the cold winter bite
i am tracking the prey close
bear killed i shall ****

I know it's one of them
one of them has the knife
3 have been lost 5 remain
a cold blooded killer is on the loose
with no outside help
we're all as good as dead

At least that's what I tell myself
I was woken in the night
she shook me awake
"we found something" she says
I see him with the knife
it's covered in blood

"I didn't do it I swear"
he begs saying he had nothing to do with it
then we take the knife
and give him what he gave us
we go back to sleep
to search for help in the morning

I wake up to see blood on my hands
I feel something cold under my pillow
I reach and see the knife
I clean it and put it where it used to be
was he even the murderer?

Someone's missing I think
he's missing
know there are only three
it's her or him
but who?

I hear a snap
he's dead
it was her!
it's just you and me
she says
an evil smile appears on her face
the last thing I see

politics,,,,, start out
something alive,,,,, ****,,,,, processe
sell the rotting flesh

I struggle to be a nice girl: the worst choice of my life,
Man I am not good with all this life,
Working like a fool, join the 'army of the great for my money,
God... I just had to make it harder for myself!
Here, I am again complaining.

Hard to appreciate everything I have,
Easy ways are always leading one to hard
Times of imprisonment...

Now what my image happened with this soul of mine?
And what my image happens with this shell of mine...
Caring, not caring... training for that better life!

Down the streets people still walk and live and talk
And crave for their more.
Up, in the bed, on their chairs and those grounds
They have chosen,
Chosen each soul...
_ Careful to not upset (too much) your own saviour _
People still live...
A pleasant touch of ignorance: bliss for my impotence to **** them all
And sentence them to heaven, once and for all.