Creep
06-23-2002, 03:30 PM
Wrote this today, so i thaught i'd post it here. Please comment on this, and if you can, tell me what it's about, cause i want to see if the message gets through to you ;)
Looking into your own grave with your own eyes
You've gone insane, brainwashed from moans and cries
Mind's gone for life, wishing existance will end in an instant
Know that you can have an impact on both adults and infants
Endulge in women, an erroneous mindstate catapults on sinners
Those with a habit of killers over both lunch and dinner
No remorse and no regrets, no guilt on their chest, like crazy war-vets
Guns in the trunks of their corvettes, angry and mad like hornets
Attacking the whores on the corners, then hiding past the border
Strangers in their own country, foreigners, copycats of Jack the Ripper
Imagine slashed witnesses of more victims than from the gassings of Hitler
So they hide among the rats and lizards thinking "God I'm vicious"
During the closing of caskets of bitches, they laugh at their Mrs
She had to walk the streets in disgrace, paid to be raped
Just to put food on the table, just to feed their babies
Men murder their women like it's a weaker race, now people rage
Stand with one foot in the grave, the other in hell
Girls murdered just because they bothered their men
They all honored them well, even in defeat of a ruptured self
Now husbands are cuffed and celled, but the rage is enough to swell
Global hatred against the girls who sell their bodies, gut and face
But life is tough in ways, they're only mothers, and survive best themselves
Looking into your own grave with your own eyes
You've gone insane, brainwashed from moans and cries
Mind's gone for life, wishing existance will end in an instant
Know that you can have an impact on both adults and infants
Endulge in women, an erroneous mindstate catapults on sinners
Those with a habit of killers over both lunch and dinner
No remorse and no regrets, no guilt on their chest, like crazy war-vets
Guns in the trunks of their corvettes, angry and mad like hornets
Attacking the whores on the corners, then hiding past the border
Strangers in their own country, foreigners, copycats of Jack the Ripper
Imagine slashed witnesses of more victims than from the gassings of Hitler
So they hide among the rats and lizards thinking "God I'm vicious"
During the closing of caskets of bitches, they laugh at their Mrs
She had to walk the streets in disgrace, paid to be raped
Just to put food on the table, just to feed their babies
Men murder their women like it's a weaker race, now people rage
Stand with one foot in the grave, the other in hell
Girls murdered just because they bothered their men
They all honored them well, even in defeat of a ruptured self
Now husbands are cuffed and celled, but the rage is enough to swell
Global hatred against the girls who sell their bodies, gut and face
But life is tough in ways, they're only mothers, and survive best themselves