Burn the crucifix. Cremate the sould of the Virginborn Freeze the shadow of ashes and let it float away by the Thunder listener's intense eyelash movements
I cant believe what i've turned into, Dad, I'm full of hate just like you. I am a spiteful being on account of everything i've seen. but all i want is
The foundations that our fathers have built have been destroyed by the own very system, which they deployed. it's gotten so fucked up, i don't want
I've watched so many run that it makes me feel numb when I loose a good friend to another pointless trend. I'm sick of superficial minds clogging the
I thought I gave everything I could And I thought my words finally stood Above our country?s actions And above all the violent reactions But as I see
To my future self i just want to help. I don't want anyone else to know this ball of hate i have grown. and i don't want anyone to feel this pain I'
I grew watching my family bleed from the tired cracks in their hands that were calloused by their future needs and a concept of and american plan. Where
While your heart, sleeps in your chest, my sleeve is, pounding loud, and thats why, i raise my fist, because i've got to let, the words come out,
I've been medicated my whole life, clouding my mind until it's dark at night. and even on the blackest of days,i muster strength to see through the haze
We've all spent our lives crawling and struggling just to stay afloat. scraping our knees on the ocean flood and filling our lungs with salt. without
ALL THIS TIME, I looked up to you and then it turns out, YOU WERE WRONG, so now I guess I'll just have to move on, plagued with regret I've still
I'm thinking of a world, where no one has to suffer, its not as far fetched as you think, but my ideas they only bring you laughter, trust me you
Eternally the grim fog sets, to rouse from a slumber of centuries, screams of malediction emanate when diabolical procreation overshadows the meek.
Not every life ends with death, some banes outlast the endless sleep. Sometimes the spirit is too strong, sometimes emotions are too deep. I scorn you
Erode shores of tranquility Guide the crimson tide Flood the blessed sands With millions of tortured souls (of Christ) Enter into perversity Rise with
