03-23-2009, 07:55 PM
A Soldierâs Cry
A draft is what this is?
Summoning you to paradise
Smoke rises from the pallid earth
Showing the lucrative lives gone dry
They scatter and take out a handful of life lessons
To spray the slugs to the ground
Needed, the encouragement to go on and come home
The strength to leave a crimson field
To survive other poisoned mentalities
Home is where you want to be
Your personal asylum
Where the little lines run free
Echoing youâre given
Ecstatic that youâve returned
With gifts of what theyâve dreamed
Without you even knowing
Youâre the gift it seemed
A calling comes towards sanctuary
Leading to heaven
Leaving loves at last
Lost in the wounded meadow
Trapped without a cause
With the terror of the thought
Souls whisper to you
As the instrument rattles
Playing a mollifying song
Depart with us
Join the breathless
This land doesnât need you
But we, the spirits, do
See this disaster from another view
Donât participate in the laughter
Leave this suicidal garden of absent hope
Come where the vision of your angels are clear
This is a soldierâs cry
For leaving a flower with a crippled stem
And leaving little golden pellets with early reality
Now this vacant spot at home is taken
By not another lover, but another son
Unknown to the fallen
Insane Cold Blooded Killer
I love to see the blood spill
Kill to rip out hearts
Maybe from a drill
Or poisonous darts
I laugh at you run
While I chase with a knife
Oh! This seems fun
Iâm going to end your life
Wait! Wait! Donât go
Iâve just begun
Donât worry, Iâm a pro
Except I donât use guns
Iâm the type that loves to torture
Iâm not ending you quick
Just sit down in this chamber
The air will get thick
Then youâll start to suffocate
But Iâm still not done
I want to see your face
Maybe open the door once
When youâre just about to die
Iâll let you come out
But no⦠Donât try
Iâll only fling you about
Youâll wait for me to tell you to go
Youâll also be mentally scarred
And just before you know
Iâll be waiting in a car
No, no. Iâm not going to do it again
Iâm not really that predictable
Iâm going to kill you instead
Your death will be beautiful
But remember, I donât kill fast
Iâll take off your clothes
Iâll spill hot wax
All over your throat
I hope it doesnât burn
At least not too much
I want you to learn
That Iâm not to be touched
Now, donât we all know
That I lost my sanity
A long time ago
If not, itâs a tragedy
Now you have to suffer the pain
First Iâll chop off your legs
Donât die! Donât die yet! Am I getting to your brain?
Donât worry, I wonât chop off your head
Can you feel it?
Can you feel my rage?
My book! I have to move it
Donât want any blood on that page
Ooh! Look at all the blood
Looks like a waterfall
The other half of your body is going in mud
Hah! Your legs are cut off, so you canât even haulâ¦
Ass? Forget about it
Next is your arms
Look at your face, your crying! Where are your wits?
Whereâs my satchel charge?
Iâm going to end you with a blast
Maybe a C4 will be better on your back
Nah, maybe this death should last
Huh? What was that?
You want me to make it quick?
That comment made me laugh
I want you to suffer
I want you to feel my anger
Explosion galore!
Blast off! Like a rocket
Your ribs? Oh theyâre torn
Pulled out the sockets
I donât know how youâre still living
Youâre putting up a fight
Stop crying, I have an idea!
Come on, letâs take flight!
Wear this parachute
Oh , wait! You canât
Iâll wear it for you
Weâre jumping, donât panic
Seems you need a push
Iâll give you a hand
Thereâs the ground, donât look
Be careful how you land
Ha ha ha! Your expression is priceless!
Can you get up now?
It seems like your lifeless
Wow!
The rest are .docx <_< I don't have office on this computer. Well, I guess I'll post more later.
A draft is what this is?
Summoning you to paradise
Smoke rises from the pallid earth
Showing the lucrative lives gone dry
They scatter and take out a handful of life lessons
To spray the slugs to the ground
Needed, the encouragement to go on and come home
The strength to leave a crimson field
To survive other poisoned mentalities
Home is where you want to be
Your personal asylum
Where the little lines run free
Echoing youâre given
Ecstatic that youâve returned
With gifts of what theyâve dreamed
Without you even knowing
Youâre the gift it seemed
A calling comes towards sanctuary
Leading to heaven
Leaving loves at last
Lost in the wounded meadow
Trapped without a cause
With the terror of the thought
Souls whisper to you
As the instrument rattles
Playing a mollifying song
Depart with us
Join the breathless
This land doesnât need you
But we, the spirits, do
See this disaster from another view
Donât participate in the laughter
Leave this suicidal garden of absent hope
Come where the vision of your angels are clear
This is a soldierâs cry
For leaving a flower with a crippled stem
And leaving little golden pellets with early reality
Now this vacant spot at home is taken
By not another lover, but another son
Unknown to the fallen
Insane Cold Blooded Killer
I love to see the blood spill
Kill to rip out hearts
Maybe from a drill
Or poisonous darts
I laugh at you run
While I chase with a knife
Oh! This seems fun
Iâm going to end your life
Wait! Wait! Donât go
Iâve just begun
Donât worry, Iâm a pro
Except I donât use guns
Iâm the type that loves to torture
Iâm not ending you quick
Just sit down in this chamber
The air will get thick
Then youâll start to suffocate
But Iâm still not done
I want to see your face
Maybe open the door once
When youâre just about to die
Iâll let you come out
But no⦠Donât try
Iâll only fling you about
Youâll wait for me to tell you to go
Youâll also be mentally scarred
And just before you know
Iâll be waiting in a car
No, no. Iâm not going to do it again
Iâm not really that predictable
Iâm going to kill you instead
Your death will be beautiful
But remember, I donât kill fast
Iâll take off your clothes
Iâll spill hot wax
All over your throat
I hope it doesnât burn
At least not too much
I want you to learn
That Iâm not to be touched
Now, donât we all know
That I lost my sanity
A long time ago
If not, itâs a tragedy
Now you have to suffer the pain
First Iâll chop off your legs
Donât die! Donât die yet! Am I getting to your brain?
Donât worry, I wonât chop off your head
Can you feel it?
Can you feel my rage?
My book! I have to move it
Donât want any blood on that page
Ooh! Look at all the blood
Looks like a waterfall
The other half of your body is going in mud
Hah! Your legs are cut off, so you canât even haulâ¦
Ass? Forget about it
Next is your arms
Look at your face, your crying! Where are your wits?
Whereâs my satchel charge?
Iâm going to end you with a blast
Maybe a C4 will be better on your back
Nah, maybe this death should last
Huh? What was that?
You want me to make it quick?
That comment made me laugh
I want you to suffer
I want you to feel my anger
Explosion galore!
Blast off! Like a rocket
Your ribs? Oh theyâre torn
Pulled out the sockets
I donât know how youâre still living
Youâre putting up a fight
Stop crying, I have an idea!
Come on, letâs take flight!
Wear this parachute
Oh , wait! You canât
Iâll wear it for you
Weâre jumping, donât panic
Seems you need a push
Iâll give you a hand
Thereâs the ground, donât look
Be careful how you land
Ha ha ha! Your expression is priceless!
Can you get up now?
It seems like your lifeless
Wow!
The rest are .docx <_< I don't have office on this computer. Well, I guess I'll post more later.
My partner in crime = TREXRELL