| The Voices within I hear them day after day night after night. They tell me to do things but I always listen to them fight. Why do they say what they say? If I keep it up they will come take me away. They tell me to burn things they tell me to cry. Why I listen to them, I don�t know why! STOP and hear what I have to say, but no the voices will never go away. The shock of it all the plunging the fall. Even beyond the grave the voices just wont go away! |
| The ONE The one who makes me laugh the one who makes me cry. He�s the one yeah him the one with the strange eyes. He has the multi colored hair; he lives life like a dare. Yeah that�s him the one flying through the air! I see him in my dreams I see him in the streets. If I�m lucky I might even see him on the silver screen. That�s him the one, right there the one with the piercings everywhere. He�s perfect for me strange and just like me. I know him inside out and details from within. He�s my guy my dream so all women better let him be! He may not be a movie star but in my dreams he always goes far. The one for me the one who makes me scream. The one who makes me weak in the knees. You are my baby and I am your Queen know that you are the one for me. |
| Simpler Things Do you ever wonder about the simpler things? The times of old the way we were? I sit and wonder about a simple time when I was a queen (or was that just in my dreams) The days blur together now, they never did before. Why aren�t things simple now? Because technology is always knocking on our doors. Who�s to blame for the lack of simpler things? Me myself and I, yes that�s right we are to blame for the loss of simpler things! The quiet breeze blows and there�s something on the wind. Is it the beginning of the golden years? No it�s just the acrid smell of industry rolling in. The simple things before were horses and shoeshine boys. Now we have cars and 50-dollar whores. The simpler things will never return we�ve killed them off and turned them away. We now live in the everlasting, ever growing, computer age. |
| The little people When I see their smiling faces, when I hear them say their graces. I think back and smile and weep, because at one time that was me in the street. I was them looking in. Dying to become one of this world, and now I�m in. The bright lights the cameras, they all surround me now. But I remember when I was the one, the little person in the crowd. I screamed with the rest, I became a groupie like the rest. Now I have the little people admiring me, the groupies the stalkers and yes even the negative publicity. I close my eyes and think back to the day, the day when it all became the real thing. I stood up accepted my award and smiled with glee. I remembered to thank the little people who voted for me. If it wasn�t for them I wouldn�t be here today, I would still be in the crowd pining away. |
| Pleasure is Pain The crack of the whip, oh yes Mistress May I have another. The welts grow as the moans grow louder. He begs for more and do I give it to him? Of course he gets what he paid for. His pain is my pleasure my pleasure is his pain. The handcuffs are too tight they make the flesh bruise. Oh poor baby look what I did to you. Let me kiss your wounds and make them all better. No I will not tolerate that type of behavior. I want to hear you scream I want to see you bleed. Your pain is my pleasure my pleasure is your pain. The time is almost up what should I do next? Remove the gag from your mouth and let you speak? I think not my little slave how about another whipping you�ve been a bad boy. Let me hear you scream I want to make you bleed. Your pain is my pleasure my pleasure is your pain. How was it will you come back for more? Of course, you are my little whore. |
| Fantasyland The dreams we dream are our own little realms. I am the queen and you are my loyal subjects. It�s a place where ghosts, goblins and Satan roam. Its called imagination. Its my fantasyland its where I belong, the endless black nights the song of all songs. Where blood flows like wine and sex is free. That�s my land that�s every man�s fantasy. I rule with an iron fist, the few who can enter oh wait you�re not on my list. It�s a land of magic and might. A land for all my creatures of the night. It�s a dream no its my fantasy. I am the ruler and so it shall be! Off with his head? No I�ll punish him another way send him to my bed. Erotica and sexuality? Two of many things in my land of Fantasy. Whips, chains, leather no that�s not for me. I prefer the land of evil and insanity. We all dress in black we all pick up the slack. Fashion is the high priority in the land called fantasy. The Goths roam free and the preps are our slaves. That�s it little rich boy that�s how we play. I am the ruler of Fantasy bow down kiss my feet or suffer the consequences of minority. Welcome to hell welcome to my Fantasy. |
| The Rich See all the fancy houses all lined up in a row. Big black blank objects against the white driven snow. See them all lit up like a Christmas tree. To them the electric is free. See them eating their caviar and drinking their fine wine. While some of us have no money to buy food or to even dine. You see them walking the streets with their noses in the air. They just don�t seem to give a damn or care. They don�t realize that life isn�t fair. They live in a high society, so why do the rest of us have to live in poverty? They turn their backs on the poor, but they claim to give to charity what a bore. Their life is one big snore. They have their elite parties and debutante balls. While the rest of us are on the outside looking in. Some of us are poor and some of us are middle class. At least we know our roots. You want the truth, some of the rich are a pain in the ass. |
| Blood Rites Dizziness sweeps over me the rage consumes me. All I see is red. The ground is soaked is it dew? No it�s your blood. We fought to the death. Its true the strongest survives. I took you out in one jab. I tasted your blood as it stained my skin. You must remember that even in death I will haunt you. You were weak I am strong. So long my friend I�ll see your rotting carcass in hell. But always remember the blood rites. |
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