Some songs I have written...

Feb 08, 2005 16:40

What I've Become

Blank stares from broken men
So withered from the poisons they can't remember when
There were once honest reasons.
It's all a lie, it died 100,000 miles ago.
Pretending I'm still here.
Justify what I've become, sanctify what I've become.
Amazing disgrace... (how) sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
Better lost if this is found, best blinded never to see.
The race to save face, nothing now is what we meant it to be.
Pretending I'm still here.
It's a system now, intertwined.
Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece.
Betrayal.
Suffered consequence
It's been so long any piece of this made any kind of sense.
You anoint the king, I'll burn everything down to ashes.
You giveth, I taketh away.
It's a system now, intertwined.
Take your place in the line to be ground by the gears of the masterpiece.
Betrayal.

Remorse Is For The Dead

The dirty lord of the manor surveys his filthy domain
Too many nights raising hell worked a little all too well.
Constructed a monument to denial and excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back there's nowhere left to regress.
If these walls could talk, they would tell a horror story
Never-ending winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through broken panes
Careless words that are filled with hate
Just enough to keep it together, never enough to make it work.
All the tongues here are forked.
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least expectance.
A huge stinking pile of sick, pile it higher and higher.
Light the match, start the fire. Level this place and take us with it.
Surroundings are irate.
Crack of dawn brings naught but pain.
Resentment steadily grows.
Laughing in the gallows.
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the metal asleep at the wheel.
We are the lucky ones, welcome home.
Poisoned nerves and a bloody antidote
Violence is not an aberration, it's a rule.
Dying beyond the pale.
Your beatings will continue until my morale improves.
I don't hate you, I'm just romving an enemy.
Remorse is for the dead, my enemy.
Remorse is for the dead.

One Gun

The eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope
The unknowing tyrant walks to the rope.
It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made
A one-gun salute for the new independence day.
They'll hallow your name
They'll hallow your name for your sacrifice.
The sins of deliverance.
"So let the wicked perish in the presence of God."
The sins of the father atoned by the son Confessions of commitments broken
A nail driven for every one (of them).
It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made
A one-gun salute for the new independence day.
They'll hallow your name
They'll hallow your name for your sacrifice.
You are the cause, I am the effect Created in hatred, a noose for your neck.
The eyes of the patriot fixed through the scope
The unknowing tyrant walks through the rope.
They'll hallow your name.

Thats it for now....I'll post some more as they come to be....^^
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