nefieslab
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Not complete yet, may change because it is the beginning of a concept album so the story might change.
Ledgend in the making,
never resisted taking,
my hands,
always shaking,
scars on my face,
curse this place!
Curse the men!
Curse the whores!
Curse the purse,
always makes me beg,
beg for more,
the green that sustains.
**** this pain!
**** the rain!
It shows my shame!
Bars open to streets,
Stained and polluted sheets,
left by a *****,
left on the floor.
Trouble to stir,
"An older boy did it sir!"
can't take it anymore!
Got to get out,
got to get out,
i won't face that lout,
i'll scream and i'll shout,
beat my chest and scream for hours,
knowing it won't stop,
knowing i'll end up,
beyond repair,
****** up,
and left here,
there,
but everwhere,
bare and without a care!
Drink it down,
**** from the clown,
decked in a crown,
he never looks down,
never sees us suffer,
never sees us die,
never sees what we do,
what we do to survive.
Nevermore!
Shall I spread his lies,
Nevermore!
Not while young girls open their thighs,
Nevermore!
Not to drink his ****,
is to be done with it,
to leave the pit,
So it was writ,
but **** it,
we live and die,
down here in the sty,
look to the sky,
see the *** waiting,
to **** on us scum!
Trapped in gutters,
close the shutters,
my leige and lord,
lest the smell escape,
and cross the road,
and damnation extend its hand,
straight from the ashes,
the ashes of our land,
our hearts and our souls,
and ****** away,
what you took anyway,
from our broken homes.
Our broken holes.
Nothing but Rat's homes.
You sick little twist!
like it when they resist,
don't you Lord Perv!
They scream and shout,
hands waving about,
but you don't give a ****,
do you really?
you just want what you want,
and you take what you need,
from the hide of a little girl,
who you'd trap from the world,
have your fun with her,
before moving again,
taking her friends,
never letting the young sleep,
always they shall weep,
thinking of your repulsive touch,
and what they'd do to escape it.
To survive it.
They sell it.
Didn't ya know?
To the highest bidder,
becoming bitter,
as they litter our street corners,
doing what they can,
to escape your hand.
And as they sleep,
they cannot weep.
This land takes that from them,
robs them of sense,
leaves them women in the past tense.
For these WERE girls.
Now they are Rats.
Trapped forever in the land or your doing.
*whispered*
Well now I have your ear...
before I disappear...
I bid thee welcome...
to cesspool of the year...
COUNTY ANTRIM!
Ledgend in the making,
never resisted taking,
my hands,
always shaking,
scars on my face,
curse this place!
Curse the men!
Curse the whores!
Curse the purse,
always makes me beg,
beg for more,
the green that sustains.
**** this pain!
**** the rain!
It shows my shame!
Bars open to streets,
Stained and polluted sheets,
left by a *****,
left on the floor.
Trouble to stir,
"An older boy did it sir!"
can't take it anymore!
Got to get out,
got to get out,
i won't face that lout,
i'll scream and i'll shout,
beat my chest and scream for hours,
knowing it won't stop,
knowing i'll end up,
beyond repair,
****** up,
and left here,
there,
but everwhere,
bare and without a care!
Drink it down,
**** from the clown,
decked in a crown,
he never looks down,
never sees us suffer,
never sees us die,
never sees what we do,
what we do to survive.
Nevermore!
Shall I spread his lies,
Nevermore!
Not while young girls open their thighs,
Nevermore!
Not to drink his ****,
is to be done with it,
to leave the pit,
So it was writ,
but **** it,
we live and die,
down here in the sty,
look to the sky,
see the *** waiting,
to **** on us scum!
Trapped in gutters,
close the shutters,
my leige and lord,
lest the smell escape,
and cross the road,
and damnation extend its hand,
straight from the ashes,
the ashes of our land,
our hearts and our souls,
and ****** away,
what you took anyway,
from our broken homes.
Our broken holes.
Nothing but Rat's homes.
You sick little twist!
like it when they resist,
don't you Lord Perv!
They scream and shout,
hands waving about,
but you don't give a ****,
do you really?
you just want what you want,
and you take what you need,
from the hide of a little girl,
who you'd trap from the world,
have your fun with her,
before moving again,
taking her friends,
never letting the young sleep,
always they shall weep,
thinking of your repulsive touch,
and what they'd do to escape it.
To survive it.
They sell it.
Didn't ya know?
To the highest bidder,
becoming bitter,
as they litter our street corners,
doing what they can,
to escape your hand.
And as they sleep,
they cannot weep.
This land takes that from them,
robs them of sense,
leaves them women in the past tense.
For these WERE girls.
Now they are Rats.
Trapped forever in the land or your doing.
*whispered*
Well now I have your ear...
before I disappear...
I bid thee welcome...
to cesspool of the year...
COUNTY ANTRIM!