In the City

Somewhere out on that horizon
Out beyond the neon lights
I know there must be somethin’ better
But there’s nowhere else in sight

It’s survival in the city
When you live from day to day
City streets don’t have much pity
When you’re down, that’s where you’ll stay

Deceiver of the Gods

Since I was born they have kept me down
They have forced me to conform
I will tear down their holy crown in a vengeful thunder storm

I loathe their bloody righteous ways
It fills me with despise
Fueling flames of violent rage
I will be their world’s demise

Asgard’s always been my home
But I’m of different blood
I will overthrow the throne
Deceiver! Deceiver of the gods

All this rage, and all this hate
It burns me deep inside
And still it is, the only thing, keeping me alive
Dark ambition within my heart and it’s aching to break free
The one true nature of my soul, the giant lives in me

Kneel, you all shall kneel to me
Or death will set you free
You all shall kneel to me
Fall, you all shall fall to me
Vengeance will be sweet
You all shall fall to me

Burnout

I declare I don’t care no more
I’m burning up and out and growing bored
In my smoked-out boring room
My hair is shagging in my eyes
Dragging my feet to hit the street tonight
To drive along these shit town lights

I’m not growing up, I’m just burning out
And I stepped in line to walk amongst the dead

Apathy has rained on me
And now I’m feeling like a soggy dream
So close to drowning but I don’t mind
I’ve lived inside this mental cave
Throw my emotions in the grave
Hell, who needs them anyway?

I’m not growing up, I’m just burning out
And I stepped in line to walk amongst the dead

Geek Stink Breath

I’m on a mission
I made my decision
To lead a path of self destruction
A slow progression
Killing my complexion
And it’s rotting out my teeth

I’m on a roll
No self control
I’m blowing off steam with methamphetamine
Don’t know what I want
That’s all that I’ve got
And I’m picking scabs off my face

Every hour my blood is turning sour
And my pulse is beating out of time
I found a treasure
filled with sick pleasure
And it sits on a thick white line