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Safe By Saved

I crashed my burn - With one bullet - Death did not shadow me, that day - She became my shield to the gun i wield - Lead did the talking instead - Blood riddled pavements - Wounded by a knife which refused to take my head - The words used by what the Judge said - Murdered by protection of those who harms - Now you will wake by hells alarm - Suffer you will when dawn breaks and i awake by my fate - Then fear will find you by my disgrace - Your prayers will not mend your save - Never will be safe by saved.

poem by Unic Cjonr
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On My Shadow's Head

You talk about law
You talk about fate
You talk about money
And finally hate
You're bringing me up
You're spinning me round
And I'm dancing now and you're shouting
at me from the crowd
You talk about wars
You talk to the stars
You cry with my soul
From a window with bars
You spirit me out you follow me home
You're walking on my shadow's head
I'm never alone
You martyr the good
Find food for the weak
You nourish the fool
With the wisdom you speak
You're haunting the man
Who shows no remorse
You're walking on my shadow's head
And changing my course
You talk about wars
You talk to the stars
You cry with my soul
From a window with bars
You spirit me out you follow me home
You're walking on my shadow's head
I'm never alone
You mock the sinner
Who's back of the street
Not convinced by his lies
You attack him in sleep
Then you punish the child
Years after the deed
You're walking on my shadow's head
So I never cheat
You talk about wars
You talk to the stars
You cry with my soul
From a window with bars
You spirit me out you follow me home
You're walking on my shadow's head
I'm never alone
You martyr the good
Find food for the weak
You nourish the fool
With the wisdom you speak
You're haunting the man
Who shows no remorse
You're walking on my shadow's head
And changing my course
I thought I could handle myself, but you
raised the alarm.
I was driven by ancient forces, and you
were always with me -
Breathing deeply, laughing freely, beating
evil.
And for ever I can hear and see you,
staring into the eyes of your endless faces
Never looking for escape, just a new shape
Still talking, still talking
Walking on my shadow's head
I will see you when we're all dead
Walking on my shadow's head.
Still talking
Walking on my shadow's head

poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Why Did I Have To Die

they promised they'd be there
for their friends wedding day
they promised they'd be there
for their friends wedding day

but they drank and drove anyway
they crashed and died before the end of the day
and deaths hand took them away
their family standing waving them away

they said they'd be with us forever
they said friendship
is the that keeps us all together

when we were kids
laughing and talking away
adults would ask us about drinking
and never knew what to say

now were older
still laughing and talking away
but when adults ask us about drinking
we say were doin it every day

why don't we just say
yea
im drinkin away my life
i might as well be slitting my throat with a knife
and erase my future kids and wife

so now im gonna get in this car
and drive
when i told you i'd never do it
i guess i lied

now im crashed and dear
and why
because to everyone i ever knew
i fed a lie
and after the crash
death stared me in the eye
and refused
when i asked to say bye
and as i floated away
i watched my friends and family cry
then i asked myself
why did i have to be stupid
why did i have to die

poem by Marco Jimenez
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Dont Go & Put A Bullet In Your Head

Yeah,
(thank you jesus for the song)
Hey, hey hey hey...
Dont do it, dont do it
Dont go and put a bullet in your head
Just turn your life around instead
Dont go and put a bullet in your head
Im gonna get it
But workin nine to five just doesnt let it
I feel Im wastin time and I regret it
Cant even feed my kids and my wife
Oh Im longing to find it
A taste of the sweeter life oh my
Only takes a little time
( no dont do it )
Dont go and put a bullet in your head
Just turn your life around instead
Dont go and put a bullet in your head
Oh my oh my
Aint got no credit
Cant even pay my rent
Where will I get it ?
Theres a liquor store right down the block Ill get it
Cant even feed the pain in my heart
Oh Im longing to find
( Im longing to find )
A piece of the bigger pie, oh my
( a different kind )
Only it takes a little time
( a little time )
(no dont do it)
Dont go and put a bullet in your head
Just turn your life around instead
Dont go and put a bullet in your head
Oh my oh my oh my ...
Dont go and put a bullet in your head
Just turn your life around instead
Dont go and put a bullet in your head
Put a bullet in your head, oh my
Oh my, put a bullet in your head, oh my
Dont go and put a bullet in your head
Just turn your life around instead
Dont go and put a bullet in your head
Oh my, oh my oh my.

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Heart Of Stone

All the blood in their souls pour out,
look for something in the dark
Blinded they find nothing
another lust given in,
another trust shut within
Listen to him speak so holy,
father God, I'm saved
That's fall that matters let the rest burn in hell
Preach false,
a sin is a sin,
doesn't give you the right to condemn then to hell
they know their wrongs you don't have to tell them their faults
Once you were a sinner
how would you like it
if someone laughed at you because of your wrongs?
I'm not here to accept their sings
but I'm here to show them love within
Listen to him speak so holy, Father God I'm saved
That's all that really matters let the rest burn in hell.
No Matter how hard you try
you can't convince me that you represent Christ
No more, I'm fed up with this... you've already killed too many souls
It's time you wake up and see the truth Christian,
I stand no afraid of my beliefs
Learn to love your enemies,
to open their eyes you must be willing to die
Look at your own wrongs before you look at someone else's
You want to save souls or put souls to death
Giving our savior a bad name,
giving me a bad name
You're so wrong with your beliefs,
sit in church every week,
but never do you help the weak
This is time to take back what's ours,
not to give the world what's ours
Don't you want to see everyone saved
or just yourself with a river of blood on your hands?

song performed by by Underoath
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Bring Me To Life

How can you see into my eyes,
Like open doors ?
Leading you down into my core,
Where I've become so numb.
Without a soul. My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold,
Until you find it there and lead it back home.
Wake me up inside,
Wake me up inside,
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run,
Before I come undone,
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Now that I know what I'm without,
You can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real,
Bring me to life.
Wake me up inside,
Wake me up inside,
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run,
Before I come undone,
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Bring me to life,
Bring me to life.
Frozen inside without your touch,
Without your love, darling,
[Only you] Only you are the life among the dead.
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems,
Got to open my eyes to everything.
[Don't let me die here]
Bring me to life.
Wake me up inside,
Wake me up inside,
Call my name and save me from the dark.
Bid my blood to run,
Before I come undone,
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Bring me to life,
[Bring me to life],
Bring me to life.

song performed by by Evanescence
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Invincible

My love, wake up, the drums are coming near,
Our army waits, their catapults are drawn,
The gate is sealed, the moat's bridge hoisted clear,
Our seers have warned about this blood drenched dawn:
Should fate be worst, your asp in basket waits,
My page has sword, unsheathed by his side,
Our noble fathers, gloried in these traits,
Not to surrender, but to die with pride:
Now, bid the shepherd swains to come and dance,
The bards, the jesters, spice the merriment,
We'll win, but then, we all can die, but once,
So while this threat, like none is imminent:
......For we're in fortress, safe from all that harms,
......We are enclosed, we have each others arms.

poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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You Really Got Me Now

You're dancing with your shadow
You been talking in your sleep
Well you can walk on water
But don't want to wet your feet
You really got me
You really got me now
You know I don't know how you do it
But you really put me through it
You got me
You say you talk to everyone
Who is anyone in town
But they don't recognize you
With your foot out of your mouth
You really got me
You really got me now
You know I don't know how you do it
But you really put me through it
You got me
Who am I to judge a man
Who says he's his own biggest fan
It's true
You brought a knife out to a gunfight
And you're shouting that I'm dead
My old friends Smith and Wesson
Think you're in over your head
You really got me
You really got me now
You know I don't know how you do it
But you really put me through it
You got me
Repeat

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Through the Depths of Despair

Through the Depths of Despair
By: Adam M. Snow

Through the depths of despair;
where we are drowning in air;
consumed by hate and fear.
We're tormented and scorned;
as if we're not born;
and death is lurking near.

With the dreams we yearned;
with Hellfire we are burned;
as we remain caged by our sins.
We are digging our grave;
waiting to be saved;
as our suffering begins.

In the depths of agony and fate;
death approaches as we wait;
we lay to rest our head so weary.
We ponder all fate and dreams;
with the darken moonlight beams;
we awake, cold and dreary.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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The Ghosts Of Dawn

The Keeper Of The Kingdom Now Has Come Down So Down
To The Earth Below To A Blinding Glow
To A Sound To A Haunting Sound
It Now Can Be Seen It Was Man Not Machine It Was Man Just A Man
Amazed He Survived Amazed To Hear A Sigh
Is There Someone Else Here?
Feverish Laughter Breaks Upon Their Lips
The Tortured From The Hereafter Appear In His Midst
They Dance Whirling Around Him A Sirens Song His Fate
They Begin Singing Softly
"Death Comes To Those Who Hate, Death Comes To Those Who Wait"
"How Could You Lead Us On While You Stayed On High
How Could You Lead Us On To Stay Frozen In Time?"
"How Could I Lead Them On To Something They'd Never Find"
Why Did I Lead Them On To Something That Was Only In Mind?"
And Now He Fades Away

song performed by by ZeroHour
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Pavements

there are traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
sadly looking at us
pavements are like history on strata and decaying leaves
there are booksful of words on the pavements
on the pavements
there are faces
ı haVE BEEN ACquı Nted with
looking at me lonely and sadly
the pavements look as they have come from above
and constructed there
on the pavements
there are many memories carved
there are lonely traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
we tread on
ı have acquinted with... faces look at me sadly and lonely
the pavements must have drunk from various waters
from many sourCes and fountains
who guesses who passed and gone on this pavements?
there are traces on the pavements
there are faces on the pavements
looking at me..lonely and sadly
when ı walk
and stroll on them lonely and slowly and slowly
Ali TÜRK KESKİ N Translatı on Metin SAHİ N

poem by Metin Sahin
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Collision

Collision, my mission,
When the dawn breaks
With a handshake
Relaxed and feelin great
Screeching head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
All the days plans
All the shaken hands
Beepers and suntans
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
Collision, my mission
Head on, head on, head on, head on
(sample of people talking)
When the dawn breaks
With a handshake
Relaxed and feelin great
Collision, my mission
Head on, head on, head on,
Head on, head on, head on,
Head on,
Head on,
Head on

song performed by by Faith No More
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Screaming For Vengeance

Hey listen dont yhou let em get your mind
Fill your brain with orders and thats not right
Theyre playing at a game that draws you closer
Till youre living in a world thats ruled by fear
Always takin baby out thats o.k.
What theyre givin maybe its out of phase with me
Told you once youre never gonna win the race
Same old no tomorrow kicked in the face
We are screaming for vengeance
The world is a manacled place
Screaming, screaming for vengeance
The world is defiled in disgrace
Tie a blindfold all around your head
Spin you round in the torture before the dread
And then youre pushed and shoved into every corner
Then they lead you out into the final slaughter
As the sweat is running down your neck
All your praying fors to stop you body breakin up
Oh your heart is pumping gonna soon explode
Got to fight the horror of this mental load
We are screaming for vengeance
The world is a manacled place
Screaming, screaming for vengeance
The world is defiled in disgrace
So you wait it out and bide your time
Rip off that straight jacket gotta break that line
Everyone who wins in the great escape
Leaves a thousand more who suffer in their wake
I dont talk about it but thats alright
Tables turned now theres a revenge in sight
If it takes forever babe I tell ya I can wait
Send them screaming back through their hells own gate
We are screaming for vengeance
The world is a manacled place
Screaming, screaming for vengeance
The world is defiled in disgrace

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Theology in Extremis: Or a soliloquy that may have been delivered in India, June, 1857

"They would have spared life to any of their English prisoners who should consent to profess Mahometanism, by repeating the usual short formula; but only one half-caste cared to save himself in that way." -- Extract from an Indian newspaper.

MORITURUS LOQUITUR.

Oft in the pleasant summer years,
Reading the tales of days bygone,
I have mused on the story of human tears,
All that man unto man had done,
Massacre, torture, and black despair;
Reading it all in my easy-chair.

Passionate prayer for a minute's life;
Tortured crying for death as rest;
Husband pleading for child or wife,
Pitiless stroke upon tender breast.
Was it all real as that I lay there
Lazily stretched on my easy-chair?

Could I believe in those hard old times,
Here in this safe luxurious age?
Were the horrors invented to season rhymes,
Or truly is man so fierce in his rage?
What could I suffer, and what could I dare?
I who was bred to that easy-chair.

They were my fathers, the men of yore,
Little they recked of a cruel death;
They would dip their hands in a heretic's gore,
They stood and burnt for a rule of faith.
What would I burn for, and whom not spare?
I, who had faith in an easy-chair.

Now do I see old tales are true,
Here in the clutch of a savage foe;
Now shall I know what my fathers knew,
Bodily anguish and bitter woe,
Naked and bound in the strong sun's glare,
Far from my civilized easy-chair.

Now have I tasted and understood
That old world feeling of mortal hate;
For the eyes all round us are hot with blood;
They will kill us coolly -- they do but wait;
While I, I would sell ten lives, at least,
For one fair stroke at that devilish priest

Just in return for the kick he gave,
Bidding me call on the prophet's name;
Even a dog by this may save
Skin from the knife, and soul from the flame;
My soul! if he can let the prophet burn it,
But life is sweet if a word may earn it.

A bullock's death, and at thirty years!
Just one phrase, and a man gets off it;
Look at that mongrel clerk in his tears
Whining aloud the name of the prophet;
Only a formula easy to patter,
And, God Almighty, what can it matter?

"Matter enough," will my comrade say
Praying aloud here close at my side,
"Whether you mourn in despair alway,
Cursed for ever by Christ denied;
Or whether you suffer a minute's pain
All the reward of Heaven to gain."

Not for a moment faltereth he,
Sure of the promise and pardon of sin;
Thus did the martyrs die, I see,
Little to lose and muckle to win;
Death means Heaven, he longs to receive it,
But what shall I do if I don't believe it?

Life is pleasant, and friends may be nigh,
Fain would I speak one word and be spared;
Yet I could be silent and cheerfully die,
If I were only sure God cared;
If I had faith, and were only certain
That light is behind that terrible curtain.

But what if He listeth nothing at all
Of words a poor wretch in his terror may say?
That mighty God who created all
To labour and live their appointed day;
Who stoops not either to bless or ban,
Weaving the woof of an endless plan.

He is the Reaper, and binds the sheaf,
Shall not the season its order keep?
Can it be changed by a man's belief?
Millions of harvests still to reap;
Will God reward, if I die for a creed,
Or will He but pity, and sow more seed?

Surely He pities who made the brain,
When breaks that mirror of memories sweet,
When the hard blow falleth, and never again
Nerve shall quiver nor pulse shall beat;
Bitter the vision of vanishing joys;
Surely He pities when man destroys.

Here stand I on the ocean's brink,
Who hath brought news of the further shore?
How shall I cross it? Sail or sink,
One thing is sure, I return no more;
Shall I find haven, or aye shall I be
Tossed in the depths of a shoreless sea?

They tell fair tales of a far-off land,
Of love rekindled, of forms renewed;
There may I only touch one hand
Here life's ruin will little be rued;
But the hand I have pressed and the voice I have heard,
To lose them for ever, and all for a word?

Now do I feel that my heart must break
All for one glimpse of a woman's face;
Swiftly the slumbering memories wake
Odour and shadow of hour and place;
One bright ray through the darkening past
Leaps from the lamp as it brightens last,

Showing me summer in western land
Now, as the cool breeze murmureth
In leaf and flower -- And here I stand
In this plain all bare save the shadow of death;
Leaving my life in its full noonday,
And no one to know why I flung it away.

Why? Am I bidding for glory's roll?
I shall be murdered and clean forgot;
Is it a bargain to save my soul?
God, whom I trust in, bargains not;
Yet for the honour of English race,
May I not live or endure disgrace.

Ay, but the word, if I could have said it,
I by no terrors of hell perplext;
Hard to be silent and have no credit
From man in this world, or reward in the next;
None to bear witness and reckon the cost
Of the name that is saved by the life that is lost.

I must be gone to the crowd untold
Of men by the cause which they served unknown,
Who moulder in myriad graves of old;
Never a story and never a stone
Tells of the martyrs who die like me,
Just for the pride of the old countree.

poem by Alfred Comyn Lyall
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A Murder In The Clouds

I had been wondering off
In this dream by which I was bound
Until I was awoken
By some horrific sound

I had come upon
This murder in the clouds
Way up I could be
And I couldn't help myself but to see

That poor murdered girl I saw that day
Way up in the air
Had a far away look in her eyes
And blood filled her hair

That day to me
Was so very clear
And there was not a single thing
That I had to fear

I remember everything
The red on white
The evil glare of deathly eyes
And that final devilish bite

An oh so perfect time
Had turned very bad
When a happy little girl was murdered
All because of her dad

He crashed her special day
With a hit on her life
That started with rays of sunshine
And ended with a knife

All fucked up on drugs
With his arm in a cast
His daughters special day
He wanted to be her last

And due to
A backstabbing son of a b*tch
An almost perfect life was ruined
By one heartless bruin

Because it was on that gloomy day
Amidst all of the crowds
That a poor girl lost her life
In what is known as the murder in the clouds

poem by Matt Burgett
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The Death King

I hired a carpenter
to build my coffin
and last night I lay in it,
braced by a pillow,
sniffing the wood,
letting the old king
breathe on me,
thinking of my poor murdered body,
murdered by time,
waiting to turn stiff as a field marshal,
letting the silence dishonor me,
remembering that I'll never cough again.

Death will be the end of fear
and the fear of dying,
fear like a dog stuffed in my mouth,
feal like dung stuffed up my nose,
fear where water turns into steel,
fear as my breast flies into the Disposall,
fear as flies tremble in my ear,
fear as the sun ignites in my lap,
fear as night can't be shut off,
and the dawn, my habitual dawn,
is locked up forever.

Fear and a coffin to lie in
like a dead potato.
Even then I will dance in my dire clothes,
a crematory flight,
blinding my hair and my fingers,
wounding God with his blue face,
his tyranny, his absolute kingdom,
with my aphrodisiac.

poem by Anne Sexton
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Paradise Knife And Gun Club

Joe Bob was as rough as they come and prone to blow his stack
Kenny Dean was in the suicide scene and sneakin' behind Joe's back
Sneakin' around with Joe's girl June she liked the boys in the band
And when they all got together on Saturday night it was easy to understand why
They called it Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
There's drinking and dancing to the music of Bobby Lee and The Blackjacks
It was Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee
Now the owner of the place was a man named Jack and he wouldn't take talking back
He was married to a woman named Mae she took up the slack
He knocked ya out and she'd drag ya out and leave ya in the parking lot
And when you'd wake up in the mornin' with a busted head you're just happy that was all you got
Come Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
There's was drinking and dancing to the music of Bobby Lee and The Blackjacks
It was Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee
Well the night that Joe Bob found out that Kenny Dean was sneakin' around with June
He caught Bobby Lee in the band in the middle of an old Hank William's tune
Bobby Lee cried out your cheatin' heart that was just the spark it took
And when the fighting got started everybody took part and that whole damn building shook
Till the sheriff came out and he stopped the bout hauled everybody to jail
When the judge saw the blood and the chewed up ears he turned a whiter shade of pale
He said good God ya'll what's happened here somebody started World War III
Kenny Dean just grinned the best he could and said your Honor it seems to me like it was just another
Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
They was drinking and dancing to the music of Bobby Lee and The Blackjacks
It was Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee
Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
They was drinking and dancing to the music of Bobby Lee and The Blackjacks
It was Saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee
Lord if you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee

song performed by by Lonestar
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God Save Us

God save us!
This new life has brought us this new knife
Its worthless and mindless to preach. I resist that!
God save us!
This new life has brought us this new knife
Its worthless and mindless to preach. I resist that!
I am what you despise
I am just a disgrace you will never embrace
The strength will rise
Everything that I do burns against you
These words are just a speck
In what you call my lifes wreck
Mistakes forsake and every word will break
This is hard to believe, I am not what you see
All the pressure is breaking down on me
I will take what is mine and wont waste any time
Dont believe in what you want for me
God save us!
El control has brought us
El color de sangre y hambre, its our turn
We will burn!!
Liar! this life is mine
My intentions are real, this is my killing field
I will not shine
Our souls turn to rust, turn our bodies to dust
My life is just a trek
In what you call my last breath
Mistakes forsake, then every word will break
This is hard to believe, I am not what you see
All the pressure is breaking down on me
I will take what is mine and wont waste any time
Dont believe in what you want for me
This is hard to believe
All the pressure is breaking down on me
I will take what is mine
Dont believe in what you want for me
God save our souls, yeah
God save us!
This new life has brought us this new knife
Tu control, tu color, its our turn, we will burn!!
I am what you despise
How can I be oppressed and then confess?
The strength will rise
Everything that I do burns against you
These words are just a speck
In what you call my lifes wreck
Mistakes forsake, then every word willbreak!!!!
God save us!
This new life has brought us this new knife!!

song performed by by Ill NiO
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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God Save Us

God save us!
This new life has brought us this new knife
Its worthless and mindless to preach. I resist that!
God save us!
This new life has brought us this new knife
Its worthless and mindless to preach. I resist that!
I am what you despise
I am just a disgrace you will never embrace
The strength will rise
Everything that I do burns against you
These words are just a speck
In what you call my lifes wreck
Mistakes forsake and every word will break
This is hard to believe, I am not what you see
All the pressure is breaking down on me
I will take what is mine and wont waste any time
Dont believe in what you want for me
God save us!
El control has brought us
El color de sangre y hambre, its our turn
We will burn!!
Liar! this life is mine
My intentions are real, this is my killing field
I will not shine
Our souls turn to rust, turn our bodies to dust
My life is just a trek
In what you call my last breath
Mistakes forsake, then every word will break
This is hard to believe, I am not what you see
All the pressure is breaking down on me
I will take what is mine and wont waste any time
Dont believe in what you want for me
This is hard to believe
All the pressure is breaking down on me
I will take what is mine
Dont believe in what you want for me
God save our souls, yeah
God save us!
This new life has brought us this new knife
Tu control, tu color, its our turn, we will burn!!
I am what you despise
How can I be oppressed and then confess?
The strength will rise
Everything that I do burns against you
These words are just a speck
In what you call my lifes wreck
Mistakes forsake, then every word willbreak!!!!
God save us!
This new life has brought us this new knife!!

song performed by by Ill NiO
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Paradise Knife & Gun Club

(chick rains)
Joe bob was rough as a cob
And prone to blow his stack
Kenny dean was in a suicide scene
Sneaking behind joes back
Sneaking around with joes girl, june
She liked the boys in the band
And when they all got together on saturday night
It was easy to understand why
They called it saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
And theres drinking and dancing to the music of bobby lee and the blackjacks
It was saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee
Now the only other place was a man named jack
And he wouldnt take talking back
He was married to a woman named may
She took up the slack
Well he knocked you out and shed drag you out
And leave you in the parking lot
And when you wake up in the morning with a busted head
Youre just happy that was all you got
On saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
And theres drinking and dancing to the music of bobby lee and the blackjacks
It was saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee
Well the night joe bob found out
That kenny dean was sneaking around with june
He caught bobby lee and the band
In the middle of an old hank williams tune
Bobby lee cried out your cheatin heart
And that was just the spark it took
And when the fighting got started
Everybody took part and that whole damn building shook
Until the sheriff came out and stopped the bout
Hauled everybody to jail
When the judge saw the blood and the chewed up ears
He turned a whiter shade of pale
He said, good God yall
Whats happened here, somebody start a wwiii
Well kenny dean just grinned the best he could
Said your honor it seems to me
Like it was just another saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
And theres drinking and dancing to the music of bobby lee and the blackjacks
It was saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee
On saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
And theres drinking and dancing to the music of bobby lee and the blackjacks
It was saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee
On saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
And theres drinking and dancing to the music of bobby lee and the blackjacks
It was saturday night at the paradise knife and gun club
If you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee
Lord, if you was looking for some trouble you could find it I guarantee

song performed by by Lonestar
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Book of face

My words are carried to scentences around the world, in a book, screened with faces - In my dreams, i scream to wake, my blood was raked - My prayers are real, why am i fake - The rainbow destroys what is left to my fate, my faith, lies in the gun - Forfeit to my hate, the bullets - By the speed of sorrow, lead shatters, which are bones broken, waisted marrow - The night, the creep, my darkness weaps - My brains on the wall, is what my reaper reaps - A mind to the wall, death made her call - My voice rings the bell, beneath the gates of hell - Do not be a tool to the fool, kindness is cool

poem by Unic Cjonr
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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