Necrotism (aka TJ)
07-04-2008, 11:31 PM
stick it in
twist it round
then hide it good
so it can’t be found
right in the back when she’s not lookin
and she goes thinkin you were a friend
can’t believe she let you in again
just to be used, misused and abused
man you know how to start the short fuse
ya know if i were closer
i might give ya a dose of
lead poison right in your fucking head
you should wind up dead
you made your bed
in the shape of a coffin this time
stick it in
twist it round
then hide it good
so it can’t be found
she’s got nothing but good to say
about you and your fucked up ways
and you just throw it all away
you’ve not a clue how much she cares for you
fuckin self centered, unappriciating fool
you had a good thing going there for a while
i’m sure you knew it even know it now
but why should you treat her better now?
when you get what you want with no effort
when you have her fooled into thinking you care
dangling from a string, or wait, is it a rope?
is that knife you have in your hand
there to slit her throat?
stick it in
twist it round
then hide it good
so it can’t be found
no you’re not man enough even for that
you just keep her round for your own carnal pleasure
just a living doll at your leisure
so grab that knife and stab her real well
put it in her back while she’s not looking
pretend you’re her lover, her man, her friend
stick it in
twist it round
then hide it good
so it can’t be found
go ahead and make her life a living hell
one day, she’ll wake up and smell
all that bullshit you been dealing
with no regard for any of her feelings
that day you might just realize
that that knife has been turned on you
but not in the back
no not this attack
she’ll get her revenge
stick it in
twist it round
then hide it good
so it can’t be found
===============================
What do you think of
When you think of home
Is it a place to stay
When you no longer roam?
Do thoughts of home
Cause fear to creep up inside you?
When you think of home,
Do the dark clouds of doom
Cloud the vision of your domain?
Do you want to run
To hide from the pain?
When your day is done
Does your domicile
Reek and smell of defile
Like carcasses in a rotting pile?
Is your home warm?, inviting?, caring?
Is it just a façade, a show?
A bullshit production so no one knows?
Is your home so surreal?
Do you live in constant fear?
Afraid to rest your head
Lest you wind up dead?
What is it you dread?
Is there a deep dark secret;
The family does its best to keep it,
hidden from plain view?
Are you afraid that this thing,
this evil, has followed you?
=============================
Why oh why do we try
To tie up the day with
Memories of days gone by?
Why oh why do I try
To see the past ?
Was it that much of a blast?
Was it really a gas?
Who says that any more?
Even words lose meaning over time
Time becomes legend, myth and lore
The future is the now, it is the then ,
Do you remember when
We didn't care because we shared
Time together? Always time
Never time, I don't' have the time
I've run out of time
There is no more time
Memories of good times
Pain from the bad times
Memories, mould us, shape us change us,
over time
memories Fading, over time.
But do we still try
To tie up the day
With the memories that we cant relive?
That we won't relive
That we fear to approach
That we cannot change
that are in the past
time gone by
memories fading, changing
and in the end
its all just words
changing over time.
twist it round
then hide it good
so it can’t be found
right in the back when she’s not lookin
and she goes thinkin you were a friend
can’t believe she let you in again
just to be used, misused and abused
man you know how to start the short fuse
ya know if i were closer
i might give ya a dose of
lead poison right in your fucking head
you should wind up dead
you made your bed
in the shape of a coffin this time
stick it in
twist it round
then hide it good
so it can’t be found
she’s got nothing but good to say
about you and your fucked up ways
and you just throw it all away
you’ve not a clue how much she cares for you
fuckin self centered, unappriciating fool
you had a good thing going there for a while
i’m sure you knew it even know it now
but why should you treat her better now?
when you get what you want with no effort
when you have her fooled into thinking you care
dangling from a string, or wait, is it a rope?
is that knife you have in your hand
there to slit her throat?
stick it in
twist it round
then hide it good
so it can’t be found
no you’re not man enough even for that
you just keep her round for your own carnal pleasure
just a living doll at your leisure
so grab that knife and stab her real well
put it in her back while she’s not looking
pretend you’re her lover, her man, her friend
stick it in
twist it round
then hide it good
so it can’t be found
go ahead and make her life a living hell
one day, she’ll wake up and smell
all that bullshit you been dealing
with no regard for any of her feelings
that day you might just realize
that that knife has been turned on you
but not in the back
no not this attack
she’ll get her revenge
stick it in
twist it round
then hide it good
so it can’t be found
===============================
What do you think of
When you think of home
Is it a place to stay
When you no longer roam?
Do thoughts of home
Cause fear to creep up inside you?
When you think of home,
Do the dark clouds of doom
Cloud the vision of your domain?
Do you want to run
To hide from the pain?
When your day is done
Does your domicile
Reek and smell of defile
Like carcasses in a rotting pile?
Is your home warm?, inviting?, caring?
Is it just a façade, a show?
A bullshit production so no one knows?
Is your home so surreal?
Do you live in constant fear?
Afraid to rest your head
Lest you wind up dead?
What is it you dread?
Is there a deep dark secret;
The family does its best to keep it,
hidden from plain view?
Are you afraid that this thing,
this evil, has followed you?
=============================
Why oh why do we try
To tie up the day with
Memories of days gone by?
Why oh why do I try
To see the past ?
Was it that much of a blast?
Was it really a gas?
Who says that any more?
Even words lose meaning over time
Time becomes legend, myth and lore
The future is the now, it is the then ,
Do you remember when
We didn't care because we shared
Time together? Always time
Never time, I don't' have the time
I've run out of time
There is no more time
Memories of good times
Pain from the bad times
Memories, mould us, shape us change us,
over time
memories Fading, over time.
But do we still try
To tie up the day
With the memories that we cant relive?
That we won't relive
That we fear to approach
That we cannot change
that are in the past
time gone by
memories fading, changing
and in the end
its all just words
changing over time.