I do happen to write lyrics in my free time and am quite happy with what I produce. I just thought that I might share some of my pieces with fellow writers. I'm open to comments and opinions, good or bad doesn't bother me, although if you do feel like critiquing my work feel free to name where I should improve. So enjoy ^^
Devil's Edge
Verse 1 - Everybody hates the words I say to them.
Not only am I trapped, I try to walk the sands
Of life but now I understand.
That these feelings do not shape, but bend.
And in the fire I will blacken my hand.
To the point of longing for it's death.
So fear me, cause I have no regret.
No remorse, no sense, don't forgive, don't let
People walk all over me again.
The pain has become the Devil's edge.
Verse 2 - So let me tell you, now I see
How hate manifests so viciously.
Longed for the touch.
Silently.
This decision of contempt isn't happening.
Chorus 1- Angel's hands guide my way
Through the passionate love and bitter hate.
Restless are the ones who spit and bleed.
My ghosts will not ever take a part of me.
Stripping me down, I'm not confused.
My life is the way that I f*cking choose.
My way seems a fortunate life for some.
What little do they know, it's a dream undone.
Insert - "...and he's laying there bleeding, and I keep telling him 'It's alright, we got him, we are getting you out of here'.
But you know, it's in his eyes that there's nothing left even though there are tears still coming out. And he's gone just like that...he's gone."
Verse 3 - Decieve the voices that inside speak true.
Destroying your cold inner solitude.
So push up from the grave, and state your name
Your loyalty, devotion, to the end of your days.
Ashes to ashes, in the dust we pray
For the release to come and pick us away.
It's never what it's worth,
Or so it seems with all of the decay, lost hope, and bloodspilling.
Don't breathe, don't sleep, no taste, no feel.
You don't have to live to know what's real.
Verse 4 - So let me tell you, now I see
How the rage blurs my vision constantly.
Longed for the touch.
Silently.
This situation can't exist, what is happening?
Chorus 2 - Angel's hands guide my way
Through the passionate love and bitter hate.
Restless are the ones who spit and bleed.
My ghosts will not ever take a part of me.
Stripping me down, I'm not confused.
My life is the way that I f*cking choose.
My way seems a fortunate life for some.
What little do they know, it's a dream undone.
Chorus 3 - Angel's hands guide my way
Through the passionate love and bitter hate.
Restless are the ones who spit and bleed.
My ghosts will not ever take a part of me.
Stripping me down, I'm not confused.
My life is the way that I f*cking choose.
My way seems a fortunate life for some.
What little do they know, it's a dream undone.
Final Chorus - Stripping me down, I'm not confused.
My life is the way that I f*cking choose.
My way seems a fortunate life for some.
What little do they know, it's a dream undone.
My way seems a fortunate life for some.
What little do they know, it's a dream undone.
