| "Paradox" By Brian 1999 (or early 2000, I dont remember) Love no love. Hate no hate. Only then do the demons debate. Fuck not for the pleasure, only the pain, But if you listen to me, you may not stay sane. I am the god of fuck, the voices in your head, I am the killer of youth cause your childhood is dead. Look into my eyes, my mind, and try to hide your fear, Try to search my heart, but you'll find nothing here. Give me your life and your soul, that is all i ask, Try to tear my flesh from me and Evil is unmasked. Without Evil, what is Good? Without Good, what is Evil? The future is just the past that hasn't happened yet. Your enemies are simply friends you haven't really met. Sanity is nothing solid, simply a belief, When you break its barriers, you'll tremble with relief. By saying all of this I hope not to gain your trust, But by the time I finish, I may well have gained your lust. I am the one that whispers to you in the dead of night, I am the fucker of the beasts, I am the lord of fright. There is nothing between love and hate, only the two extremes. I hear not the devil's voice, but his demonic screams. I am the lover of the hater, the greatest paradox of them all. I am the giant that once inside you doesn't feel quite so small. I am the crusher of hopes, I have them shredded and tossed. I am the fucker of the Virgin Mary, I am a paradox. |