Monday, November 23, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The Vrill Lyrics - songs so far
On the verge
Black on black I see the lines
Black on black it begins to fade
and now a quelling to a mass protest
since those who are dead cannot speak
a saving made in the reparations
and now the roses have been painted red
the truth is perscribed in tiny doses
spreading lies to so many
unforgiving
black on black I see the lines
black on black it begins to fade
and now were standing on the verge of a mass grave
two feet shallow and a putrid stentch
a world wide big brother parade
my head is heavy and I feel drained.
Denial
Sweet smell has gone sour
the private aand the public battle for power
weekly regrets read on the news
the trap is set just as they want it to
Charriots fill the sky
our gods cast aside
locust bring pox and plauge
for this warm death has no escape
And now a second son messiah
to burn much brighter then any other
blackened water fills my lungs
my last words slip from my tounge
Tell me what will we do
battle until the few
we should all be ashamed
to never walk this land again
Never again
will we be the ones to hold the reigns
so many creatures all the same
they serve a purpose only on our plates
now we find the gas, and we burn the flesh
there wont be vultures, to pick the rest
the heavens are grey, the beasts are still
the beasts are still and the heavens are grey
the oceans will crash down, and they sky will fall.
Tesla
Lightning crashes in 1856
on the 10th of july Tesla was born
a man who shed light on the face of the earth
but now his name is forgotton
his vision was blurred in flashes and blinds
forever haunted by hallucination
it was in 1884 that he meet his downfall
in a man we know as Edison
Oh you dont understand
our American sense of hummor
HAHAHAHAHAHA
So they stole all his patents
and they rewrote them as their own
while they had him digging ditches
earning money for a home
all the while he just wanted to further man
I guess he had an ego
like all men do
but the greed of two
that we can no longer undo
How many men does it take
to change the light bulb of fate
Edison and Morgan
charge for light
at the dusk of night
48 years
So loved in school
but that ended 29 years ago
and now hes on his own
and all life means nothing
Born into a middle class coldersack
high expectations will fade to black
hes heard it all before, but he wont get that last call
Now hes 48
been 10 years scince his last date
think outside the square they say, but stay inside and youll succed
this door to door job ,was never the same
countless days, plotting blood stains
none were exempt, the pressure on his brain
he lived with nothing, now he wants to share his pain
He had nothing but receipts, and a preaching tv
in a concrete room, that feels 6 feet deep
I want to hit a wall he says, I want to kill them all
Static tv, empty mail box, these door bells dont ring the same anymore.
these door bells dont ring the same.
Static
Something interesting happened to me today
I was heated to the point of exahustion
for what felt like an age
then thrown in ice
they took my temperature
a dozen times, or maybe more
then they took me to a room
with a tv on the floor
they sat me infront of its static
and they asked me what I saw
I said that I saw nothing
but that it saw me
we struck up a conversation,
formed lips and it spoke
it said there is not time like the present
that I am expreiencing
its been experienced by all other things before
it said unilike its own life
we think that we hold control
that we are the ones in charge
that we determine our own
and that its was static
it looked at me deepest when they flicked the switch
it said its almost over now
its almost over.
*My eyes roll up into the back of my head
Convolsions, withdraws, I am spent
Attention turns to man standing at my left
lifts the gun from mine, turns it to his, head
Feel the warmth as his blood runs down my back
all his hopes, are now on my shoulders
Pick up where he fell short and left off
thank fuck that its finally over, now.
Lyrics written by Daniel Matthews
*Verse written by Tom Hogan
Black on black I see the lines
Black on black it begins to fade
and now a quelling to a mass protest
since those who are dead cannot speak
a saving made in the reparations
and now the roses have been painted red
the truth is perscribed in tiny doses
spreading lies to so many
unforgiving
black on black I see the lines
black on black it begins to fade
and now were standing on the verge of a mass grave
two feet shallow and a putrid stentch
a world wide big brother parade
my head is heavy and I feel drained.
Denial
Sweet smell has gone sour
the private aand the public battle for power
weekly regrets read on the news
the trap is set just as they want it to
Charriots fill the sky
our gods cast aside
locust bring pox and plauge
for this warm death has no escape
And now a second son messiah
to burn much brighter then any other
blackened water fills my lungs
my last words slip from my tounge
Tell me what will we do
battle until the few
we should all be ashamed
to never walk this land again
Never again
will we be the ones to hold the reigns
so many creatures all the same
they serve a purpose only on our plates
now we find the gas, and we burn the flesh
there wont be vultures, to pick the rest
the heavens are grey, the beasts are still
the beasts are still and the heavens are grey
the oceans will crash down, and they sky will fall.
Tesla
Lightning crashes in 1856
on the 10th of july Tesla was born
a man who shed light on the face of the earth
but now his name is forgotton
his vision was blurred in flashes and blinds
forever haunted by hallucination
it was in 1884 that he meet his downfall
in a man we know as Edison
Oh you dont understand
our American sense of hummor
HAHAHAHAHAHA
So they stole all his patents
and they rewrote them as their own
while they had him digging ditches
earning money for a home
all the while he just wanted to further man
I guess he had an ego
like all men do
but the greed of two
that we can no longer undo
How many men does it take
to change the light bulb of fate
Edison and Morgan
charge for light
at the dusk of night
48 years
So loved in school
but that ended 29 years ago
and now hes on his own
and all life means nothing
Born into a middle class coldersack
high expectations will fade to black
hes heard it all before, but he wont get that last call
Now hes 48
been 10 years scince his last date
think outside the square they say, but stay inside and youll succed
this door to door job ,was never the same
countless days, plotting blood stains
none were exempt, the pressure on his brain
he lived with nothing, now he wants to share his pain
He had nothing but receipts, and a preaching tv
in a concrete room, that feels 6 feet deep
I want to hit a wall he says, I want to kill them all
Static tv, empty mail box, these door bells dont ring the same anymore.
these door bells dont ring the same.
Static
Something interesting happened to me today
I was heated to the point of exahustion
for what felt like an age
then thrown in ice
they took my temperature
a dozen times, or maybe more
then they took me to a room
with a tv on the floor
they sat me infront of its static
and they asked me what I saw
I said that I saw nothing
but that it saw me
we struck up a conversation,
formed lips and it spoke
it said there is not time like the present
that I am expreiencing
its been experienced by all other things before
it said unilike its own life
we think that we hold control
that we are the ones in charge
that we determine our own
and that its was static
it looked at me deepest when they flicked the switch
it said its almost over now
its almost over.
*My eyes roll up into the back of my head
Convolsions, withdraws, I am spent
Attention turns to man standing at my left
lifts the gun from mine, turns it to his, head
Feel the warmth as his blood runs down my back
all his hopes, are now on my shoulders
Pick up where he fell short and left off
thank fuck that its finally over, now.
Lyrics written by Daniel Matthews
*Verse written by Tom Hogan
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