Making stupid calls,
All you want to cause is fright.
Sick and tired of how everythings a…
Fight, fight, fight!

Stand tall, lie, vanish, won’t die.
Feels like an endless cycle.
None of us wanted on this ride.
We’ve been round too many times.
Its why i’m oh so dizzy.

Give us all a break.
To be honest,
This is more than I can take.

Spouting half a sentence,
You cannot finish a line.
Its like listening to rabid madness,
And now we’re out of time!

Stand tall, lie, vanish, won’t die.
Feels like an endless cycle.
None of us wanted on this ride.
We’ve been round too many times.
Its why i’m oh so dizzy.

Give us all a break.
To be honest,
This is more than I can take.

I put my new face on; how does it look?
Think its going to fool that petty bunch of crooks?
You say no but I don’t agree.
Those brainless fools can barely say, thee.

Ignore the calls to be a wannabe.
Mount heads on pikes like a celebrity.
Cause down in the dirt is where we’ll remain.
Now say it loud and proud,
We are insane!

Sad state of affairs that they run the show.
But if i’m being honest, do you they though?
Part of you says yes while the rest shouts no.
Truth is they’re just as lost in this permenant flow.

Ignore the calls to be a wannabe.
Mount heads on pikes like a celebrity.
Cause down in the dirt is where we’ll remain.
Now say it loud and proud,
We are insane!

Factor this and picture perfect that.
To me it is more claptrap for your mouth to flap at.
Declare I’m rude at the top of your lungs.
Remind you of that when you fall down some rungs.

Ignore the calls to be a wannabe.
Mount heads on pikes like a celebrity.
Cause down in the dirt is where we’ll remain.
Now say it loud and proud,
We are insane!

Back at unlucky number seven.
Everytime I reach it I end up in heaven.
That might sound wrong but for me it is right.
Cause every visit means I have an angel to fight.
And I’m so sick of the endless vicious war.
Its why I’m demanding that I want no more.

Count and skip.
One beat is missing and its quick.
You know the number so don’t try to act false.
Otherwise you’ll be a ghost, no pulse.

Leaving for dust the damning of seven.
Much rather if my luck failed at eleven.
Whether the hour of not would suit be fine.
Might get a chance to indulge in wine.
But no my number is in the top ten.
Someone gave me a contract to sign with a pen.

Count and skip.
One beat is missing and its quick.
You know the number so don’t try to act false.
Otherwise you’ll be a ghost, no pulse.

Scorched by the armies of light.
I’m the only one aware of my plight.
Apparently no one else took up the offer.
Proves how stupid I am to have not consulted proper.
Too late its done and so this is my world.
Hopefully one day this curse will be unfurled.

Count and skip.
One beat is missing and its quick.
You know the number so don’t try to act false.
Otherwise you’ll be a ghost, no pulse.

If you want me to be more than I am then i’ll never be enough.
Trying to twist my opinions is not up to snuff.
For I am who I wish to be.
Don’t like it then walk the hell away.
Cause I won’t change just for you.
My life is my world and if you choose me, it comes too.

Staging an intervention hoping to get your sordid little way.
What kind of being do you think will answer such a pray?
I’ll tell you for free that’s it is none.
So stop with the torment, sickening.
And if you can’t deal then talk to me.
Oh wait, its over and I’m back to being happy.

Slag me off and see how much more I couldn’t care less.
One day to someone you’ll wish to confess.
Thankfully it won’t be me who is forced to listen.
Anyway it’ll probably only be to gain a position.
Sway over whoever the poor soul is.
Luckily, I’ll be getting on my with own biz.

Boil from the coil that’s housed within.
Can feel my fist begin its clenching.
Try as I might the feeling won’t go away.
Doesn’t matter, wish I could say.

Cause I’m seeing red.
I’m seeing red.
Anger rising up inside.
It breeds disaster and kills all light.
I’m seeing red.
Soon you’ll be bled,
Cause I’m seeing red.

Staring far but never wide.
Trying to keep a lid on a wild ride.
Please run and get so far away.
If you don’t you won’t live to see.

Cause I’m seeing red.
I’m seeing red.
Anger rising up inside.
It breeds disaster and kills all light.
I’m seeing red.
Soon you’ll be bled,
Cause I’m seeing red.

Systems failure on a gigantic scale.
All attempts to calm will fail.
I know this pattern all too well.
It chimes for me as clearly as a bell.

Cause I’m seeing red.
I’m seeing red.
Anger rising up inside.
It breeds disaster and kills all light.
I’m seeing red.
Soon you’ll be bled,
Cause I’m seeing red.

And this last verse will be a beg.
Keep on running unless you wish to dead.
Not a threat I assure you fully.
It’s just when I change my mind goes woolly.

Cause I’m seeing red.
I’m seeing red.
Anger rising up inside.
It breeds disaster and kills all light.
I’m seeing red.
Soon you’ll be bled,
Cause I’m seeing red.

Served the discord up on a plate.
Eroded away entities once chosen fate.
Archaic in terms of stolen design.
Nobody who remains will ever be fine.
So pull the cord and wait to see.
Got a feeling we’re not breaking free.
For too much disaster has raged between.
Leaving nothing but a smile too pristine.
With evil intent looming just below.
All of us wish we could scream, just go!

Sever the sections with a blunt tool.
So numerous are those who can be called fool.
Perforate and commiserate that which lingers.
Disconnected and unable to feel our fingers.
What a state to find oneself in.
Our minds are trapped in a invisble spin.
Compounding failure atop flounder.
Would rather be pinned to the ground here.
For crows are quicker than decay.
Its why we all wish our lives would end, OK?

Fall like petals from around the flower.
Much like toppling drunk out of a tower.
No cushioning against the ground below.
Count and then listen for a soul to say go.
Unfortunately this world is not by decree.
And so we are left to waste away violently.
A thread woven through what little remains.
Emptiness is all this place contains.
Pick and pray that demons do not know.
Otherwise they’ll ascend claiming me, them and you.

When we throw it down.
We plead for the crown.
Beg forgiveness from a heart.
Rather than turn toward whats dark.

But if you lie here in wait.
Passionless souls will take,
Split the sun and claim.
What lies within your fame.

Employed by harsh movements.
Lacking new improvements.
Fashioned from clay obsolence.
Vain in a forced conscience.

Barreled down a ‘fall.
Hear nothing but this call.
While you pick at fruit and see.
This is the end, you brought it to be.

Come near me and I’ll lash out!
Lash out.
Come near me and I’ll strike you down!
I know you’re only spoiling for a fight.
But honestly you can have the crown.

Fading pictures caked in years of dust.
So many broken and lost by mistrust.
Fractured figures of hollow pleas.
Disgusted by everybody’s…

You carved a will from the beauty.
Decided to mount a war to loot me.
Saw it coming but sat and watched.
You might be soiling but I’m not.
For death is easy while livings hard.
I’m not deranged like you are without heart.
So offer something that isn’t blood.
Though mark my I’m not to be misunderstood.

Cause…

Come near me and I’ll lash out!
Lash out.
Come near me and I’ll strike you down!
I know you’re only spoiling for a fight.
But honestly you can have the crown.

But here…
In the midst of madness and fear!
With celebration on demand!
Time to lend a disfigured hand.

Come near me and I’ll lash out!
Lash out.
Come near me and I’ll strike you down!
I know you’re only spoiling for a fight.
But honestly you can have the crown.

Leering at the beautiful sky,
I smile from ear to opposite eye.
Crooked look upon my mug.
Then down my beer I do chug.

Monster in sheep’s clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.

Weeping for the fallen star.
I grab my weapon of choice, a bar.
Think me cruel well you’ll soon see.
When I split your head like an oversized pea.

Monster in sheeps clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.

Paralysis is but a state.
Unlike death it can and should wait.
But the same cannot be said for me.
For I want blood cause it fills me with glee.

Monster in sheeps clothing.
Life is filled with loathing.
Chew up feeble bones.
Ignore the tongues making groans.
For madness wallows… in the midst.

Next night begins the same!

Leering at the beautiful sky,
I smile from ear to opposite eye.
Crooked look upon my mug.
Then down my beer I do chug.

Who will live and who will die?
I do not know but I’d like to cry,
Challenge me and you shall fall.
I’ll drag you endlessly, now crawl.

You wanted a bump in the night.
How about I give you that, alright?

Eerie music booms down the road.
Its aim is to scare rather than goad.
You look pretty panicked as I increase my speed.
Time to make you terrified ’til you bleed.

You think me mad while I know better.
Before long you’ll be a blood letter.
Painted, carved, mounted and mourned.
Do not think you’ll end up forlorned?

Stitch the skin right back in place.
Every word you speak increases disgrace.
For your mouth has run on for far too long.
Time to see you skewered upon a two foot prong.

Oh that blood isn’t fake at all.
Come here and I’ll prove it to you.
Cause you’d look pretty covered in balm.
Just better make sure you don’t have an open coffin.

Killer, murderer, claimer of souls.
Had so many names I ran out of scrolls.
Psycho, slayer, thief of life.
Deliver me from evil…
You won’t get out alive!