Hey people, been a long time since I posted something here. I posted some song lyrics a while back which weren't finished at that time, but they are now and I have written some new stuff. So all who are willing to read them, I invite you to do so. The old one has undergone some changes in the second half and the title has changed. It was previously known as 'Mob justice' and is now called 'Not the witches'. Any comments are of course much appreciated.
Not the witches
hate flows like honey
so sweet, so easy
it oozes right outside his door
pitchforks and torches at the ready
mob justice it's time to do some good
the sinful living has made another victim
or so they say, or so they say
pray he won't, pray he won't
pray for absolution
down on his knees
love, such a virtue just a sin
never thought it would cause the state he's in
claiming innocence a claim that's just
but look to he left and you can see him run
to no avail, there's no escape
they will purge the disease from his veins
though he's not ill
broken bones will be his medicine
but pray he won't, pray he won't
pray for absolution
down on his knees
words and dirt, it's killing
there are ashes on his lips
it just proves that he burns so easily
how I'd wish to tell him
there's no need to breathe
cause they might be the self-proclaimed
stainless steel
how dare they say that their hands are clean
when all they need is a stone to throw
and it's the bitterness of ignorance
that haunts him, haunts him
all these people saying he's the one to blame
it's the ignorance, the ignorance
it hunts him, hunts him
no choices made, hated all the same
this mistake has already been made
witches burning, burning at the stakes
pray he won't, pray he won't
pray for absolution
down on his knees
hate flows, I know, so sweetly
time will tell it was all a lie
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And the new one (which is almost completed, the question marks show where I want some more lines)
Tin Man
Hey tin man, tin man
telling me you got yourself a heart
Oh tin man, tin man
telling me you got yourself a heart
to give
well I know your kind
you ride the high
and bury the wreckage in the morning
I know your kind
you ride the high
you alpha male you
hey tin man, silver shell man
nothing at the center
you're a vacuum
you got nothing to give
there are better ways to waste your time
I know your kind you ride the high
there are better ways to waste your time
I know your kind you ride the high
your clockwork hunger is calling you again
from under your skin
where alarm bells have started to ring
'cause you want it
you want it bad
don't you want it
you crave the empty
and that heart you are so willing to give
I bet you found it in
one of the bargain bins
at mother cocaine's
hey tin man, tin man
telling me you got yourself a heart
oh tin man, tin man
telling me you got yourself a heart
to give
