SOMETHING TO DEFEND (c)2005 G.Rowe
Razor blade to your wrist
Cause you can't handle life as it is
Suicide, lose your life
No, life's never been the same
Since the monsters came!
20ft green mosters thier heads are in the sky
fire breathing demons, massive wings so they can fly
...and while you wimps were dreaming of the end...
me and my friends thought there was
something to defend (repeated)
Well nuclear weapons can't stop thier existance
ammune to radiation, thier skin shows heat resistance
Poison again is not the solution
but we must keep trying amidst all the confusion
...and while you wimps were dreaming of the end...
me and my friends thought there was
something to defend (repeated)
well, the first beast died at the sight of its own blood
shed by the knife of a woman we should all love
You see these beasts had never felt pain
we know without it, there's little to gain!
MESSED UP (c)2005 G.Rowe
Damaged, baggaged, messed up f#@*
Sick of my secrets, secrets suck!
Analyzing, hypnotized, fucking distraught
Maladjusted, rehearsed and well taught
Scribbled on some paper, spat into a mike
I'll add a bit here and here, as much as I like
Sung just to a bassline in the middle of the night
I'd rather be out raging, but this will suffice
Damaged, baggaged, messed up f#@*
Sick of my secrets, secrets suck!
Analyzing, hypnotized, fucking distraught
Maladjusted, rehearsed and well taught
Scribbled on some paper, spat into a mike
I'll add a bit here and here, as much as I like
Sung just to a bassline in the middle of the night
I'd rather be out raging, but this will suffice
Damaged, baggaged, messed up f#@*
Sick of my secrets, secrets suck!
I'm sick of sounding different
I want it all to end
When will it end, will it end (repeat)
BURNING SON (c)2005 Grant Rowe
I'm the one right from the start
I'm the son with the blackest of hearts
Millions of lives I've lived before
I'm dark and brooding and rotten to the core.
The Gods you worship don't come for free,
My God puts me first on his family tree
He is close to my heart, and uses my eyes to see
And his love is so strong
You will feel it through me.
It will rain when I rain,
so come everyone,
I need your little sparks
because I'm the burning son
and we will fight the longest fight
and it won't always be fun
but you can warm apon the warmth of the burning son.
Yes you can warm on the warmth of the burning son.
Yes you can warm on the warmth of the burning son.
Try warming on the warmth of the burning son.
IGNORED (c)2004 Grant Rowe
Clocks at one, where's the fun
it's time to run, not to be outdone.
Clocks at nine, Time to shine
droppin' a line, and that's your crime
Pay the price, for your vice
that sounds nice? you better think twice
Grab the cord, misery assured
you aint scored, you just got ignored
You just got ignored X repeat
So you're leaving now, you say how
the crowd goes wow, you can take a bow
it gets worse, sadistic verse
your living in a hearse, penniless purse
genetically floored, your in a psycho ward
you aint bored, you just ignored
You just got ignored X repeat
ten years go by and how they fly
you're asking why, big breath & sigh
too much sorrow, no time to borrow
grab tomorrow, we'll all follow
now quality's assured, praise to your lord
no time to be bored, you aint got ignored
You aint got Ignored X repeat
Yeah... you aint got Ignored X repeat
GIVEN UNTO THEE (c)2005 Grant Rowe
Beneath the skull, lies the brain
but in the chest, you feel the pain
on bended knees you ask hell why
they torture you, won't let you die.
Demons, Diadems rid all right,
mark 6 6 6 prepare to fight.
Hope has gone, your horn & tail
bury the past, only to fail.
Never ending misery
On the Earth for all to see,
Never ending agony,
After-life is given unto thee.
Boiling Blood, garrotted skin
it's time to eat, so they begin
no free-will, no thanks Johovah
your going to hell,
you've past over.
Demons, Diadems rid all right,
mark 6 6 6 prepare to fight.
Hope has gone, your horn & tail
bury the past, only to fail.
Never ending misery
On the Earth for all to see,
Never ending agony,
After-life is given unto thee.
DEVIL'S CUP (c)2005 Grant Rowe
Dark till dusk
He's a driving nail
Bullet proof beast
tis' breath so stale
Venom filled veins
N' fathomless eyes
He'll use your lips
to spread his lies
Tortured floods of Human Shells
souls apon souls
where he now dwells
Dig your grave
or burn yourself up
you'll still be drinking blood
From the Devils Cup.
NOT JUST HEARD (c)2005 Grant Rowe
You handed me a lifeline
but I chose to throw it away
but after all this time
I thought of something else to say
How strong was that lifeline?
Did you think it fitted the bill?
To help someone disturbed like me
whose surely mentally ill.
Good intentions from the start
I know you meant so well
but what I've gone through lately...
is something close to hell.
My comfort zone aint stretching
My life really seems absurd
but I'm really glad you're listening
...and may be not just heard.
YOU GET THE MESSAGE (c)2005 Grant Rowe
Gamble... lose money.
Drink Coke... get fat.
Smoke Pot... Go insane.
Use the needle... you'll die
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