fletchergull

Lucifer is one lonely beast... he'd kill a priest... to have a feast... and while he's simply standing tall... the trees might fly, the skies might fall... Slaughter your doubts! Slaughter them ALL... he's not your father! spare your soul... Just beat the drum, let's start a tune... No one is hurt, we're all immune... Your tears are dry, your fire's wet... Yet death is not your safest bet...

Some nights, the moon seems crystal clear with a pinch of bloody Mary smear you try to catch it but alas it seems far through your steamy glass you scream, you shout then suffocate and cry as you reiterate and as your soul tries hard to seep the angels laugh, the demons weep with a pinch of verbs from your past tense Some nights, the moon Stops Making Sense...

Seems like the smile of yesterday... Is now a million miles away... Seems like the warmth has turned to ice... And seems like winter's here to stay... Seems like the time like grains of sand... Is slipping through our weary hand... Seems like we're doomed to pay the price... And seems like we're too poor to pay... Seems like the game of you and I... Is clearly ending in a tie... Seems like the gods have rolled the dice... And seems like we're not meant to play...

I'm cold daddy, I'm cold, my stories were not told... I'm cold daddy, I'm cold, my blanket has been sold... I'm cold daddy, I'm cold, my tune is turning old... I'm cold daddy, I'm cold, it's warmth I need, not gold... the great war is asking for an encore... the great war is filled with blood and gore... the great war is knocking on my door... the great war is here, and I'm no more...

You'll burn your flesh to aggravate my pain... You'll smudge your voice to denigrate my stain... No matter where I'll be... I'm near... No matter how hard I'll try... you'll always be dear... my pain has always made you sneer... That's it... my life's not yours to smear... I'll sow my terror to water your fears... I'll spread my madness to harvest your tears... No matter where you'll hide... you're dead... No matter how fast you'll run... I'm one step ahead... your fear is now my daily bread... Bang Bang... that's it... you're done... you're dead...

If you could be back for a while Then maybe I would once more smile and maybe I would jump and scream for I finally caught a dream I'd wet your lips with my own tears I'd kiss your skin, fondle your ears I'd hug you, feel you, smell your hair then let you leave again... I swear I'd sing you soothing lullabies and make you live as my soul dies I'd even go the extra mile if you could be back for a while...

Simon says: love me to death... Simon says: be there for me... Simon says: take a deep breath... Simon says: kneel on one knee... Simon Says: Don't say a word... Simon Says: Handle my shit... Simon Says: Go Fetch the bird!!! Simon Says: Roll Over!!! SIT!!! Simon says: now go away... Simon says: cut me some slack... Simon says: Just go astray... Simon says: Never come back... Quite a filthy game to play... Soaked in useless words to heed... We'll all leave at End of Day... What a lonely life to lead... Parasitism at its best... Game-like shaped to lure the wise... So allow me to suggest Renaming it "Simon Lies"...

what if we played a brand new game you've never played before? although at first you'll find it lame I'm sure you'll soon adore... let's play a game of sounds and screams where silence makes one lose and you and I on separate teams with voices to abuse... we'd scream and shout and even hum but mean nothing at all And spill out all the words that come to our mind, to our soul we'd howl some profanity for everyone to hear enjoying the insanity and letting go of fear we'd slay each other with remorse with prejudice and loath so we'd move on or go to source yet not be torn by both...