I woke up this morning with blood on my hands I looked at my clothes They were stained with red Images of last night flashed in my head Razor blades and lollipops The blood-soaked towels were still on the floor And the sheets that I slept on were redder than before Smeared on the wall in blood and tears Were words that haunt me still Razor blades and lollipops My arms were covered in blood And my legs hurt like hell There were so many cuts And deep open wounds Razor blades and lollipops I'll never forget that horrible night The day before they sent me away When they found me in a pool of blood Screaming out loud Razor blades and lollipops |
| The tint of the blood The sharpness of the blade It always makes everything Just seem okay The cutting I so Makes me feel best The hardest part being Covering the marks on my chest They are always so plain Always right in view to see But ever cut I make Seems to be not seen in vain My life I keep killing Blood flowing oh so quick What's all of this stuff Does my life seems trick? The tint of the blood The sharpness of the blade It always makes everything Just seem okay. |
| I thought about suicide A couple times through. My hands are shaking now, What should I do? I tried to get help from 'friends'far and few. But no one cared, Not even you. I cry aloud In my heart too. But no one understands, The pain I've been through. I feel so unaccepted From the worlds point of view. As if I'm not good enough, Or I won't do. My eyes are getting heavy And I'm getting rather cold. I think this is my last breath, And I'm only 16 years old. Satan walks right in, Through my front door, He wants my soul, Nothing more. He creeps up the steps, And through the hall, As I sleep, I hear him call. He enters my room, And looks around, Picks up a picture, And throws it down. He boldly steps over it, Without a second thought, He calls my name, His breath feels hot. I try to scream, But he has stolen my voice, He says I am his, And don't have a choice. He grabs for my arm, And holds me tight, I can't get away, Try as though I might. I am now his, My life is done, I was once innocent, But evil has won. |
| Peer out the window and what do you see, A finger on the trigger and a smiling face, Though it appears there is no target in this place, Be sure to check carefully with all your grace, Are you sure no one's there? Would you be willing to bet your last breath of air? Just one answer to appease, What says you won't be on your knees? Can you see it? Is it clear? Is it apparent you death is near? In your world do you reign? Or are you stupid, To realise a bullet just lodged In your brain, The back of the head, You won't hear any answer from the dead. |
| morbid angel spread your wings the time is now for morbid things Christ is gone, we are here don't you know you've got nothing to fear spread your wings spread your wings come on and follow me morbid angel sedate me bring me death swollen dreams morbid angel go now, fly you'd better go before you die spread your wings spread your wings come on follow me time is now for evil things |
| I feel like breaking down My eyes are bloodshot red Reflection shows a frown There's suicide in my head I just keep getting high There's nothing else to do I'll end up left to die Or beaten black and blue I'm falling to the ground It sucks to be right here Insanity is the sound That comes in loud and clear |
Dolls of voodoo Pierced with pins One by one For all our sins Push them in Push them hard Flip it over Devil's card Tear you open Bleed me out Twist the blade Scream and shout We play this game Who plays us Puppeteer above In who we trust Serene sound Eyes of light Vision his promises With blinded sight Spoken truth Souls fly Bluff is called You soon will die Seek the fire From the realm below Eat from the hand Who tempts us so Hunger you have Hunger I'll feed Deal I've got Limits freed Life is yours Live it to death Spare the rules Of the eternal blessed Morphean ethics Essence listens Center of light Darkness glistens Strength revealed Power within Feed it more Savage sin Seeded evil Growing fast Splitting fibers Of the iron cast Fuel burns The world you own Sit atop Your demon throne Look around Soon you'll see Your soul is bound Bound to me Pay the toll For bleeding gold For all is yours Price your soul |
| I speak, but no one hears I tremble with all my fears I cry...the tears from my eyes...they flow But no one cares, because they don't know I keep my secrets, and pretend that I'm okay. I pray...to never again see the light of day. Each night when I go to sleep I hope not to awake from my unconcious keep. But alas, I wake each morn Another day to wish that I wasn't born Another day to go through... Another day of feeling blue. Yet I continue to wake, so I must be here for some sake. So maybe one day the depression will end and my mind and heart will once again mend. Wouldn't it be just a waste if I didn't hang around, just in case happiness was actually found. So I stay, and I wait, and I leave my destiny up to fate. |
| Blood-curdling screams Can be heard from the river of dreams Wash away your fears In a flood of blood red tears Time ticks away As night follows day A witness at the scene Of a site so obscene That she tears out her eyes A child never lies But is often misled The hungry are never fed One body on top of another The sadness of a mother Who has lost a child So meek and mild Drowning in sorrow For her there is no tomorrow |
| The Sorcerer cast his spell And raises the demons from hell Trouble is brewing It will make shocking viewing The sky will turn black There is no going back The city will be thrown into turmoil There will be nothing left to spoil Nothing but ruins and brick That’s what becomes of devilish tricks Beware when calling on the Dark Lord Be sure that you agree a price you can afford There is no point in taking a leading role If you have to give up your soul A member of the living dead You should have turned to the Good Lord instead Pray for salvation Or else face damnation |
| I slashed my wrist Gave the knife a final twist In a search for inner peace Some sort of release Going to pump a substance into my vein To try and release the pain You can call it self-abuse Or just another excuse To avoid facing up to reality That’s just my mentality I am into self-denial I cough up phlegm and bile I am going to try starvation In the hope of salvation |
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