#1
Sort of a dark song I wrote when I thought a friend of mine had a tumor in the kidney, didn't know at the time whether it was banine or dangerous. In fact, I still don't know, but she seems fine now. Anyway, Crit 4 Crit...and Check out my other soon-to-be works, which can be found in my sig. Thanks.

Well the eyes inside my skull
Have seen too much
And the soul inside of me
Didn’t last
Could you pick at my bone to make me feel?
Could you throw another stone so I’ll be real?

‘Cause I don’t believe in God
Anymore, anymore
I don’t believe in fantasy

And if I can save her from this will I be saved? (Will Erin save me?)
And if I tear my heart out will I behave? (Will Erin save me?)

They said her chances are too few
And far to slim
And, yet, her presence
Confuses me still
Should I grow another spine and suck it up?
Should I grow another heart to forgive her?

‘Cause I don’t believe in God
Anymore, anymore
I don’t believe in fantasy

And if I can save her from this will I be saved? (Will Erin save me?)
And if I tear my heart out will I behave? (Will Erin save me?)

Goodbye, sweet girl
Goodbye, sweet girl
Goodbye, sweet girl
You’re the last to see me drown

And if I can save her from this will I be saved? (Will Erin save me?)
And if I tear my heart out will I behave? (Will Erin save me?)
And if I can save her from this will I be saved? (Will Erin save me?)
And if I tear my heart out will I behave? (Will Erin save me?)

Goodbye, sweet girl
Goodbye, Erin…
Last edited by electric7 at Mar 9, 2007,
#2
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Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.