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sabre-toothed-wolfRoad Signs-
Driving on the forgotten highway
I look for a sign, any sign
“Death, next left”
I look for the other option
“Road closed”
Left it is apparently
Death is all that’s left apparently
“Death coming up”
This drive is getting quite boring
I’ve been on this road for hours now
I look desperately
For the slightest turn
Not even a slight curve
“Freedom, head right”
Finally but wait one more
“One way”
Going the other direction
Arrow pointing to the left
A few more hours
A few more hours of pure boredom
A few more hours of pure torture
Finally a new sign
A new curve
“Give your life new direction
Next right”
I approach the long awaited turn
“Bridge out”
I want to scream
If death is going to come
Just come already
If there’s something else
Show yourself already
“Death next. . .”
The number of miles is scratched out
The horn blares
Fists slam down in frustration
The steering wheel shatters
Too much force
I
PainHead throbs
Heart aches
Eyes sob
Limbs break
You don’t know the pain you’ve caused
You don’t know what you put at stake
You don’t know the anger you’ve caused
Completely apart it flakes
Head bursts
Heart shatters
Eyes hurt
Limbs scatter
You think I’m nothing better than dirt
You think I don’t matter
You think I don’t have feelings, that I’m inert
I can’t wait to see you stumble, fall, and stagger
Head not put together
Heart cracked in a dozen places
Eyes not much better
Limbs fill empty spaces
You know I’m not put together by the letter
You know I wear a million faces
You know I’m pestered
But you continue pointing out my disgraces
Master and Slave-
This rage
Controls my mind
This cage
Can’t control what I find
This rage
Escapes every defense
So now I am prisoner to this rage
Like master and slave
I am the captor
And the captive
I am the master
And the slave
I am the jailer
And the prisoner
I can capture my rage
Or let it capture me
I can master my rage
Or let it master me
I can lock away my rage
Or let it take over me
These unexplained feelings
Haunt my mind
Every night
Sanity I just can’t find
I seem to have lost my sight
Of everything I’m supposed to do
It used to be so clear
Maybe it still is to a few
But I am not among them
There is only fear
Only fear
I am the captor
And the captive
I am the master
And the slave
I am the jailer
And the prisoner
I can capture my fear
Or let it capture me
I can master my fear
Or let it master me
I can lock away my fear
Or let it take over me
Only fear
Of the past
And what the future may hold
I am told
Vague promises and hopes and dreams
And lies
I now see
As I open my eyes
Open
The Salt on the WoundYou pour the salt
On the wound
But it is never your fault
According to you
I thought I was so strong
But into this fate I have run headlong
Crawling in my skin
This hate will not give in
I thought I could win
But now the very thought seems a sin
You pour the salt
On the wound
But it is never your fault
I am consumed
I know this is wrong
But the hate is so strong
Prowling in my mind
Hate is all I can find
My teeth I grind
As I try to unwind
You pour the salt
On the wound
But it is never your fault
At least that’s what you assumed
I waited so long
But to wait for you I was wrong
Lingering in my heart
I do no wish yet to part
But this hate has torn me from the start
So from you I depart
You pour the salt
On the wound
But it is never your fault
By your pride you are entombed
I was so headstrong
But I see now it has been too long
Waiting for me to break
So near it thinks is the stake
That will impale me, but it’s a fake
The hate thinks only of its own sake
You pour the salt
On the
Jaz-is-rad
-
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whydoidothiseverydayScratchesYou go to play your old records,-
As your father does every Friday night,
You open up the drawer,
And scream with fright.
You take out your favourite discs,
Examine them with no trouble,
There are scratches on the black,
You stroke your stubble.
Wondering how they got there,
You haven’t got a clue,
Your eyes fill with tears,
Now there’s nothing to do.
You sit in silence,
Listening to songs you dislike,
Waiting for some kind of
Inspiration to strike.
When nothing comes to mind,
You try to go to sleep,
Knowing that something in your house,
Wants to make you weep.
Don't Pay The FerrymanI watch his next victim,
Boarding the boat,
Even if I screamed,
He wouldn’t hear me.
His body has gone,
It’s his soul he will lose next.
The grizzling clouds,
Were trying to warn him,
Stay on land,
You do not want to do this,
And I screamed
At the top of my voice;
Don’t pay the ferryman,
Don’t even fix a price.
Don’t pay the ferryman,
Until he gets you to the other side.
The jingling of his coins,
Brought out from his pocket.
He must not pay him,
Under the devils control,
Another voice came from behind,
Whatever you do;
Don’t pay the ferryman,
Don’t even fix a price.
Don’t pay the ferryman,
Until he gets you to the other side.
But a dead man,
Cannot be told the rules,
Another victim,
Ruled by the devil,
Under his thumb.
Never to reach the other side.
sabre-toothed-wolfRoad Signs-
Driving on the forgotten highway
I look for a sign, any sign
“Death, next left”
I look for the other option
“Road closed”
Left it is apparently
Death is all that’s left apparently
“Death coming up”
This drive is getting quite boring
I’ve been on this road for hours now
I look desperately
For the slightest turn
Not even a slight curve
“Freedom, head right”
Finally but wait one more
“One way”
Going the other direction
Arrow pointing to the left
A few more hours
A few more hours of pure boredom
A few more hours of pure torture
Finally a new sign
A new curve
“Give your life new direction
Next right”
I approach the long awaited turn
“Bridge out”
I want to scream
If death is going to come
Just come already
If there’s something else
Show yourself already
“Death next. . .”
The number of miles is scratched out
The horn blares
Fists slam down in frustration
The steering wheel shatters
Too much force
I
PainHead throbs
Heart aches
Eyes sob
Limbs break
You don’t know the pain you’ve caused
You don’t know what you put at stake
You don’t know the anger you’ve caused
Completely apart it flakes
Head bursts
Heart shatters
Eyes hurt
Limbs scatter
You think I’m nothing better than dirt
You think I don’t matter
You think I don’t have feelings, that I’m inert
I can’t wait to see you stumble, fall, and stagger
Head not put together
Heart cracked in a dozen places
Eyes not much better
Limbs fill empty spaces
You know I’m not put together by the letter
You know I wear a million faces
You know I’m pestered
But you continue pointing out my disgraces
Master and Slave-
This rage
Controls my mind
This cage
Can’t control what I find
This rage
Escapes every defense
So now I am prisoner to this rage
Like master and slave
I am the captor
And the captive
I am the master
And the slave
I am the jailer
And the prisoner
I can capture my rage
Or let it capture me
I can master my rage
Or let it master me
I can lock away my rage
Or let it take over me
These unexplained feelings
Haunt my mind
Every night
Sanity I just can’t find
I seem to have lost my sight
Of everything I’m supposed to do
It used to be so clear
Maybe it still is to a few
But I am not among them
There is only fear
Only fear
I am the captor
And the captive
I am the master
And the slave
I am the jailer
And the prisoner
I can capture my fear
Or let it capture me
I can master my fear
Or let it master me
I can lock away my fear
Or let it take over me
Only fear
Of the past
And what the future may hold
I am told
Vague promises and hopes and dreams
And lies
I now see
As I open my eyes
Open
The Salt on the WoundYou pour the salt
On the wound
But it is never your fault
According to you
I thought I was so strong
But into this fate I have run headlong
Crawling in my skin
This hate will not give in
I thought I could win
But now the very thought seems a sin
You pour the salt
On the wound
But it is never your fault
I am consumed
I know this is wrong
But the hate is so strong
Prowling in my mind
Hate is all I can find
My teeth I grind
As I try to unwind
You pour the salt
On the wound
But it is never your fault
At least that’s what you assumed
I waited so long
But to wait for you I was wrong
Lingering in my heart
I do no wish yet to part
But this hate has torn me from the start
So from you I depart
You pour the salt
On the wound
But it is never your fault
By your pride you are entombed
I was so headstrong
But I see now it has been too long
Waiting for me to break
So near it thinks is the stake
That will impale me, but it’s a fake
The hate thinks only of its own sake
You pour the salt
On the
Jaz-is-rad -
-
whydoidothiseverydayScratchesYou go to play your old records,-
As your father does every Friday night,
You open up the drawer,
And scream with fright.
You take out your favourite discs,
Examine them with no trouble,
There are scratches on the black,
You stroke your stubble.
Wondering how they got there,
You haven’t got a clue,
Your eyes fill with tears,
Now there’s nothing to do.
You sit in silence,
Listening to songs you dislike,
Waiting for some kind of
Inspiration to strike.
When nothing comes to mind,
You try to go to sleep,
Knowing that something in your house,
Wants to make you weep.
Don't Pay The FerrymanI watch his next victim,
Boarding the boat,
Even if I screamed,
He wouldn’t hear me.
His body has gone,
It’s his soul he will lose next.
The grizzling clouds,
Were trying to warn him,
Stay on land,
You do not want to do this,
And I screamed
At the top of my voice;
Don’t pay the ferryman,
Don’t even fix a price.
Don’t pay the ferryman,
Until he gets you to the other side.
The jingling of his coins,
Brought out from his pocket.
He must not pay him,
Under the devils control,
Another voice came from behind,
Whatever you do;
Don’t pay the ferryman,
Don’t even fix a price.
Don’t pay the ferryman,
Until he gets you to the other side.
But a dead man,
Cannot be told the rules,
Another victim,
Ruled by the devil,
Under his thumb.
Never to reach the other side.
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