Charas-Project
Off-Topic => Creative arts => Topic started by: drenrin2120 on February 06, 2007, 02:27:36 AM
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We fight these wars with crimson banners,
our hearts polluted by anger's manners.
We lose ourselves in petty thought,
forgetting what it's like before we fought.
Blood and money,
such a thin line,
between what some find funny,
and what's important to find.
Yeah... I'm terrified.
This world's a cold place,
it's scattered with devils and angels.
Yeah, this world's got an ugly face,
and we're lost in lives and tangles.
Love and hate,
forget what you've always wanted.
Today's the date,
that you knew would be coming.
Find it hard to believe,
don't lie down and grieve.
Stand up and be your own,
you are a person, you can be shown.
Shown the ways of right and wrong,
we all know deep down inside.
What's the difference between a sad and happy song?
Yeah... I'm terrified.
This world's a cold place,
it's scattered with devils and angels.
Yeah, this world's got an ugly face,
and we're lost in lives and tangles.
So take my brother,
take my lover.
Take my feelings,
they only hold me back.
Take my father,
Kill my concious.
Take my pride,
it's what I've held inside.
And **** it,
I guess I'm a little bitter,
but who in this fuckin' world
can say they're always a winner?
It's true, don't deny it,
there's things hiding inside it.
The words, the wars,
the people, the pain.
The delusion, the deception,
the funerals, the reception.
And I'm on the verge of tears,
all my weakness bare my fears.
My heart torn between so many things,
So many goddamn things.
And maybe I'll... Maybe I'll...
Wait...
In the church, an unholy holy place,
there lies a man in prayer.
Why does he pray?
Doesn't he know we're all alone?
Doesn't he know there is no hope?
Can't he feel the cold? The fear and sadness?
Doesn't he know?
Still, he kneels,
he kneels and prays.
His wife is dead,
his son taken by war.
His daughter a lifeless victim,
and his heart no more.
But he kneels.
He has hope.
Hope.
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Ooo. Some of it sounded like you could have worded it better. Some bits sounded like you put them in because they sounded cool rather than to further the message- a lot was good though. The end was great.
I suppose since this has a repeating chorus it's meant to be put to music?