8/12/00 - Irresponsable Teen

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I feel the rage

I love the pain

But you got more then that

All the despise of the unrevealed thought

All the strange way of your thoughts

Crushing in my mind

Getting something to gain

And thinking it was just a faze

 

Pointed your guns

Horror in their faces

Kill all, kill the pain

Cover with mud

The one that grown in my head

And I felt my skin shred

 

The eyeballs of the world

Painless little girl

Made me crawl

I slit my thin wrists

I fake the death in my brain

 

Fake my teenage face

Look to the eyes in your head

Say the things that rhyme with death

And say that the pain's begun

 

The rain falls in my face

As like the axe in my brain

Crying, to the roof

The new-born god 

The wings of the angel

Had beginning to shred

 

So what do I do now?

 

I felt the thing I hate

I loved what I hate

I said no more to pain

I licked the dead rat

I picked up the gun

I felt all the beauty

I said it wasn't me

 

What I see it isn't true

The look, it torts my sight

The bullet has left my head

I don't feel dead

Maybe it isn't right

I saw my pain off

Put it, wasn't me

 

Not me

Just the pain I never took

Painless girls they saw

But isn't that what it looks

 

All the 666 crap

All the world as gone dumb

Faking

Injecting in their veins

Coma, sensing their brains

They too died, I feel

The crap is really near

 

I see myself asleep

My nails in my eyes

Cut the pain

Fake the blood in my hair

See the gun

See the gun

See the gun

Get my gun

Get my gun

 

Bitching in my brain

Finding the hate that I felt

The irresponsible teen is here

The painless girls draw the line

Irresponsible 

I am

 

Jumping in my bed

I fake all my death

I see the microscope   in me

No psycho I am

Just the irresponsible teen

Irresponsible teen

 

No psychiatric is going to cure me

Just this bleeding knife

 

I saw it today

The burning hell

Has gone to the drain

I saw the hell of my brain

I cut off all my thoughts

And feel the pressure dropping

With the drops off my blood

 

In my chest

The new-born god is here

In my head I feel no pain

I became the pain

I love the hate

I've became insane

 

There's nothing more

Irresponsible I am

The pain; I don't care

The blood is drained

The god rises

Proud has I would be...

 

Through the pain,

Encompassing  the pain,

Ensemble with death;

New-born I am...

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