I like it    I don't like it

Now, one day I started telling everyone that
killing is my business... and I was hung like a
Martyr
For looking down the cross my skull beneath
The skin
Prophesied last rites/loved to death my friends
Then I started seeing bad omens in my head
good mourning/black friday will I wake up
Dead?
If I aint superstitious then this wont mean a
Thing
But some crazy shit has happened since the conjuring

Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins
A knife right through my heart, I am a victory

Came anarchy to set the world a fire
Pain of hook in mouth, in my darkest hour
Corruption of the world peace sells.. but
Nobodys buying
Ignorant religion holy wars and the dying, yea
By the skin of my teeth
this was my life, foreclosure of my dreams
May the past rust in peace in hangar 18
And countdown to extinction
Just be a bad dream
lucretia said...