juggalomaniac
11-14-2007, 08:33 PM
We walk the ages, making an eye for an eye a vengeance.
Darkness is our light, walking these streets is our peace.
like a ghost in a cemetary we creep with out a trace,
we leave no evidence of our souls. Its lost forever, waging war
on our innocence. The innocence is lost when you lose everything
you stand for. Killing in the night, the vengeance is our for the taking,
nothing stopping our kind. All the beat downs and the blood was in our favor making us stronger by the minute, but the minute decays into what a second then becomes a time when you wage your war upon suicide in your head. The pressure is just to much to take. everydays the same old myzery. soon your thinking and contiplating ways to get rid of the pain. the seraded edge is the fine line between life and death.
Darkness is our light, walking these streets is our peace.
like a ghost in a cemetary we creep with out a trace,
we leave no evidence of our souls. Its lost forever, waging war
on our innocence. The innocence is lost when you lose everything
you stand for. Killing in the night, the vengeance is our for the taking,
nothing stopping our kind. All the beat downs and the blood was in our favor making us stronger by the minute, but the minute decays into what a second then becomes a time when you wage your war upon suicide in your head. The pressure is just to much to take. everydays the same old myzery. soon your thinking and contiplating ways to get rid of the pain. the seraded edge is the fine line between life and death.