My Fucked up Life

by **Satanic** Mon Mar 16, 2009 5:57 pm

Some would say, my life is perfect
But if you look closer I'm full of neglect

Friends gettin' high, parents yellin'
At 16 I'm sure I'll be a convicted fellin

I'm the juvenile product of the working class
I feel my train is running low on gas

Burning chemicals, and lighting fires
At this rate I'll never hear Heavens choirs Twisted Evil

With all the pressure it fells like hell
Satan himself is in my jail cell

Everwhere, my blood is spilling
To think of it, is bone chilling

Two sounds that I like
Are the click of a swithblade and a Moterbike

I have a fucked up life
Cause my head is under a sythe.