The metamorphosis of
this truth is corrupt
Words travel like
the flaps of butterfly.
In the unkown
they never stay.
Those trusted
at my side;
stabbed by them and
the stabbing doesn't
kill the pain
BETRAYAL!
A place where they
stick to their blades.
Where the misfortunate
fall to the flies that
infest the hearts
of the brave
There is no nest egg here.
There is no nest egg here.
There is no nest egg here.
ESCAPE AVOID
that screams inside of me.
The torture of my betrayal
---
I dripped in decay.
Nothing more then
skull and bones.
My flesh melts away.
All my hope and dreams
seemed to of had
vanished away.
I lost my heart in the dark, disarmed
feeling to dead to find
what matters to me.
Battered and beaten down.
Desperate and in solace.
DESTRUCTION! is what came to me.
STABBED! when I turned around.
I have a power they can never have
I have a power they can never have.
I have a power they can never have.
So I rise from this carcass with
a fire that never dies.
With the strength of the dead
I consume my enemies.
A storm in the horizon.
Copyright 2011 Quinones
Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
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Monday, February 21, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
sUBVERSIVE aTTITUDE
subversive attitude
in the front lines
the sun has its spots
kill the children
yells one
mistreated misguided misjudged
in a sense what is left?
who can we turn too
living has to suffer
the pain of death
as a loved one falls
you are not forgotten
as one judges
you are not for god
the sky cries fire
color of life mudded
all of a sudden it is
not a game
he that spreads frost
like wool spreads ash
mortal creators
destroy themselves
as they hang on their light scribed discs
building to a dead fantasy
membranes in and out they breath
regeneration towards our primal needs
our humanity should be left untampered
subversive attitude knows the truth of the black sun
like edges of waterfall buildings splash
we dont care for our own
we rape we hate and we kill
we rape we hate and we kill
we rape we hate and we kill
(we should be ashamed)
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this songs name is from a friend from Puerto Rico.....
©Quiñones2011
in the front lines
the sun has its spots
kill the children
yells one
mistreated misguided misjudged
in a sense what is left?
who can we turn too
living has to suffer
the pain of death
as a loved one falls
you are not forgotten
as one judges
you are not for god
the sky cries fire
color of life mudded
all of a sudden it is
not a game
he that spreads frost
like wool spreads ash
mortal creators
destroy themselves
as they hang on their light scribed discs
building to a dead fantasy
membranes in and out they breath
regeneration towards our primal needs
our humanity should be left untampered
subversive attitude knows the truth of the black sun
like edges of waterfall buildings splash
we dont care for our own
we rape we hate and we kill
we rape we hate and we kill
we rape we hate and we kill
(we should be ashamed)
----------------------------------------------------------------------
this songs name is from a friend from Puerto Rico.....
©Quiñones2011
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