Time is the fire in which we burn The bitter ash and dust of hate choke what remains So dont breathe a mote about fate or faith Cause those words and their toll leave so many so cold (Pick it up) And the storys so old yet it never gets told But its written in the scars on the wrists of the lost In the cold of life Yeah, my mother was raped at nine years old (Hoo-ah) I guess good ol fashioned poverty and a violent drunk of a dad was not cliche enough So fate tore away her faith on that secret day Torn along with her hymen Still somewhere in time theres a little bloody girl of nine Hey Ma, you know Been burned? Life is cold Hey Ma, youve screamed And somewhere lost in time you scream But life goes on Yeah, life goes on Yes, life goes on Yeah, life goes on Say: Na na na Knock, knock; whos there? Ive got a little joke about the horror of the world The horror and the gag is the soul can die but life goes on Hoo-ah! Can you dig it? The heart keeps beating but the blood goes cold And theres no rock bottom So welcome to the joke of un-life (Ha, ha, ha) Hey Ma, I know: You died so long ago Hey Ma, now I see: Youre still a nine-year-old girl screaming But life goes on So, life goes on Cause, life goes on So, life goes on Say: Na na na Time is the fire in which we burn The heart keeps beating but the blood - goes - cold What do you know about horror? Horror Life goes on Cold-ass life Life goes on Na, na-na-na, na...
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 18:36:01 +0000
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