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We Are The Plague
In the grip of the new age
Of grief and lasting torment
We rise, we rise
Straight to the top
Of the fucking food chain
Exist in graying of days
When the dark storm clouds lament
We rise, we rise
And cannot stop
The fucking coming pain
Together we can survive, enrage
Any fucking thing, deranged
We listen not to what you say
We are, we are the plague
Drive the stake into the righteous heart of Jesus
Christ, you seem to have ultimately failed us
No paradise but for the splendors of Hell
We care not, for we have no souls to sell
In the grip of Hell on Earth
We still live our lives condemned
We strive, we srive
Below the filth
Without the fucking sun
A zero chance of rebirth
But we will never submit
We lie, we lie
Beneath the silt
Sleep with the fucking gun
Together we can survive, enrage
Any fucking thing, deranged
We listen not to what you say
We are, we are the plague
Drive the stake into the righteous heart of Jesus
Christ, you seem to have ultimately failed us
No paradise but for the splendors of Hell
We care not, for we have no souls to sell
You had it all planned out
Right from the start
You might beat us down
BUT YOU CAN'T CUT OUT OUR HEARTS
The rain descends like the weeping of Heaven
A cleansing shower to wash away sins, disgrace
To leave behind pristine and purify
But the rain never touched my face
RIGHT FROM THE START
YOU CAN'T CUT OUT OUR HEARTS
Together we can survive, enrage
Any fucking thing, deranged
We listen not to what you say
We are, we are the plague
Drive the stake into the righteous heart of Jesus
Christ, you seem to have ultimately failed us
No paradise but for the splendors of Hell
We care not, for we have no souls to sell
...no souls any more...
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Of grief and lasting torment
We rise, we rise
Straight to the top
Of the fucking food chain
Exist in graying of days
When the dark storm clouds lament
We rise, we rise
And cannot stop
The fucking coming pain
Together we can survive, enrage
Any fucking thing, deranged
We listen not to what you say
We are, we are the plague
Drive the stake into the righteous heart of Jesus
Christ, you seem to have ultimately failed us
No paradise but for the splendors of Hell
We care not, for we have no souls to sell
In the grip of Hell on Earth
We still live our lives condemned
We strive, we srive
Below the filth
Without the fucking sun
A zero chance of rebirth
But we will never submit
We lie, we lie
Beneath the silt
Sleep with the fucking gun
Together we can survive, enrage
Any fucking thing, deranged
We listen not to what you say
We are, we are the plague
Drive the stake into the righteous heart of Jesus
Christ, you seem to have ultimately failed us
No paradise but for the splendors of Hell
We care not, for we have no souls to sell
You had it all planned out
Right from the start
You might beat us down
BUT YOU CAN'T CUT OUT OUR HEARTS
The rain descends like the weeping of Heaven
A cleansing shower to wash away sins, disgrace
To leave behind pristine and purify
But the rain never touched my face
RIGHT FROM THE START
YOU CAN'T CUT OUT OUR HEARTS
Together we can survive, enrage
Any fucking thing, deranged
We listen not to what you say
We are, we are the plague
Drive the stake into the righteous heart of Jesus
Christ, you seem to have ultimately failed us
No paradise but for the splendors of Hell
We care not, for we have no souls to sell
...no souls any more...
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 13th May 2015
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21st May 2015 5:58am
You bleed out strong on white paper, soul in overflow within your lines!
Can't help but sing it in a hard metal lullaby,
which truly rocks btw ;)
take care!
~d
Can't help but sing it in a hard metal lullaby,
which truly rocks btw ;)
take care!
~d
21st May 2015 2:20pm
