Death

Everyone has a dark-side,
but now look through my eyes,
my dark, eerie, dismal eyes,
there in lies the powers deep inside,
for ain't got two sides.

I'm like a coin in a Political party,
the light has been blasted,
so you can see into my mind,
all the sex, blood, and violent its horrendous,
like your face, when i get done with it.

Your a cake, i'll finish you lickidy spitidy,
just stabbed still while i grab the chainsaw,
then tell ONE! TWO! THREE! KILLING SPREE!!!
Raise the saw and give you a face-lift,
but just wait that's not the best part,
look there in the fridge, see all the heads and shriveled scruldum sacks,
ya, there spoiled, little, pucks! that bite off more then they can chew!
When they paid to muck for this fucking album,
all cause the dark-side.

In the dark-side we spill with out hesitation,
no regard for who we kill,
who they leave behind.

Some ask why after casting me to the shadows,
but i've done this, i stepped forth two shed blood with ease,
and skill as if it's child-splay,
now i'm back, drowning under the surface,
waiting for you to let go and fall to fate,
for everybody has a dark-side,
just looking my eyes,
i'll show you mine.