Description: This was written when I was confined in a place long ago where bible thumpers would shove the word of god down my throat. I don't believe I should be forced to believe anything.
Who the Hell are YOU -------------------------------------------
Warm milk and sedatives
Only death where vendetta lives
Tears seep down where blisters form
An eruption of chaos in a whirling storm
Fingers point and knuckles crack
Exfoliate the old to bring the youth back
Hang on tight the rain's up ahead
Cries from the churches, screams for the dead
Who the hell are you to keep me here?
The will to survive, or fucked up fear?
Who the hell are you to hand out pain?
Let a few swim and the others drown in the rain
A warm fuzzy blanket and a handful of meds
Holes slowly form when you pull out the threads
Nothing heals like a healthy cry
Especially for the addict that can't get high
Headaches attack like forks to the brain
The more desperate attempts to poke through a vein
A puncture wound with no intentions to heal
Give me one fucking reason to bow down and kneel
Who the hell are you taking in all the fame?
Casting down shadows to point the blame.
Who the hell are you to bring love into fight?
Beauty abused and lost in the night.
I have no respect for hungering power
Piece by piece, they always devour