I see you had your mind all made up
you group of pitiful liars.
Before I woke to face the day,
your master plan transpired.
Something told me this job
had more to meet the eye.
My song is not believed?
My words somewhat deceiving?
Now I'm unwhole.
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence One step from lashing out at you... You want in to get under my skin And call yourself a friend I've got more friends like you What do I do?
[Pre] Is there no standard anymore? What it takes, who I am, where I've been Belong You can't be something you're not Be yourself, by yourself Stay away from me A lesson learned in life Known from the dawn of time
[Chorus] Respect, walk
Run your mouth when I'm not around It's easy to achieve You cry to weak friends that sympathize Can you hear the violins playing you song? Those same friends tell me your every word
Are you talking to me? No way punk PanteraFan "Mouth for War"Sleepy
- 9 years, 28 days ago
Throes Of Rejection
This is feeding what I am.
It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound. It's the type of pain you really dig and long for. I've always been insecure to open up and show love. Some pretty girl with long hair, some bald guy writhing.
The kind that's self induced. The tongue that's bitten through. The nauseating stab. Is feeding what I am.
A short fuse.
If there really is a god, then it's punishing me constantly. She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wanted more. But no. I'm reduced to a Rottypanol snort and a lot of drinks. This shit goes on and on. Just look down my pants.
Rejection... It ain't a fucking game. My human dick to blame. A sociopathic plan. Is feeding what I am.
Rejection... Takes life away from eyes. Will give you to the skies. It makes me more than a man. Is drowning what I am.
PanteraFan "Mouth for War"Sleepy
- 9 years, 29 days ago
Little Shop Of Horrors
A little bit of everything. Thanks for shopping, Now don't let the door hit you on the way out..