• twistedmind 5w

    a song about killing the depression (demons)
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    #Battles
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    The cleansing

    Rose laid upon the stone, blood red with blood stained thorns.
    Tragic loss of this life, no sorrows here through the dusk of night.
    Skies paved black with not a chance of Hope, my back remains forever broke.

    Roses laid down at thy feet, honestly just another eulogy.
    Friends of yesterday rot in the mind, because this being has long served their time.
    People come and people go, but it's people who bring such lack of Hope.
    Wish we may and wish we might, ending is always dismay and its time to turn out the light.

    Precision placed blade at the throat, pull it clean and in slow-mo.
    Ropes tied tight from head to toe because escaping this torture has no Hope.
    No gag let's hear them screams, watch the endless suffering.
    Now its your chance to bag and plea, ask me why as you tremble and bleed.

    Rose laid upon the stone, blood red with blood stained thorns.
    Tragic loss of this life, no sorrows here through the dusk of night.
    Skies paved black with not a chance of Hope, my back remains forever broke.

    Paint the picture, the tests of life.
    Choosing victims based on strife.
    Take it further than prepared, make them remember who is to be feared.
    The blood cleans easy with bleach and mop, the bodies collect in the corner too rot.
    Smell reminds of grim success for another victim has been crossed off this list.

    How many more will have to bow at there knees.
    Become dismembered bloodless remains.
    Just fill for the hole known as a grave.
    Whose the evil and whose the victim, just killing off the superstition .
    Bodies of demons , my old friends.
    These massacres are priceless, celebration of sirens songs.

    Rose laid upon the stone, blood red with blood stained thorns.
    Tragic loss of this life, no sorrows here through the dusk of night.
    Skies paved black with not a chance of Hope, my back remains forever broke.

    So lay these roses and remember them pleas, ill forever smile in bloody glee.
    Limbs of bodies mixed and matched these remains will never be brought back.
    Satans army at these feet, the sacrifice is so bittersweet.
    People come and people go, but all these chosen never had Hope.

    Rose laid upon the stone, blood red with blood stained thorns.
    Tragic loss of this life, no sorrows here through the dusk of night.
    Skies paved black with not a chance of Hope, my back remains forever broke.
    ©twistedmind