Spencer Must Die
write me a letter a face in the hall
hiding from someone afraid of the fall
and she's waiting for someone to take her back to where she came from
and she'll wait alone for hours she won't mind because there's someone
in the story she remembers she remembers in the letter
and the tears locked up inside her make her heart break open wider
shuts her eyes and takes the picture from the wall
hiding from someone afraid of the fall
and she's waiting for someone to take her back to where she came from
and she'll wait alone for hours she won't mind because there's someone
in the story she remembers she remembers in the letter
and the tears locked up inside her make her heart break open wider
shuts her eyes and takes the picture from the wall
Infernal Death
So quick to judge, so easily we forget,
What it's like to be dissected
Where feelings are tossed aside
Like a drug it feeds the imagination of minds that go unanalysed
Followers to the leaders of mass hypnotic corruption
That live their lives only to criticise
Where is the invisible line that we must draw
to create individual thought patterns
Prisoners of mental deception be free within singular judgement
Twisting words to control the masses
To cover up one's self insecurities