angel14luna
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Join date: Nov 2013
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(This is a song i wrote when i got mad at myself. I really wanted to end it but then I realized that it wouldn't do anything. It's one of those moments where you want to punch a wall and then you realize that if you did you'd probably have to fix it... anyway, I'm getting off topic. I wrote this song kind of like to yell at myself to not feel sorry for myself. Anyway, give it a read and tell me what you think. I wrote it in like 20 minutes so i'm sure there are parts where i could improve it. Thanks!)


UNDER THE WHEEL


Can you feel it burning, feel it scrape you into the ground?
Can you hear the steel wheels taste their rusting twisted sound?

Second and a half to feel the world
As guillotine wheels cut off your head
I wonder if you can scream at all?
And if you do does the sound come out your naked neck?

Tired of life and all its miserable ways
You run to where the trail tracks bend
Thinking that with a buzzcut shave
All your worries will mend

You poor fool!
Twisted wretch!
I died long before!
There is nothing left!

Can you feel it burning feel it scrape you into the ground?
Can you hear the steel wheels taste their rusting twisted sound?

Second and a half to feel the world
As guillotine wheels cut off your head
I wonder if you can scream at all?
And if you do does the sound come out your naked neck?

There is no heaven for weak like you
There is no afterlife and now you rot
You blind coward bastard
For this land your people fought

You poor fool!
Twisted wretch!
Dishonored rat!
Empty tears you wept!

Can you feel it burning feel it scrape you into the ground?
Can you hear the steel wheels taste their rusting twisted sound?

Second and a half to feel the world
As guillotine wheels cut off your head
I wonder if you can scream at all?
And if you do does the sound come out your naked neck?

You poor fool!
Twisted wretch!
Fearful cur!
Don't waste your breath!

Can you feel it burning feel it scrape you into the ground?
Can you hear the steel wheels taste their rusting twisted sound?

Second and a half to feel the world
As guillotine wheels cut off your head
I wonder if you can scream at all?
And if you do does the sound come out your naked neck?

Your neck sits on train tracks ready for the slashing
Spine at the end waiting patiently for the mashing
Take a minute to realize that in the great scheme of things
You aren't as important as the flap of a buzzards wings
So what is the point of sad thoughts today
If you'll probably still wake up tomorrow anyway?

You poor fool
Twisted wretch
There is only boring emptiness
After you breathe your last breath
And the only thing that keeps you sane as you rot away
Are the joyful memories your spirit keeps
For you to reminisce in and replay