When death walks amongst us to steal somthing away
soon a new life will began
by all means celebriate it
than when death has its turn become afraid
all you have is your deciet
you are not what you said
you swore you were such a man you would not cry
and that nothing can hurt you here
but no matter what the man
when you look death in his haloweed eye
you will lose yourself in fear
and began to cry
A cold blooded killer will turn to a fragile boy
when his anti-karma love does not return
he would know they stole his toy
All the time he had it
is now a mental image gone bad
he was only fit
for what he had
everything is all gone
wasted away
but it wont be long before he gets a new toy to play
though it will never be the same one
new love will spawn from tears
the deed is forever lasting done
and it will wither away in pasts' years
My deer are dead
Im helter-skelter ringing a vibrant black
now the rest in my mothers bed
and they are not allowed to come back.