mockery in the vines
homicide
viscous fangs that bite
suicide

please lend me your ear with the thought I might disappear
falling apart at the seams in some twisted evil means
violation of the innocent
Ozzy Osbourne's solution

the brigade of helpless souls plunged in their fatal dimise
can't stop listening to Satans twisted lies
does this come at any big enough surprise
always in the middle playing a game of second fiddle

Kurt Cobain sought its end
let us not pretend cause we are only human
darkened portals of deranged ****** manifestation
blackened stench on the nations youth

no one helps you anymore no one has a voice
a sad choice to end it all in such a devastation
free us now before its far too late