All the pain in these eyes
Veiled upon by all these lies
To be made into what i am
Made me among the ******
Metal shells
From an assault rifle
My brain swells
My heart dries to Strifle
Wretched man
Serious and Insane
For promised land
Till under the sand
What is to believe?
What’s true or lie
They do is deceive
Till we all die
Drops of blood
From the skies
More to the flood
Higher it shall rise
Demons celebrate
The victory is mine
The black, the brown, the yellow, rest
While suffering and dying
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
All the pain in these eyes
Veiled upon by all these lies
To be made into what i am
Made me among the ******
Metal shells
From an assault rifle
My brain swells
My heart dries to Strifle
Wretched man
Serious and Insane
For promised land
Till under the sand
What is to believe?
What’s true or lie
They do is deceive
Till we all die
Drops of blood
From the skies
More to the flood
Higher it shall rise
Demons celebrate
The victory is mine
The black, the brown, the yellow, rest
While suffering and dying