(you can tell where i got some of these lines...that's what being bored in math class'll do to ya!)
Sometimes life is a hole in the ground,
Tied to a wheel of greif and we're bound.
Everywhere is silence except for the sound,
Of dying, pain, and hatred all around.
It takes a little concentration.
It takes a lot of imagination.
Always heading for devastation.
Never-ending aggrivation.
This band of people needs to be led,
Out of the dark, where the blood is red.
They won't give in, they want me dead,
To Hell with the angry voices in my head.
We start to feel the pain inside,
Look around, no place to hide.
And even though we've all tried,
Might as well give up, we've already died.
Is there any hope to clear our minds?
Open the door, see what we find.
If only the countdown for life wasn't timed.
Hold out on them and break the binds.