H S Th0mps0n
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- Posted: Wed, 23 Feb 2005 07:26:46 +0000
build upon the nothingness that envelopes
take to hand and work with what develops
don't destroy just lets enjoy the moment of peace
tendencies to travel far beyond with no way to cease
the ever spreading infection, growing from what is within
giving up what we see and just hearing a breathrin
never worrying about what is consuming them
there is always void to make what was bright turn dim
possible to cure, but are willing to take the risks
an ever changing concept of what we view ourselfs dipicts
a swirling mass of entity, a judgement of what we wish
as in jesus christs last supper, this is your last dish
a cold revenge would be my last breath, my enemies to demolish
meet them up in hell with me while i resign in
a place i know all to well, a place i hold in sin
not proud nor angry with what i have done
it was all for the pleasure, all for the fun
a calculated decision, on something that can't quit
so grab onto what you can, hold onto what you get
build safe a place that you can hide
what little sanity remains, what little pride
not worth the skin on your back, you dig deep inside
looking for answers, knowing whats devoloping can provide
the stimulation of the hatred, eating out what was once hidden
pulling away the scabs, the pest you try to ridden
from your soul your body, your entity of all
and as we soon tear down the wall
a new place to call home, a new place to fall
as shining with blood running through the hall
the fathoms return and crawl and claw their way to the air
soon a gaping hole is formed, the goul has shown no sign of wear n tear
now you have seen the truth, the way you really are
what you'de been searching for near and far
yet the question resided from what you subsided
and grew stronger with the malace and pain, your mind divided
with one path to fear, the other to chaos
what the words of the fayt have called forth demons from séance
your body is trampled, beaten and bruised, you kneal in defeat
now learn to evolve and not to repeat
for the world is ever turning, changing in its ways
forming new paths, new lives gain a birth day
the ever flowing cycle, like words from mouth to pen
to keyboard or microphone, the true mcee twists words to win
now the day has ended, the sun sleeping tight, the moon over casting
like the storm i envoke, the chaos of words, i leave all fasting.
well...hope its good.
take to hand and work with what develops
don't destroy just lets enjoy the moment of peace
tendencies to travel far beyond with no way to cease
the ever spreading infection, growing from what is within
giving up what we see and just hearing a breathrin
never worrying about what is consuming them
there is always void to make what was bright turn dim
possible to cure, but are willing to take the risks
an ever changing concept of what we view ourselfs dipicts
a swirling mass of entity, a judgement of what we wish
as in jesus christs last supper, this is your last dish
a cold revenge would be my last breath, my enemies to demolish
meet them up in hell with me while i resign in
a place i know all to well, a place i hold in sin
not proud nor angry with what i have done
it was all for the pleasure, all for the fun
a calculated decision, on something that can't quit
so grab onto what you can, hold onto what you get
build safe a place that you can hide
what little sanity remains, what little pride
not worth the skin on your back, you dig deep inside
looking for answers, knowing whats devoloping can provide
the stimulation of the hatred, eating out what was once hidden
pulling away the scabs, the pest you try to ridden
from your soul your body, your entity of all
and as we soon tear down the wall
a new place to call home, a new place to fall
as shining with blood running through the hall
the fathoms return and crawl and claw their way to the air
soon a gaping hole is formed, the goul has shown no sign of wear n tear
now you have seen the truth, the way you really are
what you'de been searching for near and far
yet the question resided from what you subsided
and grew stronger with the malace and pain, your mind divided
with one path to fear, the other to chaos
what the words of the fayt have called forth demons from séance
your body is trampled, beaten and bruised, you kneal in defeat
now learn to evolve and not to repeat
for the world is ever turning, changing in its ways
forming new paths, new lives gain a birth day
the ever flowing cycle, like words from mouth to pen
to keyboard or microphone, the true mcee twists words to win
now the day has ended, the sun sleeping tight, the moon over casting
like the storm i envoke, the chaos of words, i leave all fasting.
well...hope its good.