http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/684041Experimenting with a hip hop style this time around. Pretty fun stuff so far. Lyrics I have so far are as follows:
You may think he's insane from his last session
I can understand why you'd have that impression
But understand it's only through ruthless aggression
That he can ease the pain from his endless depression, question
Why he's the man that you see before you (Why?)
It's cause he only lives to adore you (What?)
Yet you burn a hollow hole through his heart, as you start
Down the hellish road that tears you apart
Have you ever felt that your dreams were someone else's
Like everything you have isn't yours?
And no one else around seems to know what true hell is
You lied to me, cried to me, tried to be oh so much more
Have you ever felt like you're drowning in sorrow
And everyone you loved is now gone?
You close your eyes hoping there'll be no tomorrow
I lied for you, cried for you, died for you waiting for dawn
The man meets an angel in disguise
She fell from the heavens through the fissures in the skies
The bearer of the truth in this world filled with lies
Gone the next day like the rest, no surprise, yet he's
Trying to pay her back for all that he owes her
But finds out that she's gone, didn't even get to know her
All the things that he had, all the good and the bad
Disappear one by one as he slowly goes mad
Failing to become everything that he's meant to be
Haunted by demons masquerading as memories
Friends and family are what they all pretend to be
He screams to the heavens: "Is this all that you'll send to me?"
Have you ever felt that your dreams were someone else's
Like everything you have isn't yours?
And no one else around seems to know what true hell is
You lied to me, cried to me, tried to be oh so much more
Have you ever felt like you're drowning in sorrow
And everyone you loved is now gone?
You close your eyes hoping there'll be no tomorrow
I lied for you, cried for you, died for you waiting for dawn
He just never knew what being a broken slave meant
Only ever worried bout being able to pay rent
Now he's falling like precipitation to the pavement
No one there to catch him, no one there to save him
Blending with society like puddles in the rain
Contemplating suicide to escape from this pain
No one sees his tears, no one hears what he's sayin'
No one knows his story or even knows his name
His entire life has become his greatest nightmare
Looking for his true self when his true self is right there
Broken into pieces, a mirror fell from heaven
A cryptic blessing signed "777"
He feels nothing but despair, 'bout to throw in the towel
Hoping for a way out but no lead to follow
Seems impossible to find a better tomorrow
Like trying to write a book without using any vowels
Delves into darkness, sleeps where the ghosts sing
Haunted by his past, but desensitized to most things
Demons in his mind beckon him with what he could be
Angels in his heart remind him of what he should be
Finally the devil wakes from his hibernation
The daylight blinds his eyes and fills his soul with new sensation
Looks into the mirror to see what demon he's turned into
But finds the greatest demons are the ones that live within you
Wandering this earth, trudging through the swamps of misery
How he made it this far still remains a mystery
Looking for an answer, abandoning his history
Slow metamorphosis into the man he wished to be
He's fighting back his fear, overcoming inhibition
Nothing slows him down, he's a man on a mission
Shrugging off the pain all his inner demon's dished him
Exploding out his cage like nuclear fission
Now all the secrets of his life are unfurled
Did the world turn its back on him or did he turn his back on the world?
I suppose we'll never know the true answer
The malignant tumor "solitude" spreads through him like cancer
Mind in a dark daze, searching for a purpose
Anything to prove to him his life isn't worthless
Whether something spiritual or something you can purchase
He'll take anything he's given to ease the pain and make it hurt less
Fire floods his heart and his rage fills his iris
The only thing that's left that could ever make him cry is
The loss of his fury and the thing that made him fight this:
The hatred in his soul that is nothing less than priceless
Hating to be loved and loving to be hated
Never has a harsh word ever gone unstated
This life was not his choice, it was only what he's fated
To bear upon his shoulders while constantly berated
From the hatred of his enemies and his hatred of society
Comes the need to change himself, change the world, change the galaxy
Eating at his heart, his hatred swallows insecurities
Chews them up and spits them like expendable impurities
For nothing is more pure than a heart filled with anguish
Only the demented ever speak the same language
Deaf to the faithful reading passage after passage
Blind to the loving leaving blessings in a package
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