Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Song# 39 - Venom.

Isaiah Eatmon - Venom

All the Right Doors
At All the Wrong Times.
Every one stares, And I melt away.
Wipe off the many faces that crowd around me
Burn down all the lies that keep me trapped in here.

SEE, what it can do to me?
WHEN I ENTER THAT STATE OF MIND
YOU BETTER LEAVE WATER OUT OF THE TUB
Hide your lamps., Turn on the power.
A SIMPLE WISH, TO RID EVERY THING RED OR DYING.
From sight; my eyes hurt from this place, can I leave?

Meaninglessly harmless to the naked eye
But if you get to close your eye becomes goaded out.
BLEEDING OUT THE DREAM; OUT OF YOUR HEAD
BLEEDING IT ON THE FLOOR; EVERY ROOM HAS A STORY
EVERY ROOM EVERY ROOM EVERY ROOM HIDES A BOOK.
Judging a book by its cover might be the safest rout.
To save your self the pain of sewing your head back to her body.

SEE, what it can do to me?
WHEN I ENTER THAT STATE OF MIND
YOU BETTER LEAVE WATER OUT OF THE TUB
Hide your toasters, Turn on the power.
A SIMPLE WISH, TO RID EVERY THING RED OR DYING.
From sight; my eyes hurt from this place, can I leave?

FUCKING WITH WHAT WAS NOT MADE TO BE FUCKED WITH.
Will wind you up in the bed; of a room so cold.
Faces, Unknown, unclear faces swarming around me.
Who are you (WHO THE HELL AM I)
Can I find my self admits all these pages?
Torn a ripped apart at the pleasure of sanity.
Sanity, Sanity what is real? Bleeding the dream of reality out the door it goes.

SEE, what it can do to me?
WHEN I ENTER THAT STATE OF MIND
YOU BETTER LEAVE WATER OUT OF THE TUB
Hide your toasters, Turn on the power.
A SIMPLE WISH, TO RID EVERY THING RED OR DYING.
From sight; my eyes hurt from this place, can I leave?

Leave me here alone... Leave me here cast me upon a thorn.
Let it seep into my heart, Let the venom cast me into a trance oh so evil.
Let me undo what was made to chance the course of it all.
Let me do, WHAT "GOD" HAD IN MIND OF.

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