| The Truth Take away my Christian exterior and strip my innocence to reveal my core Dirty and shall never be clean Tortured, Hell in the brain Black insides with demon intentions arched back cutting eyes put the angel costume back on I can't bare the truth |
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| Alone Alone No one to hear my thoughts No one to see my face No one to have their say I want to be alone Alone in the dark, alone in the light Alone only me I want to be alone |
| Doll The porcelain doll with the china face Dressed in pink and covered in lace There I stand held perfectly in place That porcelain doll with the china face Rosy cheeks perfect and cute Making my true feelings mute Dead eyes looking alive I put on an act to survive Golden locked never to be touched Only brushed and styled so much I wish I wasn't such a toy I wish I had a life to enjoy I have no choice but to obey I need your love I'll do what you say I'll be that little girl; forever I'll stay I have no choice to obey I am a porcelain doll with a china face I feel off the shelf and broke my face Now free to have my own place A teenager with a rebellious face |
| Killjoy Purging my rage by lead And you read You ask, "What's wrong with you?" I roll my eyes back in my head And gasp a breath of possession I tear down my white walls And you scream your damnation Prothsetic excommunication Do I scream "God is dead?" Inject your prophecy into me And seal the wound with cement Infection drains out antichrist It itches! I'm scratching it raw Sixteen years I've feared my own self But I'm shown now it's all right So commit me to your convent And watch me corrupt them Bury me for me sins My judge knows the truth He sees your witch hunt And prepares a stake just for you So make me binge your Bible interpretations Burned into your coffin like minds We'll see whose laughing in the end. |
| Ode to the World I had my wonders and my dreams Your thorns you stick into My sides and I cannot help but scream How can you see not see my cry? Yourself slap the tears off eye I beg you to stop this hate But my many languages aren't yours So spit on the ground where I lay And kick me hard so there I stay As soon as I'm whole again You beat my face in All I have is my God And you bash Him I turn away and you keep coming To be left alone I demand But all you give me As a bloody past My moments of ecstasy are false prophets I stretch my arms out eager for the kill shot Take me now I am sick of it I hide but you find me, no escape but through you I can't beat you but I can take what you got Bring� it� on. |