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| Bloody guns and dirty lies
hide behind blue skies and rising suns
our fearful smiles' deadly poison
rest in lost hopes and denial.
cashing in reason for hollow powers
Here we are, feasting on our ashes
Whispers, day by day, console broken spirits
Fits of rage transform gentle kids to killers.
Where lingering doubts and fears tower,
we cower here, drowning in shouts and tears
Laying agape, Our bloody gashes
cut by shards of shooting stars
Here we are, feasting on our ashes | | |
| daily victims
walking through the backyard garden,
i spot a man buried underneath the dirt.
His eyes were uncovered, staring at me intently
rotting, dying, desperate for water
He cries out and asks for help
"Who are you?" i ask impatiently.
"Your conscience" says he.
I cocked my head, confusedly.
i hear him ask, (word for word i assure you)
"Would you help me up and provide me,
Some drink, some food, and,
a shelter in a broken jar?"
He thrusts out his hand through the dust
just begging for a helping hand
"I promise you true friendship and a bus
ticket to heaven," said the face in the ground.
I, the pondering good samaritan,
paused a second, and then smiled.
bending over, lending a hand
I break off his finger for a free toothpick.
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| two-beat elegy
Lured by these promises
that i know won't be kept
my soul is starving
and i won't forget
When the devils comes
And takes you by your hand,
To a world hotter than the sun
Will you rethink your life,
And wonder why you stand?
Chorus
Back in hell, on the shadow of the sun,
My mind is aching, for something real.
I bask in the last remaining light,
Setting myself on fire, and burning away the haze.
Sleeping on brimstone, choking on sulfur,
I spend the days bowing down lower.
Sanity phases, memories fade,
The only thing consistent
Is the devil’s shade.
I lie in the shadows of Hell’s flames,
From the first steps of an infant,
To my dying gasps,
The instant my eyes touch the afterlife,
I’ll wish I didn’t last.
Interlude(mike? come up with something here)
I feel the discord in the angel’s harmony.
When life open’s her bloodshot eyes
And gives us a chance to see,
We go blind, afraid to release the lies
The Severed heads haunting me.
Chorus
Back in hell, on the shadow of the sun,
My mind is aching, for something real.
I bask in the last remaining light,
setting myself on fire, and I burn away the haze
Sleeping on brimstone, choking on sulfur,
I spend the days bowing down lower.
I venture down to the gates of hell,
And request the flame that in truth dwells,
Torch in hand, delusions in mind,
I go to purge the world
Of everything wrong,
Which I believe,
is everything right.
The lies seduce me like a Siren’s Song
And rob me of my light (my sight.)
Now I ask the man downstairs,
If he can lend a spare.
Chorus
Back in hell, on the shadow of the sun,
My mind is aching, for something real
As I bask in the last remaining light
And set myself on fire, I burn away the haze.
Sleeping on brimstone, choking on sulfur,
I spend the days bowing down lower.
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