Former FriendsThey were my friends.With these bright eyes,the kind I now despise.They were my friends.Tongues wagged around,'til they pushed me to the ground.They were my friends.They had that bad smell,and only two brain cells.They were once my friends.They were a waste of time,and had fucked with my life.They were my friends.We liked to party,'til things got dirty.They were my friends.They were my lads,though it was hard times I had.They were my friends.Not when they bound my feet,Put a dildo in my mouth.and treated me like dead meat.They were once my friends.They were a waste of time,that had fucked with my life.I won't be you.You can't be me.If I was you.What is there to see?I won't be you.I won't forgive.And if I did.I'd be fucking naive.
Zero FaithPlease review yourself,Remember everything you said.A burning document,Of the hate that you've spread.The clocks are marching,And I demand some answers.Of why you've hurt me,Of releasing needless anger.Your eyes, do they see,A side of life that is swathed?Your mouth, do not speak,Because I have zero faith,In you.All of you.Icon of reliance,Now a portrait of disgust.Trust is invalid,When everything has come to dust.It begs the question,Are you genuinely human?Of the wasted times I spent,I wish you were an illusion.It is official,That you are the world's enemy.A day of your loss,A night of your fall,Is our desperate remedy.
I Believe In NothingThey believe in love,But I see it as made-up.They believe in trust,But to me it's synthetic.They believe in Christ,When really it's just a story.Nothing is real,As I believe in nothing.I believe in nothing.
Dark EntertainmentComedy, the best medicine,But sometimes a sickness.A prescription to give you joy,Or drive you to madness.If you take it, will one side smile?Or won't you feel anything?Too much of it can give side effects,So laugh like you're pretending.It can also be a nice meal,Or a dog's dinner.You don't know unless you try it,But its taste may be bitter.Maybe, an impressive painting,Or a cheap eyesore.Something worth a thousand words,Or nothing, just asking for war.At times, it can be a t-shirt,But does it suit you?These colours should match to yourself,Otherwise they won't see you through.Might be a toy high on the shelf,That you can hold in your palm.Buy it, and play with it,Although it might be a ticking bomb.But as we know, it is a ghost,Infecting our TV screens.With its howling voices, these routines,Only funny to a generation so obscene.
Cyber NecrosisYou love,Everything they're showing to you,as you're breathing~~You see,Everything in sharpest detail,until you're bleeding~~Enjoy,The latest forms of sheer torture,made just for your eyes~~Now feed,The outrageous things you have seen,to all your children's minds~~And now you're infected,Feel your mind disconnect,By technological sickness,That's sending our world into madness.All our people are dying,All our friends and pets are dying,From a synthetic generation.All our people are dying,All our friends and pets are dying,From this propagating mutation,On the net~~,On every single screen~~And all in your rotting brains~~Switch on,To the next episode of pain,right into your skull~~These words,are constructed and sewn with hate,what could be the result?~~Deny,That popularity is not the disease,when it's the inhumane factor,to all our insanity~~Now die,When you are just a cold machine,desperate to spread the static virus,until we are, a numb withering
Time Is My EnemyTime is an enemy that I have to face,Always gets in my way when I need or want.It's like a wall obstructing all directions,Standing with a vacant look, and loves to taunt.Seconds matter, but why should I confront it?Impatience can become an act of violence.It can be a gigantic bear fuelled with hate,When I feel there's no use in sitting in silence.The fight with time is taken down corridors,Wasted moments fly by me during the brawl.Waiting for an end, waiting to just move on,With a part of my life where chances seem small.Could there be a relief, from this awkward event?Will I be able to jump around and shout?Hours and minutes don't even exist anymore,So to get what I need or want, I highly doubt.Time is an enemy that I have to face everyday,And killing it isn't always easy.
Shut UpRed lips speak these words.The beauty spot you're born withshould've been a zip.
RiskFalling into loveis like falling into depthswhere you can't climb out.You're free to walk any bridgebut not all of them are stable.
Rain Of BloodA war of no end,Missiles flying straight.Less chance of victory,More mortality rates.Within these grey skies,Somebody will die.Two oppositions,One cowers, one shoots.Tragedy unfolds,When engines go mute.Within these grey skies,Someone will lose the fight.And we stand and witness,The rain of blood,The rain of blood,The rain of blood.The rain of blood,In our hands.A war of anger,Debris falling down.Their hearts and their flesh,Scattered across towns.Within these grey skies,Nobody will be free.They laugh with contempt,And give that harsh smile.All hope is destroyed,And bodies lay for miles.Within these grey skies,Everyone's fate is foreseen.And we stand and witness,The rain of blood,The rain of blood,The rain of blood.The rain of blood,In our hands.The rain of blood,What is left of our men.The rain of blood,What is left of our nation.May God rest your souls.