Camp Kill Yourself Season 3
Camp Is Reopen For Killing....
Johnny 6 Feet-
The gun's a simple instrument, but what a chorus it makes
Shocks with shells, a listener is rewarded with shakes
And the players of this music earn merits at early ages
Throw salutes to their instructors, and then murder the playlist
Of course the directors of this show could be classed as puppeteer's
Behind the scene's, dressing their actors, then stand above the fear
Pulling strings, writing the dialogue, thinking 'I am God'
Exchanging chemicals to sooth and then they try and rob
The dance numbers include poses; pyramid form of cadavers
And the audience watches, milky-eyed, listen for their laughter
This productions had a long run, and now comes the grand revival
The camp fires are burning brightly during dialogue recitals
So cough down your favorite drug and enlist into the cast
Run your flag up to mark your territory and hold it until the last
All the world's a stage, watch the saga get told
...Watch the drama unfold
at Camp Kill Yourself
Baron P. Mortuss-
Welcome to the camp, hold onto your drum
& beat it slow- hard hit the head of this scum
let him feel the music- abuse his tunic- secondly,
use it to choke him till he bleeds out obscenities
did I mention that we, provide all instruments see
we carefully choose out stock of humans so homily
come with me- use the tongue to scrape the sawdust
ties her- make her scream out Rock songs so flawless
then headless- the slight pop is refreshing to my ears
& my peers throw salt on wounds- then it appears
that you hear the best tenors- so natural & emotive
in this camp we’ll teach you music, keys & motifs
stay with me I want you to clearly know this
your but another- user used to be a part of our motive
Now use that rope as a pendant- it looks so pretty
your erratic dance fits neatly…in
The music video of
Camp Kill yourself part 3
Engivale-
I can't will myself to stay at Camp Kill Yourself,
These familiar welts raise up on my skin's dead vanilla cells
The audience laughs as the body is smashed -
It's the way we feed --- take what we need so the colony lasts...
The drugs are a way to escape the mess we've created,
Unless we're sedated we get depressed and confess that we made it...
This isn't my dream, this is torture hidden between
A rhythm of screams and a instrument's strings,
Are we justifying dying by giving the means?
The pain would be brief but I cut the same vein in relief,
And gain the release from these razorblades stained when I bleed,
I'm no longer accused of being abusive to people,
I put down the knife, I've found I like using the needle...
I prick and I stick and I wish I could sort through,
Resort to another scab and stab it with a corkscrew...
Fuck water, we're using blood to fill the wells,
"I won't drink it!"
"You will or else!"
I think it's time to put you and your spouse in.....
Camp Kill Yourself...
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Originally Posted by Daz
