' I Would Like 'I would like to kill you,And I would like to see,Are your insides like mine ?Do you bleed like me?Are you hiding thingsYou don't want me to see?I would like to peel,Your skin away from your bones.And I would like to know,Do you ache in your soul?Do you long to be home?Are you crying because you know you can't go?I would like to pop,Your eyes from your sockets.And I would ask again,Do you hate what you've done?Why bother to run?When you know you never would have made it.I would like to bury you alive,And I would like to say,Why did you insist on ruining the day?You have no shame in your sinful ways.I'll put you here, it's where you'll stay.And that is all I would like to say.
' I Fall Asleep'I fall asleep,To the screams of a dying man,And the sound of a thousand torture machines.And under windows,Metal screams.It screeches with pain,Losing grip on the sane.It dances in the acrid rain,That man, that man,That man in pain.But I fall asleep.I fall asleep.To the sound of a dying woman,And the sound of a thousand torture machines.The metal screams,And she squeals like a stuck pig.She will not dance in the acrid rain,And she constantly claims to be sane.She wants to be rescued,That woman, that woman,That woman in the rain.But she deserves all her death and pain.That's the price of the metal machine.And I fall asleep.
'Everyone's A Composer'Everyone's a composer,All singing the same pathetic song.All the beats, the same.Plain words paired with empty eyes,All summaries of dirty streets. And all of these composers,Spend their time in filth.Rolling in dirty money and drinking your blood.Dying in alleyways, drowning in a flood,Of drug and soul abuse. Everyone these days is a sinful singer,Each one with their own mock tragedy."I was that and this is why I am this,Mommy hated me, Daddy beat me,No one was ever around to feed me."Feed what?Not the stomach, not the mind.No one could come fill your greed.So now the air is polluted,With the toxic spewings of the pathological liar.But not every composer is this way,There are some, pure and true.It never lasts.Everyone's a composer,But no one admits to the conformity.They stand on street corners and whine,Standing outside of your window, vying for attention, for time.Pain has become a trend,A statement to be worn on the wrist." A slice here, scar
Until I SleepI'll stitch and sewMurder my timeCatch the crowStray from the pathCollect flowers on the roadThis I'll doUntil I sleepAnd I'll count the grainAnd talk to GodList all of the things I once forgotThis I'll doUntil I sleepI'll creep and just might cry,I'll drink my money until my well runs dry.I'll fall down dead upon a hillComplain how humanity's turned to swillThis I'll doUntil I sleepAnd when I finally fall asleep,I hope in your memory,It's me that you keep.Please keep me there,Until you sleep.
Ring Around the AmbulanceRing around the ambulance,Listen to the choir boys sing.We all thought you had much longer,But life's a rather funny thing.Dance around the ambulance,And celebrate your demise.Well my dear, you were just out of luck,It's a shame that you have to die.As the sirens sing their desolate songsAnd all the people cry,Composure I struggle to maintain,But the bitter laughter is in my eyes.In my opinion darling,You got what you deserved.A violent end,Only you could spend,If only I could have seen it for myself.Blunt knives and razors blades,Were all too good for you.A gun was too easy,The poision was sleazy,The choice made sense to you.A hanging,A hanging!The world screams,As I dance through the dark.Though of course it's not the whole truth,I suppose it's good enough.A ring around your ambulance,A crowd around your hearse,I would plan to dance on your grave,But dearest you're not good enough.After all the tribulation,Trials, the pain, the blood,After all the th