| Let me see, what am I doing? Let me think.. Where am I going? Let me.. Raise the blade and cut deep into the past, remove it like a cyst, and move on into the future, the tumor has been removed, no more time to look for an excuse. Black stars fall. Casting their black shadow across the path, to block the light, to blind you and send your soul running into the dark. Welcome it tonight. Fate has come, smile. Keep marching, every mile. Soldiers die, and parents cry, we grieve, and continue to battle, we are blood theives. Detain the viens of imortallity, and shackle them to the ceiling, keep them surrounded by vipers, the snakes must strike. the moist air, and fog sets in, declareing all in the way dead, I know everyone can hear the lost fools scream inside their heads. One day is gone, tomorow is fed, yesterday decayed, and any other possible excuse is open for target practice. |
