PsYkOsUs
03-26-2007, 09:34 PM
NEW STUDIO TRACK!!
AUDIO:
HTTP://WWW.MYSPACE.COM/PSYKOSUS (http://WWW.MYSPACE.COM/PSYKOSUS)
\\\::... THE FORGOTTEN ...::///
Activists write, ‘half-right’, the practice of rights
Vatican fights back strife, fractions of life
Passion of Christ; blacks, whites, searchin’ for meanin’
..Birth of a heathen, worthless murder and treason
At the turn of the season, you’re serpents earnin’ or freezin’
Sacrificin’ self-respect ’ll cash yourself a check
Afterlife was Hell, regretful: ask yourself "what’s next..?"
Cast of helpless Vets, words burn, you heard the story
Burden murdered Glory, and surfaced in Purgatory
Tossed the gun away, the grave: abandoned buildin’
Lost runaways, strays, and stranded children
Found ‘em all with lepers in puzzles where nothing fits
Drownin’ there together in puddles of nothingness
..Thunderstorms, the haunting of one unborn
..And hundreds more with a wanting where someone mourns
‘Cause they’re broken too, it’s rough.. hopin’ you give up
Lyin’ just to speak out, there’s no one you can trust
Dyin’ just to reach out, get too close, and you combust
Most understandable, cloned soldiers too flammable
Veins are wires, are own souls are mechanical
Nameless liars, alone, cold, and intangible
No adversaries, but their own hatred had them buried
..Still, we had to carry.. and make ends’..
So many fake friends, you’d think they’re all imaginary
* * * *
The tourniquets gush.. and it hurts to the touch
They’d never pierce this armor if it weren’t for the rust
..Merciless fucks.. I’m just turnin’ to dust
Ain’t a fuckin’ person on this Earth I can trust
Talkin’ like a man insane; all I understand is pain
Self-destructive, long-abandoned in the rain
Hits the vein, where there’s trauma branded in it’s name
Hell’s instruction..? wrongs implanted in the brain
It’s a game, we’re just goners stranded in the flames
..Life’s nightmare.. cold and forgotten
Gone, but Life’s right there, homeless and rotten
Grieve this site, until I’ve reached this light
Unborn children walk the streets at night
Some mourn, ill, and awkward; leave this plight
..Spare the seeds, I can no longer bear to breathe
There you see..? gun to their heads and scared to squeeze
Rare disease; I’ve seen, but nothin’ was real
..Yall want somethin’ to feel.? get bludgeoned with steel
Locked in a dungeon until the sun is surreal
We’re locked in this dungeon until the sun is surreal
...An immaculate scene, inaccurate dreams
But when facts intervene, we’ll act as it seems:
Existence all just part of some elaborate scheme, and all..
Falls apart in someone’s passionate scream for yall
Copyright © 2007 Psykosus, The Soulless Survivalist
AUDIO:
HTTP://WWW.MYSPACE.COM/PSYKOSUS (http://WWW.MYSPACE.COM/PSYKOSUS)
\\\::... THE FORGOTTEN ...::///
Activists write, ‘half-right’, the practice of rights
Vatican fights back strife, fractions of life
Passion of Christ; blacks, whites, searchin’ for meanin’
..Birth of a heathen, worthless murder and treason
At the turn of the season, you’re serpents earnin’ or freezin’
Sacrificin’ self-respect ’ll cash yourself a check
Afterlife was Hell, regretful: ask yourself "what’s next..?"
Cast of helpless Vets, words burn, you heard the story
Burden murdered Glory, and surfaced in Purgatory
Tossed the gun away, the grave: abandoned buildin’
Lost runaways, strays, and stranded children
Found ‘em all with lepers in puzzles where nothing fits
Drownin’ there together in puddles of nothingness
..Thunderstorms, the haunting of one unborn
..And hundreds more with a wanting where someone mourns
‘Cause they’re broken too, it’s rough.. hopin’ you give up
Lyin’ just to speak out, there’s no one you can trust
Dyin’ just to reach out, get too close, and you combust
Most understandable, cloned soldiers too flammable
Veins are wires, are own souls are mechanical
Nameless liars, alone, cold, and intangible
No adversaries, but their own hatred had them buried
..Still, we had to carry.. and make ends’..
So many fake friends, you’d think they’re all imaginary
* * * *
The tourniquets gush.. and it hurts to the touch
They’d never pierce this armor if it weren’t for the rust
..Merciless fucks.. I’m just turnin’ to dust
Ain’t a fuckin’ person on this Earth I can trust
Talkin’ like a man insane; all I understand is pain
Self-destructive, long-abandoned in the rain
Hits the vein, where there’s trauma branded in it’s name
Hell’s instruction..? wrongs implanted in the brain
It’s a game, we’re just goners stranded in the flames
..Life’s nightmare.. cold and forgotten
Gone, but Life’s right there, homeless and rotten
Grieve this site, until I’ve reached this light
Unborn children walk the streets at night
Some mourn, ill, and awkward; leave this plight
..Spare the seeds, I can no longer bear to breathe
There you see..? gun to their heads and scared to squeeze
Rare disease; I’ve seen, but nothin’ was real
..Yall want somethin’ to feel.? get bludgeoned with steel
Locked in a dungeon until the sun is surreal
We’re locked in this dungeon until the sun is surreal
...An immaculate scene, inaccurate dreams
But when facts intervene, we’ll act as it seems:
Existence all just part of some elaborate scheme, and all..
Falls apart in someone’s passionate scream for yall
Copyright © 2007 Psykosus, The Soulless Survivalist