innocence shares its pain freely
with all who will listen
and feed on the weakness within
where honesty is repaid with emptiness
and good intentions
with a broken heart
hearts and souls
are meant to be broken
it's how the heartless survive
like serpents offering apples
to innocent fools
who want to believe
if you close your eyes
you can hear thier scales
slithering towards you on the earth
welcome the serpant
but pass on it's gifts
as this leaves the serpant powerless
and ready for your consumption "burp"
by martin
peasents and parasites
guardian angels and goon squads
kings and queens
tricks and treats
but no golden globes
addicts and assholes
cops and robbers
bars and flys
all open and pissing
on tonites presenter
brake lights and blow jobs
cash and carry
tainted faries eating cheese
faces wet with dirty knees
no oscar here
innocent untill proven guilty
or so they say ... and believe
lifeless bodies ... slowly bleed
on 82nd you'll find all you need
you can be a big star ... but you'll never shine
by martin
i'll be there waiting
when darkness falls
and you are in
a caskets walls
with severed heads
from shredded dolls
where only i
can hear your calls
i'll make you lay down
on the floor
and proove to me
you are my whore
in a room
that has no door
you'll then receive your wings
wings to fly
above the earth
bloody stains upon your skirt
devils little afterbirth
another pawn
of little worth
pledge your soul to me
by martin
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Wow this one is real deep. I can relate.
I can relate to this one too. Very nicely written. So heart-felt.
god
the big boss
the CEO
the enforcer
guns
your protector
your rite
your friend
government
big liars
big panderers
big pussys
this is how i see things
this is only me
and you don't have to agree
because we are free
at least i am
by martin
i always hear people talking about
looking for, or finding
that perfect soulmate
the ying for thier yang
how perfect they must be
but perfect wouldn't work for me
i also hear people saying that
opposites attract
come on now
gimme a fucking break !
if ya really believe that
you'll be back to the well
and what's this talk of
opening up to another human being ?
you know, letting down the wall
saying what you really feel
and what you truly believe in
now that would take some courage
hmmm, makes me feel like
damaged goods, but that's alrite
inperfection is fertile ground
for unholy alliences the heart
where yesterdays persicutions
can become tomorrows dreams
and blackened hearts can join as one
by martin
i wonder how many times we say goodbye each day ?
i'm sure it's quite a few, but who counts anyway ?
the only goodbyes i remember are the last goodbyes.
sometimes i know it's gonna be the last goodbye when i say it.
other times, after somebody has moved on, or died.
i have to rack my brain to remember every little detail.
of that last goodbye.
so what i'm getting at here is that only the last goodbye.
is the true goodbye.
that last forever.
by martin
i spend all my life
watching the clock
time ticking by
waiting to die
and i don't even try
to live
life isn't fun anymore
maybe it never was
the fun times
always costed somebody
but that somebody
was never me
tic - toc
watchin the clock
wondering why
i'm wanting to die
wishin i had a gun
and enough guts
to pull the trigger
by martin
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Been there, and definitely felt that. Well, just know i will always be there for you. And if you ever needed someone to talk too, you know you have me here.
that goes bolth ways my friend
so we've put down our smokes
and took our last tokes
the new year is here
shit, no more beer
tomorrow we're smokin and drinkin again
beating ourselfs up for living in sin
resolutions have passed
and life is a blast
we thought we could do it
and then we said screw it
just like last year
now pass me a beer
happy new year !
by martin
driving along in my car
checkin out the blue toothed sharks
and the nose pickin posies
bobbin thier heads
to the metal, g-funk, disco, pop
spilling from the sky
like electric rain on a sweet summers nite
classical punk
and light hearted funk
invisible men selling soap
while they're smokin thier dope
plugged in and tuned out
to what life's all about
easy riders in cars on our way to the stars
square pants bob's honkin his horn
fingers are up and waving to korn
oil and minoxide are setting the mood
bob's still a honkin, he's so fuckin rude
digital tube boys shoppin for pets
rear end collisions we'll never forget
hey the horn blows, how about the driver ?
i dont know ... you'll have to ask bob
by martin
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