The Lurking Fear
The dead they rot in pungent pools of blood
Corpses mangled - Bones and flesh decayed
Life not real - Tragic accident
Splattered cadavers fill this morbid room
Decomposing rotting flesh
Vomit from the smell of death
Faces of death haunts your mind
You can't leave the morbid gore behind
Corpses recharged from death by your hand
Fear of death turns into sand
Mangled bodies in the morgue
Cold cadavers on the floor
Semi-victims in a bag
Faggot zombies dressed in drag
Top Of The World
I vent my frustration at you old man, after
Years your ears will hear..You screamed that you
Tried, but it's words of a weakling and promises made
By a drunken liar [fucking liar]. Now you pick up that splintered
Chair, that was aiming for your head. A head that should
Have been long ago kicked in by me. Alone.
I won't lose a second of sleep for this...Don't touch me.
Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I learned my lesson well,
Somehow(?), from you. No tears. Can't clutch my regrets.
But these years of detachment have left me with
Demons now surfacing. But
Years your ears will hear..You screamed that you
Tried, but it's words of a weakling and promises made
By a drunken liar [fucking liar]. Now you pick up that splintered
Chair, that was aiming for your head. A head that should
Have been long ago kicked in by me. Alone.
I won't lose a second of sleep for this...Don't touch me.
Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I learned my lesson well,
Somehow(?), from you. No tears. Can't clutch my regrets.
But these years of detachment have left me with
Demons now surfacing. But