Wheres the key to life,
To bring these dead babies back,
Test your mettle, paint it red,
With the blood of fresh undead,
I will decide upon your disease,
Only if you suffer will you be free,
I'm a pervert and I don't care,
I'll destroy you, Hope you are aware,
I'm disturbed, I'm demented,
Hope you don't mind, I'll take it out on you,
Out, out my lil pretty,
Out the door tattered and bruised,
Run, run tell everyone,
Of the slut you've become,
People like me is why evil was made,
Just seems wrong to everything you create,
My misery is your happiness,
My happiness is your misery,
Will you see, will you be,
All these things, That help you sing,
Who grows old, Who's complete,
When everything you want you keep discreet,
Kill me now, Strike me down,
For everything I've done, I've done wrong,
My mind run ragged with ravaged thoughts,
Each one wondering what new twisted desires brought,
No more will I be the one thought in need,
Done I am of the many times I bleed,
Stand up for yourself, I am the one who strikes,
To many times I thought this on empty nights,
Of this I'm sure you will see,
There will be no more of me
by
GracelessFallposted on 08/07/2008