Post by |E|zeriah |L|ullaby on Aug 14, 2007 11:52:55 GMT -5
Say, you're me, and I'm you
And they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of smite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse; let me go
And punch me into the dead spout again
That's where you go when there's no one else around
It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse
And a finger on the trigger
Government is another way to say
Better than you
It’s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won’t stick,
It’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food,
But you can’t touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.
Hmph, isn’t that sweet?
And we’re all gonna die some day, because that’s the American way
And I’ve drunk too much, and said too little,
When your gaffer taped in the middle
Say a prayer, say a face, get yourself together and
See what’s happening
I’m sorry, I could go on and on but
There're times to move on so, remember:
You’re a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, you're just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort,
And blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we’ve done.[/center][/SIZE][/color]
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We're the angry and the desperate
And they all watch the things we do
The hungry and the cold
And like a smack of smite they threw me down the stairs
We're the ones who kept quiet
Haven't felt like this in years
And always did what we were told
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse; let me go
But we've been sweating while you sleapt so calm
And punch me into the dead spout again
In the safety of your home
That's where you go when there's no one else around
We've been pulling out the nails
It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
That hold up everything you've known
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse
Don't hold me up now--I can stand my own ground
And a finger on the trigger
I don't need your help now--you won't let me down
[/color][/font]Welcome to Hell, personalized and brought to life. Where dreams are ruined and lives are...ripped to shreds.
For hundreds upon thousands of years, as long as and probably longer than anyone can remember, we'd lived our lives the exact same way. Under the rule of the always gentle, always kind, Empress.
It was always the Empress, never the Emperor, though one did exist. They lived in the Crystalline Palace, in the city.
Our lives could've been called perfect, from the perspective of a normal citizen. But, to those of us in poverty, we were already living in the hell that would soon overcome Zalxer.
Then, that fateful moment, now almost three years ago to the day, when the bomb dropped on the city and our lives shattered around us like glass from a mirror, pieces rolling away, never to be found again...
Our lives got a hell of a lot worse then.
As soon as the smoke cleared, Her Army began to march through the streets, killing anyone in the Business section of the city--where all the tall buildings [and the palace] were located--who hadn't died in the explosion. Then, they entered the palace and literally threw the young, unmarried queen--only nineteen years old--out.
No one knows of her whereabouts now. And, as much as our Empress was loved, I don't think they're concerned.
The Army killed any Kar'k they found, in order to make sure no one tried to seize the throne back. The Kar'k are a certain group of people, distantly related, who are born with markings around their left eyes-- a symbol of their blood-relation to the original Royal Family.
Anyone who diobeys her Highness, the Queen Azine, or her son, Prince Zein, is immediately thrown in the dungeons. Punishments, torture--it's brutal, and the Army Guards are merciless--especially the Queen's special guard, the Anjels.
It takes a lot of guts to even leave the house every day, but we do it--and so much more.
We survive.
But now, we're fighting back. We're taking our home back--we're taking it back, all of it.
Welcome to our Hell.
Welcome to Zalxer.
Welcome to the Rebellion.
For hundreds upon thousands of years, as long as and probably longer than anyone can remember, we'd lived our lives the exact same way. Under the rule of the always gentle, always kind, Empress.
It was always the Empress, never the Emperor, though one did exist. They lived in the Crystalline Palace, in the city.
Our lives could've been called perfect, from the perspective of a normal citizen. But, to those of us in poverty, we were already living in the hell that would soon overcome Zalxer.
Then, that fateful moment, now almost three years ago to the day, when the bomb dropped on the city and our lives shattered around us like glass from a mirror, pieces rolling away, never to be found again...
Our lives got a hell of a lot worse then.
As soon as the smoke cleared, Her Army began to march through the streets, killing anyone in the Business section of the city--where all the tall buildings [and the palace] were located--who hadn't died in the explosion. Then, they entered the palace and literally threw the young, unmarried queen--only nineteen years old--out.
No one knows of her whereabouts now. And, as much as our Empress was loved, I don't think they're concerned.
The Army killed any Kar'k they found, in order to make sure no one tried to seize the throne back. The Kar'k are a certain group of people, distantly related, who are born with markings around their left eyes-- a symbol of their blood-relation to the original Royal Family.
Anyone who diobeys her Highness, the Queen Azine, or her son, Prince Zein, is immediately thrown in the dungeons. Punishments, torture--it's brutal, and the Army Guards are merciless--especially the Queen's special guard, the Anjels.
It takes a lot of guts to even leave the house every day, but we do it--and so much more.
We survive.
But now, we're fighting back. We're taking our home back--we're taking it back, all of it.
Welcome to our Hell.
Welcome to Zalxer.
Welcome to the Rebellion.
Government is another way to say
Better than you
It’s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won’t stick,
It’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food,
But you can’t touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.
Hmph, isn’t that sweet?
And we’re all gonna die some day, because that’s the American way
And I’ve drunk too much, and said too little,
When your gaffer taped in the middle
Say a prayer, say a face, get yourself together and
See what’s happening
I’m sorry, I could go on and on but
There're times to move on so, remember:
You’re a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, you're just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort,
And blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we’ve done.[/center][/SIZE][/color]
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