Concert
The crowd roars with anticipation
Their devil horns up high.
Through other bands they have awaited
And towards the stage yell their longing cries.
As all go silent and the lights once bright are faded
And with a blast that’s heard throughout the night.
They appear on stage as lights are danced and their instruments are played
Then the pit begins and all jump in knowing they could die.
They emerge all bruised and bloody and some with a blackened face.
While on the stage the banshee wails are racking the crowd’s minds.
And below him his fans behold everything he’ll say.
And he sees the hunger burning in their longing eyes
They scream and yearn to be him, as they never may.
He is a god of this metal dark and black like night
And after playing like raging demons and have blown the crowd away
Finally they go to leave and suddenly the crowd ignites.
A sea of fans demanding that they stay
So with consensus one last song
From the Cradle to Enslave…
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I am white
A cylinder with a lump
Then a cylinder again
And narrowed down into a point.
I am laid down when not in use
With a hat encasing my head.
But as soon as I am picked up
I know something has gone wrong
And it must be made right.
My hat is removed
And my head is positioned above the mistake.
My lump is squeezed so that I bleed to cover the accident.
Then once again I am laid to rest
Until something else goes wrong
And I must be bled again.
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I Live
Cradled in the arms of destruction
I live
I live to see the last tear fall
From a scarlet stained face
Which then quickly fades to an unknown darkness
I live to become what others could not
To become complete oblivion
The annihilation of everything known
And in the end
Live to be nothing
Like everything that has come to pass.
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Anything
I want to make you happy
To never make you sad
I would do anything for you
Anything to see your smile again
You are everything to me
More than I could have ever dreamed
You make me feel alive
You are my reason for being
Ill be there for you
Should you call
No matter what I’ll be there
Should you need a shoulder to cry on
I’d even go through hell and back again
I would do anything just to see your smile again
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As I stare into the fire
Ashes burn
And pain expires.
But I feel the cold knife cut
Which brings me back to concious thought.
I feel the pain
And all the hurt
And yet I wonder what its for.
Deny me happy, joyfull times
For in this hell I am confined.
I see a light but it is dim
And slowly fades to black again.
All the hope I never had
Has made me wish that I was dead.
For get to live
Begin to die
As I travel from this life.
I stare into this mirror
Full of shattered glass.
Reflections of no future
But a broken past.
So I slit my wrists
And start to slip away.
Deny me not that which I pray for everyday.
Do not stop me
Do not try.
Leave me be
And let me die.
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Bleed away your life
As the knife cuts through your veins
Tear yourself apart
With the will to die insane
Creating crude obstructions
To verify your means
Death means nothing to you
But an everlasting dream.
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Lost
Cast out
Life means no more
Bury me deep
And forget me
Forget my scared body
My memories
And all the pain kept inside
Leave me die in peace
For in death I shall confide.
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This is a dream
This isn’t real
Push through your barracks
Start to kill
Drain the blood
Strip their flesh
These are your thoughts
While your at rest.
What would you do
Should this be real
You long to feel that twisted thrill
Impatience building
You lay still
So arise from darkness
And start to kill.
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Out in the darkness
I was left all alone
All my walls crashing down
While hate owned my soul
So I hid
And I lied
And let it all stay inside
And you could tell I was empty
From the look in my eyes.
But then came the day
That you stole me away
From the hell that I knew
And let me in like I, you
Now I sit and I stare
Into your eyes without fear
And I smile to myself
For I have someone who cares.
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Some gossip
Some start rumors
But it doesn’t matter
What they say has no meaning
It’s just lies
Only made up so they can comfort themselves
No matter what is said
No matter what is done
I’ll stand by your side
To spend only a moment with you
Is worth any amount of torture or ridicule
To hold you in my arms
Is more than I could ever ask for
To share a kiss with you
To feel your body pressed to mine
Is complete and total bliss for me
Now without fear I can say
With everything I was
Everything I am
And everything I will become
I love you.
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