Any Given DayAny given day when you go outside that gate You will look upon the children that stare at you with hate And you wonder why they hate you, as in your gun you put your mag And you wonder if todays the day you'll come back in a body bag Miles and miles of heartache are burnt into their eyes But You'll kill them if you have to; Just Ignore their mothers cries You will follow orders, You will fight when you must fight But Oh, Those Eyes, they always come back to haunt you in the nightAny Given Day
Fighting for a lie in a land so far from home Tresspassing in a place where I was never meant
The Easter PoemSilent screams and broken vows Wasted days we wish for now The city lights they burned like fire Our forgotten youth drowned in desireThe Easter Poem
A life once lost and still not found A shattered Halo on the ground No God to save me; left alone His cold dead corpse rots on the throne No prince will rise up from the tomb Our faith? stillborn, died in the womb
Dear Mother Mary, What would you have us do? Another Sunday, another lie But the truth is shining through Left alone and on my own I never had a doubt That left with one, his only son A
To Kill A DreamYou will never find What you\'ve been looking for My finger\'s on the trigger Your hand can\'t find the door Looks like you\'re cursed to die Your kingdom\'s falling down But you can not cry Don\'t you dare show a frown Paint a picture Write a song You can do no wrong Kill your heroes Kill your friends For death you won\'t wait long As bloody tears fall from your eyes Your life will fade away Your time is done I took it all Your memory fades awayTo Kill A Dream
Hello Me How Are You TodayHow am I today? I\'d really like to know I think I might be happy But it could just be a show I do not really knowHello Me How Are You Today
Exactly how I feel I never really have And I probably never will A thousand differant thoughts All racing through my brain If only I could catch one It would prove that I\'m still sane But am I really all here Or just living in my dreams Is my consciousness still conscious? For nothings\' what it seems Running, running, running Searching for an end Stopping, slowly finding out
I am my only friend
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