Blurry - Issue, Enemy and Johnny Six Feet
Blurry
- Featuring Puddle Of Mudd
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Shattered teeth and battered souls dent the pathways,
The road's tattered with holes and smokes like ashtrays.
The devil's been provoked and grows more compact like fast lines,
And speeding at the back just causes crashes and lack of brains,
And the passion of impatience causes masses to gather for last trains.,
And the mass strain on the station causes it to collapse in distain.
Acid rain burns the passing famous and returns the plastic failures,
And catastophic headlines on front pages fade away, passive and faceless.
Borders become cages and hoards of belatedly aborted faces become nameless.
Cupids arrows sore aimless and fall dangerously close to those painless hearts.
And strangers part as the love is poured away and replaced by poisoned darts.
Moistened hands are torn apart and sexually organs start to fall limp,
And the once soft beating grows hards and drums hollow and dim,
Meaning every martyr can't dare try harder because nobody'll follow him,
So nobody's blessed and every rested chest will scar and rely on borrowed tin,
As we thicken our insides from within as we unkowingly swallow skin.
Blinded on the fringe, Apollo grows thin and and tomorrow dusk closes in,
And darkness poses all its threats on those moments of sorrow and wind.
We can't control it, nor win, we watch as we and our kin survive barely,
Through turning dust-stained stinging eyes everything just looks so blurry.
Can ya take it all away?
Can ya take it all away?
Enemy
Its like a fiery ball of evil, everyman for themself, because,
We can try, we can fight, it seems thats what everyone else does.
See, he can kill just one man, and still recieve media glory,
So when that man recieves a sentance, it wont be for his story.
Slam him in court, in the lords eyes this is evil,
See we`ll put him on death row.. And yet still sterilise the needle?
This mans following a trend, a trend set by those in charge,
And that man in power can goto war...
...Its just putting more terrorist at large.
Its like a big game of follow the leader, one will goto war,
Then another will follow so it becomes a game to see who can kill more.
The worlds dying, this could be the final hour, See,
Even on the road to heaven... It will still be a rocky journey,
The worlds powers roll in money, havin' tea while playing host.
Yet, in Africa they can only dream of money... Its like they're ghosts.
The worlds getting worse, the ends getting nigh,
So I'll let you in a secret about who can change this...
...You and I...
Everything's so blurry,
And everyone's so fake.
Johnny 6- Feet
Blurred vision and slurred wisdom, make for misguided souls,
So herbs should listen to words given, and make a flight so bold.
Mental torture is commonplace, the game of life, we follow pace,
Stumbling, bleeding in this race, spitting blood when on the chase,
Closing eyes, embrace oblivion, please take it all away,
Fill a skip with broken memories, wasted energy stays.
Evolution faces diffusion, the only outcome is losing,
Parked in the state of confusion, brain ruduction and boozing,
Sorrow conquers and makes martyrs of fools and wise men,
No surprise when, the infection is contageous and climbin'.
Poisoned atmospheres, the whole stratosphere, that much is clear,
Compling formulas of data banks, attract lust and fear.
Morales are blurry, the truth is slurry, only echoes have heard me,
The inscriptions are illegible, the noble become unworthy.
Knighted bodies are slain in treachy, we pray for better days,
And an epitath is penned in blood, please take it all away.
