Interview

Hi there your son just died in a freakshow

So would you please give me an interview

We just wanna shoot you

Your photographs would do

Sorry but I am not that photogenic

Fuck my son he was never ready

To bring me the fame I always wanted

To give me the money I cud’ve flaunted

But that’s not done you’re son is dead

How could you say what you just said

We wanna have your comments

On this tragic Incident

Fuck you bitch you are Intruding

It’s my life u’r making it public

I don’t wanna talk anything about him

Coz all his actions were motherfuckin sins

What’s u talkin? What was your son into ?

Why are u pissed What wrong did he do ?

People are waiting on TV

To see this catastrophe

Get lost, I’m sick you journalists

And all you modern media pricks

My son dint feel no pain, He was on Cocaine

He dint get my share, he deserves being slain

Shocker for the nation You’ve all seen this

She was being shot, she dint realize it

Reporting live for Chuck TV This is Phoebe

Your reporter with cameraman Tucker P.D.

Enemy Engagement Tactic

Holla, lets go

Jump in to my rumble let’s crumble

Their fair share of pie

Down down we go under

Their skins torn we plunder

Lets encroach and let’s get them frantic

Lets use the enemy engagement tactic

Run in the cover of all my defenders

Lets do it again tonight

Bonnie from the right, Clyde on the left

And Ted’ll give them hell, he’s adept

Lets encroach and let’s get them frantic

Lets use the enemy engagement tactic

Lets preach how to breach the code of conduct

And everything that’s mad in town let’s abduct

Let’s give their land to Illegal Immigrants

Lest they forget that whoever bore the brunt’s

Have a place to claim peace and lets puke

On their leaders are let’s give them 2 hoots

Over the hills and into the valley

I can see all the voluntary infantry

They are ready to kill but they’re still

Lets drop our own bomb’s and have some Jim

Lets encroach and let’s get them frantic

Lets use the enemy engagement tactic

Chased By War

Yet another cold dark night

I heard the sound someone passed by

I chased all night I went behind

To the fortress following the hot cry

They were to be found in their pride

Their glory ride etched in memories define

The plight of everyone who went

To wage a war with the reapers men

No one survived

No one remained

They all fell down they bleed

They all hail the Mujahiddeen

Yet another sword still hangs

Slayer says Jesus saves, naïve souls

The broken necks and twisted tears

Blood to sweat got kingdoms to blow

Mercy for my kings and their men

I went felt I was pleading down on knees

Transition to a time unknown

But the hell of war was to be seen

No one survived

No one lived

I still fear getting killed

A holy day for the Fidayeen

Out from the fortress and into the dark

I gotto runaway, gotto get far

I want a time Machine

To take me away from War

Cosmic Pain

Out in the bright sunshine

We are driven by madness

We are driven by anger

We are driven by pain

No sorrow for leaving or living in the burning hell we feel

We been healed today

Of all our suffering

We are blessing all with our cosmic pain.

Out on the midnight streets

We are driven by passion

We are driven by lust

We are driven by hate

No more love we need and we don’t want to beg and plead

We been blessed today

With eternal hatred

We are breeding hate with our cosmic Pain

And wherever we go

We know governments follow

Coz if we could sell them for

Hate, with love we’d do it tomorrow

And wherever we are

There’d be the democrats

The republican’s and all of

Those who’s minds are still narrow

If to wish is selfish

And it’s bad to blame

I wish I could bless your thought’s

With our Cosmic Pain

Coz to you war is a game

They kill in your name

I wish I could bless your warlords

With our Cosmic Pain

One n Two

Those who have done it in the past

Are bound to it again

They in their rage against

The system, are in perpetual pain

For every man who dies

Two would go Insane

Coz it’s sorrow they taste

As they wander down memory lane

Coz just one dies !

Those who held their head up high

May just live for evermore

They will throw both hands up in the air

Too much metal is more

Chronic pain to flesh and bones

It’s making us Insane

Coz anger we carry to the grave

And regret all they call gain

Coz two went Insane !

Once again the shuffle is done

You were lost in it so move over

We’ve found out the one’s for us

To stand besides and tagged along us

Coz just one dies

Two would go Insane

Yet another rejection

And dejected we go

For our souls addiction

You are not the one we know

You would remain a dream

Remain a memory, forgive,

But no longer we’d be in sorrow

Coz you’r photograph still lives longer than you !

A river called dream

For a thirst that couldn’t be quenched, a man has broken all barriers, that were built in his mind, from his very childhood. He heard all that the preacher had to preach and the teacher had to teach. But while the preacher preached and the teacher taught he let his mind wander into the woods so deep. He found a river called dream and he drank from the river and with new found vigor he started to weave in his thoughts all the memories which had faded like a meaning less dream. His throat had dried at what he had seen in one of those dreams and he felt the purpose why he tried to wander in the first place facing a defeat. Could this thirst ever be quenched? Or should the man with his thirst be lynched.

The man may not repent for his thirst once quenched. He may come back again to the river but with a burden of walking away from all he was taught coz in his mind it is quite a wrong thing to trip and wander while the preacher preaches and the teacher teaches. He is not living for it and not living for anything that could hold him back from chasing his dream. Thirsty if he may feel in the midst of his run he is off late willing to drown in the sea of emptiness that exists in his dream. All the world has spun around and come to a stop and now they stare at him as if he is the one leaving a frenzy behind coz he is dying letting out a scream!

Steeeeeeel

Strike when it’s hot

Slash to get cold

One’s this life’s gone

You can have 7 more

Spend your life today

Live Lesbian Live Gay

Its all for you to feel

Brothers in Metal live for steel

Rust not in peace

I can cure the disease

I administer the dose

And the doors close

Buy some life today

Some pets for u to prey

Everyone wait’s for the Kill

Brothers in Metal live for steel

friction Scratch abrasion

Eternal mental combustion

Ground meat for a fusion meal

All hail Metal live for steel

Eclipse to escape addiction

Overtly brutal tension

Save me once before I die

Get me Steel and Baptize

Burn some red fluid by my side

I want to see sacrifice

Flirt with with the guillotine

Brothers in Metal live for steel

Your only true friend

When you feel all alone and there is no one by your side.

When in dire straits of despair and on chilly nights

Count on me and take my shoulder, cry as much as you like

Coz I am your only true friend, the one who’s always besides

One apprehension too many but am I not even worth a try?

What if I have a syndrome to get psycho at will every time

Give me chance my friend and u’ll cherish it all your life

Coz I am your only true friend, the one who’s always besides

What if I always appear gray,

What if there no light ahead

What if I always appear at day,

And in the darkest night I am dead

All you gotto do is move out to

Find some moonshine, I’ll be guiding you

I have never left you alone and

Wonder what more I could do

One last time before the sun sets on your burnt hot screams

Tell me I am the one to help you through this trouble

Use me abuse me coz you still need me, want me in your dreams

Coz I am your shadow and I decided to burst the bubble

Darkness

Forget me coz I’m not the one, I’d maybe say and go
But lest you ignore the fact that they’ve worn that robe
Coz it tells a story and have you heard the sounds
Oh it’s a plague that occurred and it still hounds
When its winter I still have the seasonal affective disorder
A fear that has Jaws and has taken all I had, to devour
And I am left weeping, gnashing my teeth, Justice not in sight
I am doomed, burning in despair, in Darkness cold as ice

In het geniep, on a kali night, I faced suffering and death
I lived in it, building a propaganda, nurtured till my last breath
Mein Teil! Mon Ami! is closer to 0 on a 24 bit system display
Don’t you tell me you’ve never felt much happier and see a shining ray
It affects you as much as it does me unless you cease
To understand that it could appear to be rigor mortis
And you are left weeping, gnashing your teeth, Justice not in sight
You are doomed, burning in despair, in Darkness cold as ice


Let thy life be not proud,
Coz darkness is still around,
There’s still time to change and set a different sail
Lest to your coffin darkness assigns nothing more than a rusting Nail!

Lavender

Before I stuck on it I never knew it could be this good
Allomihomies have also approved
Tis damn too good to bid farewell to, but what to call it?

Lavender. Yes now I got stuck on you.
Everytime I look at you
Everytime You pass by me
Everytime I dwell
Everytime I smell
Lavender. I know you are a good reason.

Before I stuck on you I never knew you could kick asses
Allomihomies are just Punk asses
You are the one to give us all we need, but what to give you?

Lavender. Now we got on you.
Everytime We get around
Everytime You take us high
Everytime we Plan
Everytime we Jam
Lavender. We need you for a good season.

Before we stuck on you we never knew we were just mortals
We could do you till we could find ourselves
But once we find what we look for you would leave us
And this is something we know for sure please stay with us
Everytime a memory yeah, just like Gregory yeah
Everytime a nostalgia, till the time we remember ye
Lavender just don’t go, stay in as a trend
Lavender just don’t leave, stay our friend

My Tornado Rests

They reached out with stilettos in their hands
No fear of whatsoever for Christ’s sake they felt
They chased us all the night and harder we ran
Out of sight when we were out of our breath
We swore revenge and assigned our foe
The curse of being destroyed by my Tornado

Make hay while my Tornado Rests
Time is short, give life your best
While My Tornado Rests


We were made what we never thought to be
You lived by the rule of the axe forever killing us
Still taking it all in our stride we hoped for peace
Now the time has come to give you some of our stuff
To spin you around and berserk you go
You’re the fuckin enemy of my freakin Tornado

Make hay while my Tornado Rests
Time is short, give life your best
While my Tornado Rests

Take a Holiday while my Tornado Rests
Time is short, strengthen your fists
While my Tornado Rests

Be on your way while my Tornado Rests
Time is short, you got to pass the test
While my Tornado Rests.

What Sells..

As long as you could make it unique

Or so the least to speak, This is what sells

As long as you turn the weird on,

Both the Sun and a Gun, This is what sells

As long as you skip the faux pas

And be able to make out in the park, This is what sells

As long as you conquer new frontiers

And could call everyone a reject, This is what sells

As long as you can have square wheels

And have an excellent feel, This is what sells

As long as you at will could get psycho

And Slam the girly onto the floor, This is what sells

As long as yours is thick as a brick

Oh yes I am talking bout you prick, This is what sells

You know if the china is not as white as snow

All will live for what they grow, This is what sells

Have you ever heard of Tectonic plates

Or lines on the earth to spread hate, This is what sells

Have you heard of the most loved Evangelion,

And how he became a hellion, This is what sells

Do you still feel you need lectures and lessons

Or are you now self sufficient, To know what sells

Written on Post

I only do this once in a while

When the blue moon is out by night

Could this be restricted to the year of the mice?

No, I am so sure I won’t be held back

Cuz I don’t follow the piper or his pack

But these fonts and cursor still cut and slice

Are you listening whore?

To what I’ve written as post

And you are pissing me more!

Driving me to the next holocaust.

What do you feel about what I write

Do you feel this kid is bright.

Yeah I know sick! And yes I heard the cries

And so to save you dying here I write

Look at how the space is utilized

And how these fonts and cursor cut and slice

And are you seeing this whore?

All that I’ve written on post

You are just pissing me more!

Driving me to the next holocaust.

Can you give me another point of view

Coz all my life I’ve been cursing a few

And I don’t know if that’s what I am doing now

How I’m sure I’d love some fodder back

It’d be the tonic I need for the next crack

It won’t break your back I’m cock sure somehow