Good Mourning / Black Friday
Hey, I don't feel so good something's not right,
Something's coming over me what the fuck is this?
Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A bloodthirsty demon who's stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend,
Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds.
My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel.
I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal.
Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads,
Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead.
I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent.
Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head
Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain.
I mangle their faces, till no features remain.
A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds.
First take out the organs, then cut off the head.
The remains of flesh now sop under my feet.
One more bloody massacre, the murders' complete.
I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend.
And, blood baths are my way of getting clean.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
I'm out to destroy you and ,I will, cut you down
I see you, and, I'm waiting ,for Black Friday.
Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A bloodthirsty demon who's stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
I'm out to destroy you and ,I will, cut you down.
It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall
My Last Words
My life's on time but again my sense is late.
Feel a might unsteady but still I have to play.
Six to one's the odds and, we have the highest stakes.
And, once again I gamble with my very life today.
Highly polished metal the oil makes it gleam.
Fill the terror chamber your mind begins to scream.
Your life is like a trigger never trouble till you're squeezed.
Now you crack a smile as you give the gun a tease.
Place the piston down now give the gun a spin.
Soon as the spinning stops, the game starts in.
A hateful way of vengeance a bit of playful sin.
Load another bullet now the second round begins.
A couple grains of powder a couple grams of lead.
A touch against the trigger a touch inside the head.
Take another drink, and raise the last bets.
Think about my last words they might be what I just said.
A click comes from the hammer that couldn't drive a nail.
Sense the numbing cold blue or the red of Hades' grill.
A fraction of a second do you lose, or maybe still,
Pass it to the left and collect your mighty kill.
Add another bullet the third round begins.
Soon as the spinning stops the game starts in.
Please, no I.O.U.'s, no markers for death.
Does anybody play anybody somebody, anybody play.
You, you, next victim, you next to die.
You, you, next victim, you next your turn to die.
You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.
You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.
Sweating Bullets
Hello me meet the real me and my misfits way of life
A dark black past is my most valued possessions
Hindsight is always 20-20 but looking back it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction nice story tell it to Reader's Digest
Feeling paranoid true enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and my air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit and my palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Hello me it's me again you can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache thinking down to your level
Just keep on thinking it's my fault and stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know his limitations
Feeling claustrophobic like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe, and my palms are getting wet, sweating bullets
Well, me it's nice talking to myself a credit to dementia
Someday you too will know my pain and smile its black tooth grin
If the war inside my head won't take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back here I come again
Feeling paranoid true enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and and my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands and I don't know where I've been
Once you committed me now you've acquitted me claiming validity for your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit I'm sharpening the axe here I come again sweating bullets
Recipe For Hate/Warhorse
Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets my faults were letters carved in stone
As meaningful to you as words written in water I'm left to walk this world alone
In a broken mold they made me the black sheep of the family
Worth less than zero my opinion and room temperature IQ
I did something, now I'm nothing always wrong with this or that
Poisoned with fear watch it twist my measly brain mad
Talk about me when my back is turned
Next time we meet it will be too late
The memory burned in my ears of what you said
And now I've got a recipe for hate taste it
Dark clouds on the horizon make it hard to breathe
A walking mistake but every time I run away, I just come back for more
The choice is clear I can quit and fall on my sword or light a fire
To see who runs or stays and plays the confidence game
I'm feeling quite invisible I feel just like thin air that nobody wants me
I see the earth below me I watch it spinning there does someone, somewhere out there hear me?
Sentenced to walk in Purgatory my life is running down I can't believe what they've done to me
I'm left riding a warhorse a man without a country
Gears Of War
Ethnic cleansing with no defending these acts of genocide
A fatal ending with no surrendering to cover up the crimes and lie
Smart bombs, precision guided armament
A more sophisticated way to end up dead
Still we search and invent such intelligent weapons
That kill each other like the Gears of War
If you ride with thieves, then you die with thieves
Cross my heart and hope that you die, that you die!
When the smoke has cleared, the devil's in the mirror
And you see his warheads paint the sky, now you die!
Smart bombs, precision guided armament
A more sophisticated way to end up dead
Still we search and invent such intelligent weapons
That kill each other like the Gears of War
The Hardest Part Of Letting Go/Sealed With A Kiss
Such a pretty face, radiant I saw you, across the room I knew I had to have you
Thus started the chase I knew I would do anything to take your hand and make you mine
But I learned long ago if you love someone you have to let it go
The hardest part of letting go is saying goodbye
Fettered away in a makeshift cell beneath the venomous moonlight
I unleash my plan to watch you fail the one I held so high
Go to sleep my love taste my sweet revenge on your lips it is sealed with a kiss
I return to the masquerade ball and leave the long figure weeping
Stone by stone, immured in the wall forever left in safekeeping
Go to sleep my love taste my sweet revenge on your lips it is sealed with a kiss
But I learned long ago if you love someone you have to let it go
The hardest part of letting go is saying goodbye
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