EnemyDream

Some Things Better Left Destroyed (Waiting On a Wayward Cleaver) Life is what you fake it, not how much you like it Because image is everything And you can only take what fits in your coffin I am a headstone waiting for words to have the last laugh For this I hate you jagged little letters Always there in angst to finish my final task In my darkest hours I will tower 'till I'm overthrown With the greed of godspeed I will not answer the phone if it's my time to go I am but a bystander waiting on a wayward cleaver Catching bullets with the spoken riddle I would rather be dead than to be a believer All my memories are useless to so

To the End of the Earth (Loathe) "There was blood everywhere... My heart racing with despair, pounding it's way out and ready to flee, but here I stand, ready to bring you to your knees!" Whether the battle is short or long, just make me the bloodiest To defend the monster’s boundless honor, I will lend my own chest I want to be the walking abomination of every failed creation So in my defiance I’ll hope to be singled out for there is more reliance I will go to the end of the earth to make you hurt I will send back body parts for every time I curse "I could only watch for in distant lands, children plot with their father's d

To the End of the Earth (Yearn) This air that I breathe A gift, a disease whilst it be Nothing has to be anything that we will regret Lest we seize the days, nights, and keep no secrets I will go to the end of the earth Delve the deepest depths and trek the farthest firths To obtain whatever your heart will gain mirth Absent of self-less cost and inherent worth But some day I will die And with the windmill full of life We will burn forever hand in hand At least we'll be together in the final end As I wait for you at the gates of serenity My soul will revel in anguish for an eternity Cosmic wars fought at the edge of infinity

A Chance for Change Take this life for all it's worth If you go in debt Use the déjà vu to change it's coarse Excuses are for regret Don't look back and always know what matters more Resurrection is for the inept Either get it right or hand over your control Turn to know one is best Make me enlightened or make me a new soul I'm bored to death With all my past lives lived so bold Make haste with heck For we will eventually be but annulled Move before you wreck The only things that matter are your goals Have certainty with your dread Then nothing else will matter when you’re old

Algae For our special day, a grave plot and shovel Although I'll still never be ready It will at least give a place to wait in denial In way so maniacal Like the last words before a dying heart beat I will treasure all of our memories From the bottom of this empty space in my chest Like a maggot to rotting flesh I will show you I love you by keeping you safe Enslaving the brave, use their bones for a cage Slaughter the innocent to make you seem less guilty I love you every beautiful self destructive way

Beating on Death's Door    I feel sorry... Sometimes... For the people that do not know What life is truly about, or for what it has in store Eventually I will leave my mark, or some day I might flip that car I'll be right there to hide if time stands still and passes us by Someday I just might... But time is still not on our side If I get to heaven I will trade my halo for a bomb My Hurst will have a luggage rack and I will brake for no one Because you can have ice with your tea in hell... But... Don't tell... Everyday life is just a passing dream for scheming pretty schemes Also for drinking Ajax and sniffing toxic