and we're off
i must have recently met an inspiring person
I cast spells that compel you to dwell.
In a nutshell, I can tell
how you tick when you're sick
with my slick words that pick
at your head
You wish you were dead
I hope you are fed
up with my game
'cause it all sounds the same
Now is the time
to become most tamed
subdued by the dame that shall tame-
The same dame that is playing the game.
Thus became
my head in the sky, I feel so high
For once I could die.
Higher than high, shut your eyes
just try
imagine the image
of you in my village
made of plastic and astrix-
All Strings Attached
To gain self-control back,
don't slip into the black
of the track without tact
in fact
my loss of control holds me back
from the lush that i lack
at the end of my path
this trip is so flipped
no longer equipped,
my slip up of a trip
could not have been skipped
I'm seeming to split at the tip of the pit
And down we shall sit
merely to discuss it.
The intent that I meant
must have went out of line
but its fine, we have time
to tick.
and that tick, its so quick
your mind will get sick
that click that drives you to tick and tock,
your brain is a clock
countdown ahead-
would've fled from the red that was shed
altogether dead...
Less dead than before
out the door, there's much more
let us soar to the core.
of this masacre of gore
this messy mas of mess
sets me free from all distress
All distress except the mess
of some girl in a dress.
Can't begin to express the excessive stress.
I long to address and surely impress
Demanding to hack
this hackey-sack thrill.
The killing is chilling
and chilling is thrilling
I know he'd be willing
To chill and indulge in the thrill of the kill
First tweaking your mind
I need to unwind
I'm practically blind-
by the time we collide its almost a glide
I'd so gladly stride inside
those glassy brown eyes
only to find...
I cast spells that compel you to dwell.
In a nutshell, I can tell
how you tick when you're sick
with my slick words that pick
at your head
You wish you were dead
I hope you are fed
up with my game
'cause it all sounds the same
Now is the time
to become most tamed
subdued by the dame that shall tame-
The same dame that is playing the game.
Thus became
my head in the sky, I feel so high
For once I could die.
Higher than high, shut your eyes
just try
imagine the image
of you in my village
made of plastic and astrix-
All Strings Attached
To gain self-control back,
don't slip into the black
of the track without tact
in fact
my loss of control holds me back
from the lush that i lack
at the end of my path
this trip is so flipped
no longer equipped,
my slip up of a trip
could not have been skipped
I'm seeming to split at the tip of the pit
And down we shall sit
merely to discuss it.
The intent that I meant
must have went out of line
but its fine, we have time
to tick.
and that tick, its so quick
your mind will get sick
that click that drives you to tick and tock,
your brain is a clock
countdown ahead-
would've fled from the red that was shed
altogether dead...
Less dead than before
out the door, there's much more
let us soar to the core.
of this masacre of gore
this messy mas of mess
sets me free from all distress
All distress except the mess
of some girl in a dress.
Can't begin to express the excessive stress.
I long to address and surely impress
Demanding to hack
this hackey-sack thrill.
The killing is chilling
and chilling is thrilling
I know he'd be willing
To chill and indulge in the thrill of the kill
First tweaking your mind
I need to unwind
I'm practically blind-
by the time we collide its almost a glide
I'd so gladly stride inside
those glassy brown eyes
only to find...