A7Xtasy
10/28/08, 03:40 PM
Well, this is my first post here, so hello to all. I wrote these lyrics a few months ago for my band and hopefully will get the chance to record them as a song within the next month. A lot of the time in my songs the central theme is addiction or homelessness or prostitution, for I find it's easier and more meaningful to write lyrics about the things in life most people choose to ignore.
Night.
I walk through the shadows in the middle of the night
Searching the sky over my head for a glimpse of light
And I see others out here, shaking with fear
With nothing but the darkness so they hold it dear.
I was there in the alley with the lonely soul,
Heroin junkie, no place to go
The needle took everything, and like a stab of a knife
It took his life, in the alley at the end of the night.
I speak out for every methamphetamine baby
Once it's finally born, you'll put the pipe down maybe
But by then it's too late, and you've fucked up everything
By smoking up the happiness a baby should bring.
So take a walk the next time you think your life is bad
And you'll see these people who lost everything they had
There's the wealthy, sipping champagne with the rich
When a mile away there's a body in a Motel Six
That belonged to a girl that spent her life feeling lonely
And she had thought that she would sell herself for one night only
But one night can be the difference between life and death
So he had beaten her face in til there was almost nothing left.
Look around on the streets by the place that you live
If you want to see these people without a thing to give
All they do is take, because it's all they know
On the path of life they can't find where to go
So they end up lonely, lost, or scared
For fucking up once or just taking a dare
And they end up as addicts on the side of the road
Living in the memories of what they used to own
Or maybe you'll go bad just for taking a chance
And end up a victim of circumstance
Forever knowing you left something unfound
And you only come out when the sun goes down.
The streets go empty except for some
These people are called hookers or addicts or bums
Unable to look into their eyes and find
The tortured soul within their minds.
Never understanding to look towards the light,
And they only come out at the end of the night.
Night.
I walk through the shadows in the middle of the night
Searching the sky over my head for a glimpse of light
And I see others out here, shaking with fear
With nothing but the darkness so they hold it dear.
I was there in the alley with the lonely soul,
Heroin junkie, no place to go
The needle took everything, and like a stab of a knife
It took his life, in the alley at the end of the night.
I speak out for every methamphetamine baby
Once it's finally born, you'll put the pipe down maybe
But by then it's too late, and you've fucked up everything
By smoking up the happiness a baby should bring.
So take a walk the next time you think your life is bad
And you'll see these people who lost everything they had
There's the wealthy, sipping champagne with the rich
When a mile away there's a body in a Motel Six
That belonged to a girl that spent her life feeling lonely
And she had thought that she would sell herself for one night only
But one night can be the difference between life and death
So he had beaten her face in til there was almost nothing left.
Look around on the streets by the place that you live
If you want to see these people without a thing to give
All they do is take, because it's all they know
On the path of life they can't find where to go
So they end up lonely, lost, or scared
For fucking up once or just taking a dare
And they end up as addicts on the side of the road
Living in the memories of what they used to own
Or maybe you'll go bad just for taking a chance
And end up a victim of circumstance
Forever knowing you left something unfound
And you only come out when the sun goes down.
The streets go empty except for some
These people are called hookers or addicts or bums
Unable to look into their eyes and find
The tortured soul within their minds.
Never understanding to look towards the light,
And they only come out at the end of the night.