Saturday, 21 April 2012

Antidode

i was in pain
there was no one to blame
but a bottle of rum
scotch, whiskey and a bourbon...

Wounded lamb without a lamp
a shadow without a land...

i am a man damn it
a man born to die..

to lie live try cry...

No stand... no one to understand...
I live in a world with wounded heart
damn it
i am thy lord...

A god... of a sword...

Bottle of whiskey...
might be bit risky...
but let me just land
thy mighty stand...

One born to fight
not to sit sink in the might
of ell oh, mighty hell
let me spit and tell

this damn broken hearted hotel...

Oh hell, oh hell...
I am god damn Willliam Tell...

Wounding the troll with spear of whole...
Big bloody hole
in fat old damn troll...

Be gone demon!
Be gone.