I was born into a world comprised
Of gluttony and shame
Where we gorge ourselves on lust and war
But call it inhumane
Violence and ******* are the ways we entertain
The animals within us, the demons in our brain

And as I grew older I started to notice
A new type of hunger that i couldn't quell
Desire, this fire that burns on the inside
As if every girl had me under a spell

And then it happened to me...
And then it happened some more...
And the longer I lived, the better it got,
Consuming me down to my core

(They tell me that it's evil, they tell me that I'm sick)

But,
I want to defile every angel that i see
To make them writhe and moan and scream in utter ecstasy
To see the blaze of carnal thirst like fire in their eyes
As I revel in the promised land that rests between their thighs

The beast within remains untamed, desire sets my veins aflame
This fire won't burn out and I am never satisfied
I want to feel her bliss cascade from her ***** as she screams my name
I want to be the greatest **** of her entire life

I'm insatiable and sordid
But I've caused nobody pain
In a world so cold and morbid
How else can I keep sane?

When
I want to defile every angel that i see
To make them writhe and moan and scream in utter ecstasy
To see the blaze of carnal thirst like fire in their eyes
As I revel in the promised land that rests between their thighs

I'm insatiable and sordid
But I've caused nobody pain
In a world so cold and morbid
How else can I keep sane?
I'm insatiable and sordid
But I've caused nobody pain
In a world so dead and hideous
How else can I keep sane???

Insatiable is my flame.

Can't spell
But he means well
Has a mean tale
to tell
Tall tale
We drinkale
And prevail
Over our enemies
Demons hear us scream
We wont back
Down now
Somehow
Someway
Were  gonna let God save
The day
His way
Or THE HIGHWAY

GET THEE BEHIND ME
(Jehnehnehnehneh jehnehnehneh neh-neh nehnehnehnehneh JEHnehneh)
(Crazy guitar solo-to pause-to bassdrop)

WE ARE THE VOICES OF MARTYRS
WE ARE WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF LAMB
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE SON
we've allready won
( guitars) DRUMS

I'm going to runaway and make the road my runway
I'm going jump in waters with depths unknown
And when you try to say good night, I'm not going to let you go
I'm going to sneak out late and I'm going to stay up for the rising sun
I'm going to unlock my lips and spill everything
I'm going to be open, I'm going to come undone
No one can tell me who I should be anymore
No one will be able to stop me from closing doors
I'm going to break free from who they want me to be
I'm going to climb an evergreen, and it's going to stay summer for me

I*             wasn't born in a hospital like most children are. I
am         made of soft thoughts, but too of hard muscular rivets; steel bars are
not         nearly so malleable as my arms. So far, so good, no need to be
afraid,    no need to be alone. There's no need to cry in the dark, wishing for

home      and a soft bed and warmth and food for my soul. My soul thrives; it
is             the howl of the wind on the mountain top; My soul lives in hardship.
Where     others tremble, I will not walk alone, because My soul lives in pain
The          pretenders; the snakes; the cowards do not sway. Because My soul is
Hard    Like my muscles, like my heart, like the place where I was born. It
is...              funny actually. I wasn't born in a hospital; I was born on the way.

I
Was
Born
Moving
Forward.  and I refuse to move back. Because **I am not afraid.

This, my friends, is an anthem –
For the ones who feel small; the introverts,
The ones who believe in things so much
They can feel it in their bones, yet at the end
Of the day refuse to believe in themselves.
You are all beautiful.
I don’t mean that in the socially-constructed,
Warped, narrow-minded sense of the word.
You are beautiful for your raw, honest souls
Your unique individuality, and the love
For every living thing you pour outward
In a radial, sunshine-spritzing way –
Promise me you won’t forget to love yourselves in return.
Yes, you, the ones who believe in second chances,
Big droplets of rain, the first snowfall of winter,
And the rejuvenating cycle of leaves.
The ones who believe in the sound
Of typewriter keys and songbirds
And the beauty of stars after a long day.
If all other things deserve the greatest joy
We call happiness, then so, my dear,
Beautiful soul-friends, deserve all the happiness
This great big world can contain.

This mortal vein
These mortal eyes
This mortal skin
These all will die
This fading light
These fading dreams
This fading hope
These hearts that scream
This burning lie
These burning fears
This burning soul

I shed no tears