I keep writing, but I’m more of saving.
Seeking what I’m finding, the truth engraves itself into the scene.
The canvas is plain, the blood brings out the picture, I’ve seen the future of course.
It’s bright and clean, dark and dirty, the choice is yours to bring fourth.
How well do you know me?
How many times have you actually witnessed?
What did i say and how much can you remember?
When you look out the window of your life, tell me, what do you see?
A path riddled with debris and strife or a nice summer breeze?
How’s all the clutter in your closet?
Isn’t it time to wash your hands clean with some dreams.
I keep writing, but I’m much more on saving it for a rainy day,
In a folder I’ve compiled marked by a star, hidden underneath the waterfall.
We’ll take up our lives and blow off the dust, peel back the layers of decay.
Read page after page, maybe we’ll get an idea of the price I had to pay.
How well do you know the truth?
How many lives have you lived on Earth?
What did it take to change the tune?
When you look in the mirror, do you see a picture becoming clearer?
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Just tear it away,
Revealing it every day.
Try to get at me, but I stomp on you.
I’m made of stone,
You scratch and peel your nails and moan.
Bleeding from the finger tips trying to get me to fold.
But in the end I’m standing strong,
Ignorant little shit.
Speak of what you do not know.
Lash out in haste,
I bet your little pussies wet.
Think of me in your bed.
I was born and bred from blood of that maroon mud.
I was washed and baptized in fire and guts.
What made you think you stood a chance?
The fact that I put you in a trance?
Come now little girl,
Still you think you know the world,
When ignorance is bliss away your common sense gets pissed.
I’m made of flesh blood and bones.
Yet I hit as hard as I come, so beware when you cast your stones.
I’ve got a fucking record for killing little sluts.
Step on up get in line face the monster that grinds and builds and in the end kills.
Spin your head around and bash your dreams, the motherfucker with a brutal will.
What happened to your soul?
How’d it get so rotten?
Was it because when you saw my face you lost all control?
Found yourself day dreaming and on a roll?
Thrashing about, couldn’t get your fill.
Away you dreamt of me butt fucking you til shrilled?
What happened to the hardcore bitch that had an attitude?
Don’t want to fight it anymore?
Want to bow down and bleed yourself, little toy?
I’ve been in your head for as long as I can remember.
Still you won’t let it go.
