I pulled this SO far from out of my ass man you have no clue
You killed him. He's nothing now.
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Petaly by Rattel_M_Bones
NOBODY WATCHING And Past Cutscene by @TheWinterer
Scary scrolling thing done by @J_dnvg
Art and Lyrics by ME!!!
LYRICS:
Spill the blood
We think it easy
Think it fun
But no one’s left to clean it up
When said and done
All at steak
And all that’s bent
Is bound to break
For everything that you have done
You’ll burn at the stake!
There’s nobody left
No one will
See this through
But that doesn’t mean
We don’t have a job to do
Read the telegram
Don’t you slip
On your lines
I’m the star here kid
ILL MAKE YOU PROUD TO DIE
This industry, founded on
Pillars of salt will fall like
All the rest, and say that
It’s your fault!
We all
live in a world
Where we’re blind to see
That the puppet masters
Never ever come cheap….
I’m gonna win, or at least
I’m gonna try, look at my gruesome fate
And say that
I WONT DIE!
you’ve waltzed a mindless march
I could never Foresee a
A single point where you could’ve thought that
That’s a wonderful idea!
We
Were never ever free
And now we never will be
Burnt to ground,
Like our hopes and dreams
Hear their echoed screams….
YOU.
IT ALL COMES BACK TO YOU.
DONT ACT LIKE IT ISNT TRUE
ALL OF THIS PAIN
LOST THE RIGHT TO CHANGE
AND NEVER KNEW
There’s
A tension in the swell
Pretend that all is well
And maybe soon will be true
We just
Keep up our facade
As long as crowds are awed
Someone may say their proud of you
Once, I had it all
Once I stood just as proud
As I stood tall
But I lost all that I could show
As my shadow started to grow
Now I know…
…I’m alone in the dark
Stagelights are dropping
Nobody watching
Seems that our act
Was quite showstopping
But till suns sober
Till I have closure
THIS BATTLES NOT OVER!!
WHAT LAYS BEFORE ME?
ANGEL OF GLORY
AM I THE HERO
OF MY STORY
WHILE I'M STILL BREATHING
I STILL HAVE MEANING
HEAR THE UNREST STILL DREAMING
ITS THE END
SAY GOOD BYE
NOW ITS TIME
FOR YOU TO DIE
YOU KNOW AS
WELL AS I
IN THIS WORLD
ITS die
or
O r . . .