False Promise

You are led to believe the false truths that you are beautiful-When only you are as ugly as your shit.

I must hold on, If I let go-I fall too

Everyday of your childhood life you take for granted. You never know what its like to lose your loved one till you wake up to her/him screaming when they come to take her/him away. You knew it was going to happen. For the past month and a half thats all you have been talking about. Everyday you talk about what is going to happen or what could happen and how you'll handle it. When the moment comes, no matter how prepared you think you are, you are as unprepared as when you first came upon the issue. You feel like your a limbless man with your mouth duct taped while your chained to a tree forced to watch your loved one dangle on a cliff edge. You feel so helpless but so willing to help. As information comes to you at hand about this persons faults and mistakes, you begin to question your stance with them. Trust,love and passion have to be looked at again from a new angle. Others connected to the loved one begin to make their choices as they too are thrown into the mix. You can only delay, with the idea you will know more. You remain strong on the outside, while inside your soul cries and you crumble at anything that was once connected to the loved one. Around you things start to crumble-frienships, family-they all start to fall like the roman empire. This earthquake of you life. You run from these callopsing buildings with fear that you will be toppled. When running you find a building,a friend, who needs your guidance and support. You go to him/her and do what you can so the building that connects to the rest doesnt crumble before you. Inside, your empire has crumbled. When all is said and done you dont go back to pick up the pieces. Others start to point fingers at you-like you caused this earthquake. It seems to not bother you. Still you walk away from the rubble, the mess of your life, to a high point to reflect on things. The friend for which you help, returns the favor. You decide to go back to the rubble and you start picking up the mess. Others see this and start joining in. You look at the mess and finally you become stronger than you have ever felt. You must hold on for if you let go-you fall too.

Its time for me to strike

Something to

Grab the gun(Run!) It's another way to die
People running(Gun!) Never asking why
Tear Drops fall(Pain!) Blood drips and all

God can you hear me?(no no no no) God do you fear me?OOOOhhhhhh!!!
God is that pain in your eyes? Are we the human sacrifice?

Gods hitman-----what should v.2 be?

I got ammo in my uzi clip and fire in my eye
I got will, I got no heart, and I'm willing to go and die
I'm a christian on a mission, to kill those who'd kill me first
Cuz I aint gonna buy this pain instead i'm selling hurt!

Dont fuck with me --Im gonna fuck with you(god's hitman)
This will be the last time that you live!
Four bullets to you chest and one to your head(god's hitman)
I'm God's hitman and I am gonna shoot you dead
God's got me here and he wants you to be dead(god's hitman)

Monkey

Monkey butts and cigarettes are all that we have left.
Ashes fly in the wind of the life that we once lived.
Our cries are nothing but tears and moisture of the eyes.
At one point in time there happened to be the things we called our lives.

For in this dream, we so seek sought.
Our nightmares are all but real.
We fight the demons we have found with only our little knife.
And the pain seems so ever real.

Puff
Puff
Puff
The smoke fills the rooms
Puff
Puff
Puff
The smoke engulfs your lungs. 2 puffs away and the high is all but gone.
The room starts to morph
The colors all do change.
Puff
Your mother walks in
Puff
Puff
Your hands change
Puff
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The voices dont go away
Puff
Puff
The are all here to stay

Our dreams we wish were real
Our lives we hope to be a dream


We can only wake from one