Dragged you down below
Down to the devil's show
To be his guest forever
Hate to twist your mind
But God ain't on your side
And old acquaintance severed
Burn the world your last endeavor
Flesh is burning
You can smell it in the air
Cause women like you have
Such an easy soul to steal
So stand in line while
They ink numbers in your head
You're now a slave
Until the end of time here
Nothing stops the madness,
Turning,
haunting,
yearning,
Pull the trigger !
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here,
Ooh, it's your fucking nightmare!
Can't wake up in sweat,
Cause it ain't over yet
Still dancing with your demons!
Victim of your own creation
Beyond the will to fight
Where all that's wrong is right
Where hate don't need a reason
Loathing self-assassination
You've been lied to
Just to rape you of your sight
And now they have the nerve
To tell you how to feel !
So sedated as they
Medicate your brain
And while you slowly
Go insane they tell you
"Given with the best intentions
Help you with your complications"
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here,
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear!
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare!
M. Shadows laughing!
Fight !
Not to fail !
Not to fall !
Or you'll end up like the others
Die ,
Die again !
Drenched in sin
With no respect for another
Feel the fire !
Feel the hate !
Your pain is what we desire
Lost ,
Hit the wall
Watch you crawl
Such a replaceable liar
And I know you hear their voices
Calling from above
And I know they may seem real
These signals of love
But our life's made up of choices
Some without appeal
They took for granted your soul
And it's ours now to steal
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear,
Ooh, it's your fucking nightmare!
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PoetryShe don't paint dreams or nightmares, She paint Her own reality. Even if She be not harmed, Her heart may fail Her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter She may suffer-both in waking, from Her nerves, and in sleep, from Her dreams.
