Mega-Destructor

Nov 28, 2004 02:14

We'll put it on auto-pilot
Fast travelling, automatic

She sheds her skin (and) her heart, my eyes are golden
Softly revenge will take her kisses and cast her to the plagues of heaven
I look to your face and realize the life that I have wasted (on you)

I can't tell why but the trees are withering
The dust has been stirred up, but it settles back down
Like the fires of hell you reside in
Upon the lake of my fury
Mercy is not existing anymore in my world of destruction
Mega-destroyer
Your demise is nigh

The stars collide for you in seas of flattery

In you I find me, I find hatred, I find death
In you I find nothing
I find myself

My heart chokes

bleh I can't get back into writing...
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