k4mik4ze
05-27-2007, 08:41 AM
just joined the site , thought id drop a lil sumthin
these shackled gates pose a peril , thats a fit for pearly gates//
the skys a mirror to my baffled face , im in advance ill face early fate//
i got pins to pull like a tailor , let me sew you stringed puppet//
patients are yellow but i fight paler,the sound of projectiles "i love it"//
the winter wind passes the smell, i sniff like a dog its the odour of death//
the satisfaction of meth, it enters and burns my soul as i border with hell//
i heard the enemy, and grabbed a hold of my gun as the devil told me to run//
prone to the sun with a chance to get shred like scrolls for the dumb//
when the opposition entered the portal, our realm altered in chaos//
that day is inked immortal, which heaved us to be held as martys with pathos//
i dont boast of greek mythology, but during battle we were blessed by kratos//
we went to war illogically,just like i didnt know wat joinin the army may cost//
in war schizophrenia is frequent, u find an inner devil with a black heart//
u split limbs like ur personality, in a level where attackin flanks is art//
its serene like listenin to mozart, gradually u get a hold off the bloodshed//
we fightin submerged in diluted blood, bodys fall and roll on the mud red//
the death toll is a numerical flood fed, in the field we are daunted drones//
everyday at sunset some said we might live or die but we carry haunted bones//
its like a disease u fight alone, makes ya flesh crawl and ya marrow fade//
ricochets light the lone, enemies might condone "NAWW" theyll empty ammo crates//
pyromaniacs burn ya flesh, we'll burn together if yall wearin camo capes//
lets return the stress, we'll turn east to west and give ya narrow space//
get at me
these shackled gates pose a peril , thats a fit for pearly gates//
the skys a mirror to my baffled face , im in advance ill face early fate//
i got pins to pull like a tailor , let me sew you stringed puppet//
patients are yellow but i fight paler,the sound of projectiles "i love it"//
the winter wind passes the smell, i sniff like a dog its the odour of death//
the satisfaction of meth, it enters and burns my soul as i border with hell//
i heard the enemy, and grabbed a hold of my gun as the devil told me to run//
prone to the sun with a chance to get shred like scrolls for the dumb//
when the opposition entered the portal, our realm altered in chaos//
that day is inked immortal, which heaved us to be held as martys with pathos//
i dont boast of greek mythology, but during battle we were blessed by kratos//
we went to war illogically,just like i didnt know wat joinin the army may cost//
in war schizophrenia is frequent, u find an inner devil with a black heart//
u split limbs like ur personality, in a level where attackin flanks is art//
its serene like listenin to mozart, gradually u get a hold off the bloodshed//
we fightin submerged in diluted blood, bodys fall and roll on the mud red//
the death toll is a numerical flood fed, in the field we are daunted drones//
everyday at sunset some said we might live or die but we carry haunted bones//
its like a disease u fight alone, makes ya flesh crawl and ya marrow fade//
ricochets light the lone, enemies might condone "NAWW" theyll empty ammo crates//
pyromaniacs burn ya flesh, we'll burn together if yall wearin camo capes//
lets return the stress, we'll turn east to west and give ya narrow space//
get at me