This is what happens when I clean my room

[sockrockinsmurf]

I was cleaning my room today, and I found a bunch of old paper towels from my work that I had used to write lyrics and stuff on when I was bored. Read on!

Funeral pyers light the skys,
Harken all to Satan's cries.
Smoke and ash blott out the sun
Innocents massacred, one by one.
Men of evil deeds once fallen
Rise and heed the Master's callin'
Deep in Dis the army gathers,
Flesh it craves and peace it shatters.

^Wow, must have been a bad night at bluestone

Am I loosing my friends?
Or just loosing my mind
They wink out of existence
And leave me behind.
Are they the sane ones?
Or can it be me?
Its hard to look ahead,
When eyes decieve.
Do I fight this alone?
or should I give up my cause.
Do I stand fast, betrayed
Or give in to life's flaws.
I'll keep fighting, I reserve
Though my body be weak
The spirit is willing,
But my prospects seem bleak.

^ That one's for you, Eric buddy

How long till his first ciggarrette
How long till his first joint
How long till he goes to church,
And wonders, "What's the point?"
How long till he stops treating me
the same way he treats his friends.
And how long till he doesn't believe
When I say I'll love him to the end.

^ That one is for pops