Inside

A dark, cynical, rather hysterical song written in absolute anger ...

darkness is my leisure
pain is my pleasure
hurts are my survival pills
love is what people say kills

stand for what you have lived
kill for what you haven't got
die for what is right
fall for the one you thought

lived amongst the angels...
gifted by god himself
brought up by the holy priests
but feeding on the lies...

roses are for the queens
the thorns are the ones who love me
starless night is my time
daylight is for crime

wake up only to scream
dream only not to bleed
cry to bathe my crimson skin
the shadow is my next to kin

stand for what you've known
fall for the one alone
kill for all you never got
die for the one you thought

lived amongst the angels...
gifted by god himself
brought up by the holy priests
but feeding on the lies...

It's who you are ... inside
Inside ... ... Inside ...
This is you, inside

Author's Note

Please go easy on this one because I would, myself, call it a sorry excuse for a song