callus
Your worst fear, your biggest secret
I see what you left behind, in his tender cries
Your drunk is merely a symptom.
My mother's wisdom
Trying to gather strength to circulate the essence
Of her household kingdom,
Yet, destroyed at the presence
You left her, pavement scratched.
Busted blood vessels, continuous contusions
Led to the comfort of capsules
Trying to mend the thrash
Laying in front of her children on the hard, wooden floors
You demon of destruction
With death in your demise,
How your lover's family feels
As you dragged her heals
Into her watery grave
For you, it's not a worry; you think your God will save
Now it is time.
Take your pride,
The evil you hide.
As your golden ticket to hell
Alas, you’re dead
No fragmented memories shrouding my brain
No more drugs, no more pain
FREE, of the demented ways
I am the murderer now
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC
Because of you, everything I touch,
Bleeds and turns to dust
I want to **** you first,
Because a broken blade singes, feels good with a ******
Against my wrist.
Your German tongue, I can't bare
Not a single word without a snare
Your Aryan sly,
Your black gutted soul.
Go away, I say
Go away,
You come as swiftly as you stay,
You bruited, withered man
I tried to burry you in the sand
With the Pacific ocean, we found sacred
Ah, to crush your brittle skull with my fair hands
The empty vessel that lies,
My brother's fears, my mother's tears
My sister's sorrow
Her disposition that fallows
Go away, I say
Go away, you shadow of a man
Your skin is already cankered
Your hair thin and gray
Spitting tobacco out the window
Passing by your old church
Your God you hold so sacred,
Hates what he sees naked.
How ironic,
As you fill your stomach, with gin and tonics
Your only son, drenched in your malice
His confused identity, at your callus
Your worst fear, your biggest secret
I see what you left behind, in his tender cries
Your drunk is merely a symptom.
My mother's wisdom
Trying to gather strength to circulate the essence
Of her household kingdom,
Yet, destroyed at the presence
You left her, pavement scratched.
Busted blood vessels, continuous contusions
Led to the comfort of capsules
Trying to mend the thrash
Laying in front of her children on the hard, wooden floors
You demon of destruction
With death in your demise,
How your lover's family feels
As you dragged her heals
Into her watery grave
For you, it's not a worry; you think your God will save
Now it is time.
Take your pride,
The evil you hide.
As your golden ticket to hell
Alas, you’re dead
No fragmented memories shrouding my brain
No more drugs, no more pain
FREE, of the demented ways
I am the murderer now
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