Valued MemberVerse 1 - The Discovery (Zane Birchall)
As a child, I was diagnosed with a fault.
I'd sulk, get wild and throw myself around like the hulk.
A bulk surface of bruises and welts.
From being mistreated - my body is way beyond your help.
No way would my parents leave it.
I had attention deficit, hyperactive disorder.
Theres no previous history to believe such a horror.
My family had a clean slate, blood stream clearer than water.
My father a warrior, slaughtered bitches to their morte.
My mothers daughter, a shy child with a nice smile.
My sister, her brothers a blister with no order.
Do we cry now? As I've discovered in myself,
A mental insanity problem, admitted to mental health.
Verse 2 - The Lead Up (Vinzr)
Voices in my head reflect off the walls of my cranium
Signs of hallucinations arise; I ask “Am I going insane again?”
Drops of water increase its volume turning the sound into a screech
Travelling through my frustrated ears until the waves meet
Blood rushes rapidly and my organs start to drown in a red liquid
Loss of control as my movements becomes restricted
My body begins to twitch, starting from the toes on my feet
It makes me tremble as its temperature rises beyond any form of heat
There are invisible movements and figures that I start to see before me
The difficulties to allow myself to ignore the faint visual tsunamis
Losing grip of my sanity and my knees drop to the ground
What is really happening... the whole world is turning upside down
Verse 3 - The Insanity (Zane Birchall)
My head twitches, whenever I behead bitches.
Seven stitches, my blood boils and my leg itches.
My victims buried in the soil, and grave diggers over the hedges.
I must be a mental case, embraced with horrific pictures.
A psychological pain, I hesitate to listen to lectures.
The quickest decision, shall I make this incision?
To determine wether this bitch is dead or livin'?
Is his death date in 2011 (two thousand and eleven)?
I'm a psychopath, with no good against evil capacity.
Relax as we, cut open your skull - just for harassing me.
I know I'm a nutcase, but you didn't need to stare.
Lets hope for your case that this is just nightmares.
Verse 4 - Dealing with Insanity (Vinzr)
“Therapy, Talk to me, Sorry” those are the words I constantly hear
But my greatest thought remains that I fear that the end is near
I talk to myself in every minute and opportunity I can open and find
That’s if I’m not attempting to get rid of my broken mind
I wish to be left alone, separated from people and society
They create negative images, as lethally equal to anxiety
I contemplate the thoughts of just ending all this now
The last and only question that still remains pending is... “How?”
I stand sixty feet over what I believe to be death
Only last action to cure this disease as I seize my last breath
Taking the last leap as I will never live another day
Tomorrow, my grave will say; (25th March 1988 – 23rd May 2011)...
...the date of yesterday
As a child, I was diagnosed with a fault.
I'd sulk, get wild and throw myself around like the hulk.
A bulk surface of bruises and welts.
From being mistreated - my body is way beyond your help.
No way would my parents leave it.
I had attention deficit, hyperactive disorder.
Theres no previous history to believe such a horror.
My family had a clean slate, blood stream clearer than water.
My father a warrior, slaughtered bitches to their morte.
My mothers daughter, a shy child with a nice smile.
My sister, her brothers a blister with no order.
Do we cry now? As I've discovered in myself,
A mental insanity problem, admitted to mental health.
Verse 2 - The Lead Up (Vinzr)
Voices in my head reflect off the walls of my cranium
Signs of hallucinations arise; I ask “Am I going insane again?”
Drops of water increase its volume turning the sound into a screech
Travelling through my frustrated ears until the waves meet
Blood rushes rapidly and my organs start to drown in a red liquid
Loss of control as my movements becomes restricted
My body begins to twitch, starting from the toes on my feet
It makes me tremble as its temperature rises beyond any form of heat
There are invisible movements and figures that I start to see before me
The difficulties to allow myself to ignore the faint visual tsunamis
Losing grip of my sanity and my knees drop to the ground
What is really happening... the whole world is turning upside down
Verse 3 - The Insanity (Zane Birchall)
My head twitches, whenever I behead bitches.
Seven stitches, my blood boils and my leg itches.
My victims buried in the soil, and grave diggers over the hedges.
I must be a mental case, embraced with horrific pictures.
A psychological pain, I hesitate to listen to lectures.
The quickest decision, shall I make this incision?
To determine wether this bitch is dead or livin'?
Is his death date in 2011 (two thousand and eleven)?
I'm a psychopath, with no good against evil capacity.
Relax as we, cut open your skull - just for harassing me.
I know I'm a nutcase, but you didn't need to stare.
Lets hope for your case that this is just nightmares.
Verse 4 - Dealing with Insanity (Vinzr)
“Therapy, Talk to me, Sorry” those are the words I constantly hear
But my greatest thought remains that I fear that the end is near
I talk to myself in every minute and opportunity I can open and find
That’s if I’m not attempting to get rid of my broken mind
I wish to be left alone, separated from people and society
They create negative images, as lethally equal to anxiety
I contemplate the thoughts of just ending all this now
The last and only question that still remains pending is... “How?”
I stand sixty feet over what I believe to be death
Only last action to cure this disease as I seize my last breath
Taking the last leap as I will never live another day
Tomorrow, my grave will say; (25th March 1988 – 23rd May 2011)...
...the date of yesterday
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