A ProblemWell I have this problem you see Its a bit of a conundrum and if you take a look, you'll see That everything in my songs have to have rhyme or flow Have reason and be out of my controlA Problem
Now I cant help this little thing Doesn't seem that big in all honesty The inability to not rap in acoustic songs
But shouldn't I write about the demons in your heavens
and the angels in your,
Heck I don't know Lets just keep the rhyme and flow Of the beats, fly by, the blow for blow Of the drums slamming in tow Of the guitar which slams and jams Along with
The Way We GoStanding fast in a argument, politics So I stand my ground holding it Praying for the death of a man I'll never meet While missing my complete inability to beat The demons that have a hold of me and my soul Lest we take too long we suffer and become toolsThe Way We Go
For the demons in hell or the angels in heaven Have your own mind, reisist, refuse, regret
The least of the worlds woes In a way that we can all comprehend No im not asking you to cry to the sky Needing, wanting, wondering why
Because that just leads to the inability to reason If you live life like t
Filth LyricsI washed my hands a dozen times And they're still filthy, cause they're mine The filth won't come off of my skin This awful shell I'm standing in I'm breaking down I'm falling out I gotta scream I gotta shout Because there's no way to save me No way to save me nowFilth Lyrics
I am a man broken, defiled Unclean, unwhole, hated, reviled At least I am to myself as I drink to my failing health and I wanna break I wanna crack Until there's just no Way to turn back To what I had before To what I was before now
You let me touch y
--
Always looking for new readers and new input on his work ( [link] )
We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.
--
Theres no more way to try
If you just cant get things right
Turn the music up and lets get fucked up
Thats the soundtrack to my life
Previous PageNext Page