This Should Be A Good One

Kissing a ghost I fall to the hands of emptiness
Fiction becomes reality as you put the fish hooks in me
Ripping out my guts with a fucking rusty knife
Stabbing me in the back everytime I've said 'enough'
No more for me these stories just keep getting worse
Taking a little from here and a little from there
I've seen that I have a right to vengence
And I will fight for what is mine, for what is right
Killing in the name of everything this is pure and light
A variety of damage is caused when I walk in the night
Calling out the names of all those who hate me
I walk quiet and carry a big stick
Big enough to crush your fucking head for all your bullshit
For the sins you committed and then passed to me
When you held my hand and told me it was all alright
Then turned me around and put the gun to my back
Why not do it in the front, so I can see your eyes when I die
In order that I will wake up and remember that last moment
When my last breath entered and the sweat began to fall
An open ending to this mystery, am I alive or just breathing?
So take your hands out of my mouth
My teeth are tired of bitting down on this wretched ash
Set the world ablaze so that I may waste away
Returning to where I came from, the land of the dead
Free me from this prison, this body I call my own
Lost to the meanings of time, I'm feeling optimistic about this one
So if hope dies then what do we have left to look to?
I once held out that all could be made right
But I soon was put in my place and laid back to die
Watching from a burning second story window the sun rise
With death rays made in black tears and acidic thoughts
Children now dream of when they can wake up to heat
So cold and lost inside the ambitions of the world have died
Having seen what I've seen they just don't have the stomach for it
Yet I was there, the day that the sky turned red
Black clouds poured out their sorrows and we all praised
For the end was near, but it was only the beginning
A continuing of our hardships and mine most of all
Suffering under the weight of all who came to my helping hand
Sometimes I wish to know if I am blessed or cursed
If my chaos is lucky and my woe made to shine as bliss
Make way here comes a new day one that I have made
Just for me out of magic markers and ink pins
Tattooed on every soul that evil spirits all dwell within us
Not thinking what I'm thinking well then that's just not right
Time will go on with or without you and the earth will spin
Around and around it will go, straight into the end of time
So now the masses cry out and one mass is held
Making them all think that a simple man can atone them all
Cover your eyes as the dead make a pledge
To decode a truth that was standing pure before their eyes
Fucking up once again I see this world going straight to hell
But not with me I did that trip
Never to return, they made me a highpriest of that place
Ask me the way and I will show you the path
I know the hidden things, everything of the dark
The agony scene breaks out and boils begin to form
Overtaking the clean, the lost gather weapons in order to fight
Look at this story and say it isn't coming true
A new genre of hate is being played out and no one will know
That the thought it took to create a world such as this was so tough
Having to go through all the things I speak of just to make it right
Beautifying a broken heart in order to bring about a work of art
This should be a good one everybody
So sit back and enjoy as your mind begins to rot
Gather around the horror laid out in plan sight
And the scary thing is, is that this is my life