Michael Cane Can Sure Play An Asshole 2002-03-11
Are you willing to fight to your last breath Just to be able to write? If they took every pen or pencil away And cut out your tounge As they did the Marquis DeSade Would you Like him Write words on walls with the blood Of the same wound that was ment To silence you forever? Do you have the courage to Let the words blow out of you're fingers Like the wind of a hurricane? Even that is not enough Let the Beast inside you rage Spilling words like wine apon the page And let your venom poison who it may Summon spirits in our minds And around us Weave spells of banishment Until nothing is left but pure emotion Drilling into our minds Let your words become dogs on the hunt Never stopping until they shred our ears Brand images into our minds Scar us Tatoo our imagination Turn you thoughts into swords To slash through Our desensitized brains Bullets of wisdom or emotion To pierce our hearts Make the pauses between your words Become as tense as the moment Right before one car impacts into another Just when the drivers notice the impending collision Show us life in your eyes Causing great changes in Our mental chemistry Until we all fall from exaustion At your feet ~Matt Magus
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