Hey guys! I listen to a lot of different music, you could say. I recently wrote some lyrics for my cousin's band. What do you think of them? One mistake. Gun to my head, and a knife to my throat, How on earth did we get like this? One little mistake, One little mistake, CAN'T HOLD IT BACK NO MORE! I bite my lip, And I taste the blood, speckled down my shirt, streaked down the front. Draw a line of blood, down my arm, Watch it drip, watch it fall, watch it go. A knife under my chin, a gun to the back of my head, I see you walk in, finger on the trigger. You look away, You can't do it without looking away. LOOK AT ME, you scream. Taken aback he lets the gun go, Arms bound to this wooden chair, a bloody mess is what you are. Legs tied together, A bloody mess is what you are. On an empty stomach, a dry mouth, a bloody mess is what you are. I bite my lip, And I taste the blood, speckled down my shirt, streaked down the front. Draw a line of blood, down my arm, watch it drip, watch it fall, watch it go. Tell me I'm fine, Sick a' bein' hurt, and sick a' bein' lied to. TELL THE TRUTH! TELL THE TRUTH! If I died, If I cried, If I lied, If I sighed. WOULD YOU SAVE ME? Save me from this nasty place, save me from this bloody chair, save me from this sacred place. Save me from myself... SAVE ME FROM MYSELF! I bite my lip, And I taste the blood, speckled down my shirt, streaked down the front. Draw a line of blood, down my arm, watch it drip, watch it fall, watch it go. A knife under my chin, A gun behind my head, You watch as the trigger is pulled, the bullet flies through your skull, the knife shoots upwards. GAME OVER. Apocalyptic (light drumming and no other instruments) *Whispers* Apocalyptic, apoca, apoca, apocalyptic (x3) (All instruments come on *you decide how*) In this world of peace, it kills my mind, to find so much joy (string out the word joy) and happiness. We fight to breathe, hold to seize, they look down from above. (String out above) This life so hard to control but they find it easy to live. Maddens my kind, we bring war from above. Hold our ground, from the last of the land we own. (String out own) Let's rage down this... *whispers* (no intruments except light drumming) Apocalyptic, apoca, apoca, apocalyptic (x3) I want this world to be free, to fight to breathe, to hold to seize, to live in the way we do. I wanna break the society rules, I wanna break this unnatural bond, I wanna fight to breathe, I wanna hold to seize, I want this war to rage upon this... *whispers* (no intruments except light drumming) Apocalyptic, apoca, apoca, apocalyptic (x3) The apocalypse that has become, we have no control of our movements, held by the string of unbeknown, This mysterious void in break down below, has turned into, (back up vocalist echoes has turned into x2) A WAR OF HELL! Never experienced love in this way of living, never will, never want to. This gunshot wound won't heal for as long as I fight. We fight as we have to, we fight for freedom, We can't stop, We are the puppets held by the strings of stretched fingers from above, you are the game we play with, you are the entertainment. They want fighters, We gave them war. They want war, we gave them fighters. The soldiers we are, We stand in line to fight our way, Cause Weeee areeee... *whispers* (no intruments ) Apocalyptic END Which one do you like best? First or second? Thx guys!
