Wrapped in between inept beats that squeal
Thrashing around barbarically as ears begin to...
Mr. Razorblade
be my friend...
Hatred makes me aroused,
Thrives on darkness and pain...
Who are you trying to fool?
There's a man at the old oak tree...
Light descends pushing us back
reflections off rain, my body a strain...
This manifestation in my heads revelation
it ended in massacre...
I smell the filth rising out of the sun
this intrepid taunt that lures me to endless rage...
Darkness or Death
Which do I prefer...
She always heard the train pass
at a quarter to twelve on Sunday nights...
Your tongue is a viper's friend
Caught in the noose of sharp teeth...
With the relapse of a memory,
And a meaning defining it...
So much time has passed
Forgive...