Tragic Hero

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Monday, 26 January 2009 00:17


Dreams
 
Oh, these dreams keep crushing me
Haunting me every time I sleep
Must have something to do with Destiny
Don’t you know I don’t prescribe to your morality?
I choose my own perception of reality,
The ultimate evil is complacency!

Play hard, live fast, while you can
Don’t deny yourself the pleasure of experience
This is the prime-time of our lives,
We have to fight to keep our freedom alive!

Never naively let relationships stifle you
We’ve got our youth and an attitude to prove
The coming of an era is upon us now,
A new generation, turn it upside down!


Razor’s Edge

As I feel the heavy strain the pain just seems to drip
The razor let it out, the razor will let it all end
Finally no more lies, finally no more pain
I’ll never have to go through this again

You pretended to like me, you pretended to be my friend
You pretended to care for me, you pretended to love until the end
You must believe I haven’t any feelings, you must believe I don’t care
You must believe nothing hurts me and that my heart is here to tear
You led me down the hall, you opened the door like a friend
You led me into a closet only for me to find the bitter end

Now I can’t take anything else, you stripped me of virginity
You stripped me of my soul, all you left for me was this razor to hold
If it wasn’t for you I could go on living,
I would live a life of truth and non-pretending
But it doesn’t matter now, the deathly damage is done
It feels so good to finally let the hurt flow out of me

And when I die I will fly up into Heaven
I’ll never have to see your vile face again
And when you die I know you’ll finally pay
You’ll be judged to eternally burn and rot in Hell

Razor so sharp, razor so quick, razor slices like a candlestick
Drip-drop, the purple spot, it splashes upon the sink
Clothes are getting dirty, the carpet is stained
I think my crimson bathroom is where I’ll finally lay

The razor let it out, the razor will let it all end
You stripped me of my soul, all you left for me was this razor to hold
The razor let it out, the razor will let it all end
You stripped me of my soul and finally you’ve achieved your goal.


Fountain of Fun

So you’re interested in chaos and disorder
Well, let me take you south of the border
An environment extremely unlike ours
Have a blast dancing at our favorite bars

Speeding along the toll road as fast as we can
Being young is an attitude as well as a stand
Surfing safari, break out the guns
Ride the forceful waves of the crowded shore
Entertainment for tourist enjoying the sun
Better off exploring for something more

Experience a disassociation of the senses,
Interpret the rising smoke of the burning incense
Psychology, philosophy, envelope me
Employing the myth that overruns our being
Girls in the next room laughing in mute
Dionysus himself blowing through his flute
Yes I know exactly what you seek,
Yes I can satisfy the world’s needs

Stoked we came, we’re having such a ball
Pound another, emit the ancient Indian call
Yes right now is the apex of our lives
Pic-cah to your worries, discard your strife
Fulfillment obtained, excitement down here
Fountain of Fun, we’ll be back again next year.


These works appear in Contemporary Visions I
Published by special arrangement with
Arousamotive-TRAGIC HERO Productions

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