As the day begins to fade
they come and take you fare away
to a place of distant dreams
a place for not but memories.
For victims of the memory
They lay in thought of open dream
And see themselves as happy things
Back before that twisted scene
Oblivious to hope they know
You must reap that with which you sow
Even if you weren’t aware
Even if you weren’t all there
(I guess that’s why they call it rape)
The weak is what they prey upon,
To take from you then say so long
And leave scares deeper than you thought
And claim they gave you what you want.
But want what? From these sleepless dreams?
But want what? Twisted memories?
To lay in loss and lay in wait
For justice, anticipate
…………………………………………………………justice never came-
not before or after they withered away……
To see so many victims lay
Hurt and helpless ever may
But I refuse to be that way...
…………………………………………………………the scares run deeper than I thought………
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as days fade and nights grow, and we grow cold. but this time. we'll show them. we'll show them all. how much we mean.
as lead rains. pass on through our phantoms forever forever. like scarecrows that fill this plain. i'm burning forever and ever know how much i want to show you your the only one. like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun. and as we're falling down. and in this pool of blood. and as we're touching hands. and as we're falling down. and in this pool of blood. and as we're falling down i see you your eyes. and in this pool of blood i meet your eyes i mean this. forever