For idiots life Seems to be a game A constant hunt For grace and fame I hear them laugh And I think to myself My life was meant For something else My
Oceans of sadness Overflows me Feels like I'm leashed And can not move Depression entering my lungs And as I choke it graps my soul It feels like I am
Welcome to the night Now when the moon is full It's getting late It's time for bed, you Better sleep Inside your head the nightmare is true The dance
loud, We're mean We're carving a crimson career Liars and betrayers are scared Cause their blood In the gutter will flow Brimstone move forward to reign As we're carving
eyes Holding a long carving knife in one rotting hand Blood spurted and then gushed as the blade slit her deep Cutting, sawing, and slicing Carving mental
so this is how it is without your love. so this is perfectly fitting that i sense your body rising up. you're a comfort to taste but i wake to no one
This City is lost as I am. Standing still on an unfriendly sidewalk, Staring at the flickering streetlights... Gently pressing my palm against the
It's not you that have been hurting for this long my arms can't hold this much cause i'm not strong enough to bear this oath, I swear now in front of
. (Carved In Stone) When you follow the masses, or follow your own. One last chance, one last dream. (Carved In Stone) Before your future will be, Carved
is a knife in the back - trust is a bullet through the head - you're under my skin but i can carve you out - like a parasite i can carve you out it burns
my head these empty words we share become bitter the more we use the more i lie, the more i die a smile, an emotion that keeps ? carved in my face
to kill Your pain i see Carve! Theres something inside! Carve! Theres nothing inside! Carve! Theres something inside! Carve! it's not done til over Carve
: Gone, is the black horizon But not the images of passed time Dead, are many of the warriors Who fought by my side Now as i carve the names in stone
is left now Is only names carved in stone Forgotten heroes underground Not much is left now Some rusty nails, some rotten bones The dead heroe's names carved
Squeezin on a neck until it's all outta breath You wanna hear me rap about being the hardest Well fuck that from now on I'm an artist I carve pumpkins
out of the sky. Shrapnel from a car bomb takes the lives of all who were near. Terror tactics designed to spread disorder and fear. The names carved
does he know? And the sound of all of this was so appealing So simple in the secrets we were told I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling and dreamt of heart carved
Carve your heart out yourself Hopelessness is your cell Since you've drawn out these lines Are you protected from trying times? Man, it takes a silly