...and humor me for a few minutes.
I've been dabbling with lyrics for a few songs I wanted to eventually compilate with the band I'm putting together and wanted the insight of as many of you as I could.
I wanted to see if my song writing was getting shallow, but I can't trust myself for obvious reasons.
Also I was looking for constructive criticism if you felt the need to offer any, but I'd really appreciate the afore-mentioned shallowness check.
Alright, here's the P.O.S. I wanted ya'll to gander at.
I've been dabbling with lyrics for a few songs I wanted to eventually compilate with the band I'm putting together and wanted the insight of as many of you as I could.
I wanted to see if my song writing was getting shallow, but I can't trust myself for obvious reasons.
Also I was looking for constructive criticism if you felt the need to offer any, but I'd really appreciate the afore-mentioned shallowness check.
Alright, here's the P.O.S. I wanted ya'll to gander at.
Quote:
I feel the need to vomit, purge this body of its sins.
A forceful finger down the throat or images that singe
eyes that should have never gazed upon the debauchery of man.
Innocence is stripped away as perversion reigns on high.
A massive, floating monster of corruption in the skies.
Words scream from my mouth, but they are not mine.
The eyes that now partake of life are scratched red and blind
by hands that are of another's touch standing slightly out of view.
I hear the cry of children tonight, but sunlight warms anew.
Day break is upon us and all I can do is cry for the souls
of the lost and damned that will not return or even try.
A heart weeps for all, but holds its love for only few.
It tries to be enamored, but all it thinks about is truth.
A forceful finger down the throat or images that singe
eyes that should have never gazed upon the debauchery of man.
Innocence is stripped away as perversion reigns on high.
A massive, floating monster of corruption in the skies.
Words scream from my mouth, but they are not mine.
The eyes that now partake of life are scratched red and blind
by hands that are of another's touch standing slightly out of view.
I hear the cry of children tonight, but sunlight warms anew.
Day break is upon us and all I can do is cry for the souls
of the lost and damned that will not return or even try.
A heart weeps for all, but holds its love for only few.
It tries to be enamored, but all it thinks about is truth.
