On my way to the cage
I'm getting taught a lesson
On my way to the cage
I'm choking on the medicine
On my way to the cage
I'm stepping hard on four leaf clovers
On my way to the cage
I'm learning the same thing over and over
On my way to the cage
The taste of blood is in my mouth
On my way to the cage
The fear is in their eyes
On my way to the cage
My animal blood is pure
On my way to the cage
No regrets and no last words
(Chorus)
On the way to the cage
I heard the crowd roar
Thoughts of you were long behind me
I couldn't ask for more
The lights are almost blinding
Come closer, see yourself in my eyes
And fear me
And fear me
Your soul on a leash
Your mind on a string
Your world's inside my fist
You put yourself above me
But there's something that you've missed
You always say you hate me
But you watch me anyway
It's a pain you can't resist
On my way to the cage
I'm larger than life, laughing at death
On my way to the cage
I'm tripping on pain and feeling fine
On my way to the cage
You're paying your price and I'm paying mine
On my way to the cage
I'm watching you cry and wave goodbye
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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Happy Birthday, You.......
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Pense que se me iba a olvidar, queria que se me olvidara, pero es imposible...
We knew it all from a little thing
It was everything in our first minute
And it took us to another place
Yeah another place and we fell in it
How dare you not remember
How dare you walk away
We adored every little thing
Every little thing would leave us breathless
Every dawn spelled another day
And in another day we weren't so restless
How dare you not remember
How dare you walk away
And I wanted you so much
Just like I do right now
I wanted us to be the one the poets write their books about
I wanted it to last
I wanted to grow old
But life got in the way
We walked around in a heavy haze
We were stuck in days of so much warring
We got lost in a tricky maze
Yeah a tricky maze that was so scarring
How come you can't remember
How dare you walk away
Then you start to add the little things
Add the little things and trip the mighty
Now we got a little bitter thing
A little bitter thing that grew like ivy
And how dare you not remember
How dare you walk away
And apathy grows quietly where rapture used to fly
And promises and certainty have left love here to die
Won't you stay and don't let this one fall away
And I wanted you so much
Just like I do right now
I wanted us to be the one the poets write their books about
I wanted it to last
I wanted to grow old
But life got in the way
Yeah well life got in the way
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Learn From this Mistake
Friday, August 8, 2008
I've come so close, its almost hard to believe
When you're up close it blinds you brilliantly
Just one rush, can change your life forever
Just one push, can end it all together
Why can't we learn from the plague that surrounds us-
Learn from my mistake.
Theres no shoulder to cry on when you have no shame
Theres no finger to point, when you are to blame
Open book, in my eyes shows you rain, then storming
I can't look, when covered by the nothing and the suffering
Learn from my mistake
Believe me all my friends, in the dning of the story-
There's no junkie out there with a happy ending
It consumes you, haunts you like the devil
It's the art of process that kills off all the rebels-
Learn from my mistake
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Throes Of Rejection
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
This is feeding what I am.
It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound.
It's the type of pain you really dig and long for.
I've always been insecure to open up and show love.
Some pretty girl with long hair, some bald guy writhing.
rejection...
The kind that's self induced.
The tongue that's bitten through.
The nauseating stab.
Is feeding what I am.
A short fuse.
If there really is a god, then it's punishing me constantly.
She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wanted more.
But no. I'm reduced to a Rottypanol snort and a lot of drinks.
This shit goes on and on. Just look down my pants.
Rejection...
It ain't a fucking game.
My human dick to blame.
A sociopathic plan.
Is feeding what I am.
Rejection...
Takes life away from eyes.
Will give you to the skies.
It makes me more than a man.
Is drowning what I am
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Lies.... I don´t know what they say....But.......
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Sometimes I feel like a man that has two broken hands
All of this thrown at me, sinking me neck deep in sand
They can't kill me no more, I don't know what to say 'cause it's lies
Lies
Underneath all this, they should see the man that I am
All of my life I've been tried and then persecuted
They can't kill me no more, I don't know what to say 'cause it's lies
Lies
Underneath all this, they should see the man that I really am
I've been tried and persecuted
Lies
Undenied
Cold shackles inches from the knife
I defy
What's mine shall be but nothing stands the time
Not surprised
It's the same to sleep as it is to rise
Lies
Undenied
Cold shackles on my hands, inches away
Death or life
Look deeply into my eyes
Fire on fire
Way to be and get a fucking ride
Some desire
A "fuck you" soars through the sky
Lies
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Monday, May 5, 2008
Its difficult for me to get a grip on what you mean
When you stick you fingers in your ear
And create another scene
You always step into the traps set perfect in yor path
Busy going crazy over whose knifes in your back
Dive inside your blackest stare
The one thats saying do you date
Screaming that youre scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Whos split between the beams
It doesnt seem to matter
Its nothing
Dead a dream is dying
Its nothing
Best friend I never had
Play me to the point of pushing me too far away
I can only say whatever, ambivalent to your game
You can pretend to the mirror,
Its the lie you tell yourself
And I wont walk on eggshells thats
A dance for someone else
Dive inside your blackest stare
The one thats saying do you dare
Screaming that youre scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Whos split between the beams
It doesnt seem to matter
Its nothing
Dead a dream is dying
Its nothing
Best friend I never had
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