User:Sliver fm

METALLICA

The memory remains of the invisible kid That wants to purify the struggle within Some kind of monster that is Wasting my hate on the frayed ends of sanity. Mama said the thorn within is Holier than thou, and can cure The unnamed feeling. The God that failed is the thing that should not be, and the harvester of sorrow. Ronnie, is the prince also known as the phantom lord who has no remorse for the helpless, And the fixxxer of wolf and man. My friend of misery is the eye of the beholder And fight fire with fire as his last caress In the green hell. He was the loverman of merciful fate, And then later suffered in the Crash course in brain surgery, after whiplash, Which left him stone cold crazy. Tuesday`s gone, and the more I look at him, The more I see, the more I realize that he Was the unforgiven prince charming With the same attitude as a leper messiah. He is now the one for whom the bell tolls, The wait of the small hours on deyers eve Is giving fuel to the house jack built. Ride the lightning and jump in the fire, Its too late too late to shoot me again. I picked the shortest straw, And people singing "die die my darling" I was wrong thinking that I was better than you. So I hit the lights, forgetting that its electric From the power of the battery. As it fade to black, my world Is blackened, and now I only exist Though the never, slowly creeping death which leaves me Stone dead forever. My mama also told me, To live is to die. Now we have -human and I turn the page on The outlaw torn. The call of ktulu is like the ecstasy of gold, And justice for all, and is also the reason why An orion don't tread on me when I cant escape When I am trapped under ice The four horsemen is the disposable heroes, Drinking whiskey in a jar and working without the blitzkrieg. The no leaf clover grows where the wild things are, and has a sweet amber colour that makes It possible for the bad seed to grow. I am getting frantic, as I seek and destroy the Hero of the day. Now the master of puppets is doing The devil`s dance, and giving Free speech for the dumb, while St. anger is bleeding me from the low man`s lyric, Leaving the 2x4 all within my hands. It is killing time for the Metal militia, but poor twisted me As my overkill slowly fade away. You aint my ***** or my bread fan, As you leave me pulling teeth and smelling motor breath, and astronomy Makes me realize that I am king nothing. Looking through this dirty window, I see the unforgiven 2 pointing at the Damage case, saying "sabra cadabra" It doesn't matter wherever I may roam, I still wont find the damage inc. Enter sandman when nothing else matters, Keep on slither until it sleeps, And now I am the one asking myself, "am I evil?" I leave you with this sad but true saying "carpe diem baby"