Heart.What would you say,If i told you my heart belongs to you?If i gave you the deed,And asked you what you'll do?Would take me, and love me?Or drop it and leave?Care and protect me,Give me a reason to believe.If i told you I loved you,And asked you to stand by my side?Would you love me or leave me,Would you stand in my arms, open wide?
Making MusicMusic is an art,An art with great connection.Invloved in all the world can give,To soothe and calm the tension.To influence a crowd,Or reitterate a point.Music created solo,or colaborative and joint.Music has such a power,To influence the mind.Music so controlling,Music so gentle and so kind.So soft and yet so hard at once,to bend without the breaking.to flex and twist, to stand so firm,More art is in the making.
Anger, contained.I know that I can see,The fire in your eyes.The anger hidden,Blurring lies.Covered up,To hide the hate.Supressed emotions,Lying in wait.Ready to explode,You're bursting at the seams.Controlled by this supression,You're losing touch it seems.The fire seen,Behind your eyes.Covered, Hidden,By these disgraceful lies.
SlaughterWhy should we deny,The right to live and breathe?To any creature, big or small,What do you believe?Depending on thier past,And what it is they've done.Is there any reason, really where,This creature should be hung?This penalty of death they pay,Is there nothing less extreme?No way, no chance, no hope in hell,No way to be redeemed.Wether animal or human,Should this creature really die?How would you enjoy it,If you were baked into a pie?
The Knife, The saviour.Knife hits the skin,Blood dripping,Feeling stopped,Pain slipping,Alone at last,The pain will die,Consealed by,A blurring lie,Covered up,And pushed away,More pain to keep,The pain at bay,Life is rushing,Faster still,Cannot keep up,Hard to fill,The emptiness,Left by this the knife,Better than the pain before,Living through this shit, this life,Knife again will hit the skin,More blood will just continue dripping,Feeling covered up, consealed,Pain, I still, I feel it slipping.
Short End of the Stick.Trust will only,Bring you down.Turn your smile,Into frown.People can not,Keep thier word.They'll say they love you,It's so absurd..They couldn't love you,You're not to smart.Good looking either,They talk about your heart,But it will only,End up, like dirt.Not possible to love you,You'll only end up hurt.