CHILDREN

THEY ARE SUCH INNOCENT CHILDREN
WHEN BORN TAUGHT NOTHING ABOUT HATE
THEY LOVED AND LAUGHED 
AND THE ANGELS LOVED THEM

THEY CHASED THE FIRE FLYES
AND PLAYED GAMES
WE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND
GIFTED WITH THE GIFT, PEACE

WHO STEALS AWAY THE CHILDREN 
WHO MAKES THEM FEAR AND CRY
WHO INVENTED THE GAME HATE
IT'S THE GAME THEY NOW PLAY

ALL THE CHILD IS GONE
AND THE WORLD CHANGED
AND WHO STOLE THEIR INNOCENT
AND WHY
POOR CHILDREN ALL LOST AND LONELY
WHO TOOK THEM AWAY

Holy Sunday Spended at Church.
Weekend Worship wasted away.
Visions of Angels praying to God.
A single preist walks down the aisle holding his head high.
A flash of darkness appears through the stainglass windows.
The flutter of wings is heard throughout the hollow halls.
The glass shatters and enters a serpent like Demon.
His hiss penetrates all that stand in its way.
The evilness is felt by all the patrons that sit lifeless in the pews.
The Happiness and Joy has come to a halt.
Blood has taken the holy wines place in the grail.
And the devil sit’s in the confession booth.
Spiritualism is Dead.

Michiganders will never allow January to push them down.
They'll fight back
Flip off grey skies
Piss away dense fog
To look for the sun
Screaming:
"Screw winter! Screw winter! Screw winter!"
This is their seasonal mantra
This they cry to the ancestors
Who planted their family roots
In Frozen grey soils.
For these people
Winter is dead by January

Another Dedicatioon

You went out of here 
but we still remeber
How you lived and sung
and the lyrics that changed us
The lengend you made
lives on

The people miss you
and maybe you can still hear the mourners
They pass underneath the open sky
You can see you in your child
Maybe you loved us 
The human sodiety for what we are

Now you are gone
Alot happier I hope
Your members found new lives
Still you haunt their hearts

Your music still plays
and so does the voice that still sings
and I'll dedicated all the stars
to the one and only
     KURT COBAIN

I am lonely again
I just lost my only friend
to a dead man's wife
and there was nothing to do
So I stood by
and let you leave that night

I'm sad again
I wish the sorrow would soon end
but it never will
no matter how many people they kill

I hurt again
my heart just doesn't mend
why does he have make me this  way
It's the only words
he knows how to say