The end is coming
So with my life events changing. There have been songs calling to me more important than normal. The lyrics seem to call out to my family and the events that have been coming at us. Wars have been started battles have been fought. The blood has been drawn. And only anger, rage, and guardian rises. Allow the enemy to step over the line and there will be no life left to breathe. The list below is songs with the lyrics that call to me at this time.
~Black and blue by CFO$~
'I'm facing the demons I created, With every last part of me, To pay one day and I'll go on and on and on and on'
~Voices by Rev theory~
' I hear voices in my head, They counsel me, they understand, They talk to me. You got you losing your religion, There all designed to keep you safe, But when rules start getting broken, you start questioning your faith, I have a voice that is my savior, Hates to love and loves to hate, I have a voice that has the knowledge, And the power to move your fate.'
~Written in my face by Jim Johnston~
' It's a shame that they lost their head, A careless man who could wind up dead, You wear your sin like it's some kind of prize, too many lies, Too many lies. '
~Some and mirrors By Jim Johnson~
' Woah let me go, blood drips from your camera, It's like a knife held in your hand, What you're mad about? I don't know and I don't give a damn, Break the rules because I can.'
~Black and blue by CFO$~
'I'm facing the demons I created, With every last part of me, To pay one day and I'll go on and on and on and on'
~Voices by Rev theory~
' I hear voices in my head, They counsel me, they understand, They talk to me. You got you losing your religion, There all designed to keep you safe, But when rules start getting broken, you start questioning your faith, I have a voice that is my savior, Hates to love and loves to hate, I have a voice that has the knowledge, And the power to move your fate.'
~Written in my face by Jim Johnston~
' It's a shame that they lost their head, A careless man who could wind up dead, You wear your sin like it's some kind of prize, too many lies, Too many lies. '
~Some and mirrors By Jim Johnson~
' Woah let me go, blood drips from your camera, It's like a knife held in your hand, What you're mad about? I don't know and I don't give a damn, Break the rules because I can.'