Cyanide Eyes
(Blood will have Blood)
Hear the storm in the distance. See with a crystal clear view of the light, when the world we know perish's and dies.
Under a hail of cast iron fantasy, the blood seeps into the soil, entrancing to see our bodies vanishing.
Breeding hatred of the one who lay above, sitting back and embracing our world with the bet.
The spin of roulet to see who will win. Under pressure the sky collapses. The support soon fades and dies.
Calling out chants of a tyrant's life, was it fate? Was it time for our world to meet it's demise
Why are we all running from something that has no place to go?
Why are you crying because of the ending which seems to real?
Why is this all going to end here?
Under the eyelids of cyanide eyes.
Poision to the sight, the faith we have was broken, it has burnt down and died.
Is it true that we are marionettes that were forged to die? Is it true that the aqua sky soon fades into our cyanide.
Let it be known that when all light dies, blood will have blood, we all die.
Blood will have blood, said the tyrant king. In the darkness all of our love and life breeds. For he is the great deciever.
Our long forgotten seer. Twist the binds and open up the lies, pandoras box in a plastic strip. Corruption of our foundation.
Society has become, something so twisted, like the smile of our lord, laying back, relaxed on the cross.
Pound into our mind, three daggers twined together as our reasons to survive.
Why are we all running from something that has no place to go?
Why are you crying because of the ending which seems to real?
Why is this all going to end here?
Under the eyelids of cyanide eyes.
Poision to the sight, the faith we have was broken, it has burnt down and died.
Is it true that we are marionettes that were forged to die? Is it true that the aqua sky soon fades into our cyanide.
Let it be known that when all light dies, blood will have blood, we all die.
:: Solo ::
Where ever the blood runs cold, twisting in contradiction was the world called trust, which gained the ammount of a lifetime to grow. This would be the final time you can step out side. The box and the walls have sealed the deal. Show no more.
Show no one. Let the pain just ride, resurection through the cracks in your skull. Plant down six feet deep, was the tension of being a failure, close your eyes and let the poison take its time to die. Let the skin peel back and wail. Let your effort show.
Why are we all running from something that has no place to go?
Why are you crying because of the ending which seems to real?
Why is this all going to end here?
Under the eyelids of cyanide eyes.
Poision to the sight, the faith we have was broken, it has burnt down and died.
Is it true that we are marionettes that were forged to die? Is it true that the aqua sky soon fades into our cyanide.
Let it be known that when all light dies, blood will have blood, we all die.
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Submission Name: Cyanide Eyes
