[b]Over and done with[/b]
blaze of fire
splash of water
fired bullet
over
husband and wife
a love forever
a daughter beloved
over
an old girlfriend
a mad coworker
a raving lunatic over
over
blaze of fire
splash of water
fired bullet
over
burn out
dry up
jam
over
blaze your fire
splash some water
pull the trigger
dead
[b]Tired[/b]
I’m tired of waking up
to the same old sun,
beautiful as it may be
I’m tired of going
to the same job,
no matter how much
money I’m making
Tired of the same
house, the same
neighbors and locals
Sweetie, I’m even
tired of you
Bang! Dead
[b]All Baptized With Sin[/b]
he watched the
blood drip slowly
slowly down the wall
stunned he walked quicker
quicker down the hall
the old dead man said
said hey y’all
he watched the young
young killer fall
the bullet pierced
pierced his flesh the
young one breathed
breathed his last the
old one he stood
stood tall said I love
you son watched
watched as you fall
down the dark pit
pit you call life
saw your blood run
run cold
you became violent
[b]I Once Had A Dream[/b]
I once had a dream of a beautiful place,
A place deep underground.
And in this beautiful, beautiful place,
Rows of graves can be found.
I walk down the tunnel which leads to the graves,
And tears roll down my face.
I stop on a grave, a fresh dug grave,
Then sit on the dirt and cry.
I wonder whose grave I’m crying at,
And open my eyes to see.
I let out a gasp and then a cry,
As I realize the grave is for me.
(c) 2001 Joy Daussin
([email]jdauss1 [at] msn [dot] com[/email])
