My Very Own Lyrics

[Ishbalan]

(A note, the brutality in this one isn't my usual style. It's just the first good one I found.)

I was really into Whitechapel when I wrote this and really pissed at somebody.

These needles are all that keep your physical form alive
Pinned together like an ancient teddy bear that's been thrown into chopping blades
It isn't fabric that's sown shut, it's your cold dead flesh where they thrive
The demons inside you will be released with each cut as your life-force fades
Your corpse will remain, plastered to my floor, your innards now newspaper
This gruesome taxidermy completes my final warning to earth
All those who commit evils, stealing souls and lives
Your evils will be left on display to show off the glory of dirt
The dirt your Rigor Mordis will never taste inside
Your post-mortem weeping will be the final sign
Justice has been served
I ripped your eyes out, so you couldn't look that way again
I ripped your tongue out, so no more lies would be spread
I ripped your heart out, so your false love would be your end
I swear to God, you'll regret every word that you've said
Justice has been served

EDIT: I refer to this one as "Dissecting The Criminal"

[Troggy]

Mistake #1: Listening to Whitechapel

[Ishbalan]

Mistake #1: Listening to Whitechapel
You could have commented on the actual lyrics instead of the inspiration.

Fine, retry.

I'll refer to this as "A Plastic Rose By Any Name"

Speaking strictly to the audience some may have fallen asleep
You're walking toward the slaughter like hypnotized sheep
The walls are dripping poison, and falling apart
Cupid shoots Botox in your face, a scalpel through your heart
The glassed over look in your eyes assures me you're dead
Just brain dead, admittedly, that's just like you said
I'll shatter your human dolls, shatter your human dolls
Their porcelain flesh will shatter, crumble, reform as shards
Watch the smooth perfect, seemingly seamless goddesses weep their blood
Watch them die, watch them die, watch them die
There's plenty of room in the ground, for a while anyway
What happens when all the grave-sites are consumed
What happens when all these plastic lovers, don't rot above her
The ground beneath you will shake with the returning of their parts
Their discarded falsities, who were never alive and will never ever exist
In their life's reality, in their life's reality, watch the rubber people burn
Do you smell that stench, can you taste their deaths
I'll shatter your human dolls, shatter your human dolls
Their porcelain flesh will shatter, crumble, reform as shards
Watch the smooth perfect, seemingly seamless goddesses weep their blood
Watch them die, watch them die, watch them die
Their hollow existences will crumble around them
This robotic genocide was called for in all senses
The skin made of glass will shatter at my hands
The bloody shards scatter all through the land
Cutting the pieces the rest of the kind
This is the end and the signature's signed
Watch them die, watch them die, watch them die

[Ishbalan]

Yes, pointless revival.

I christen thee, "Cocytus."

Where have all my senses gone, I used to see you for the liar you are
They're gone, never coming back
I noticed something else I don't want, I used to be able to feel the horns on your head
They're gone, never coming back
This emotional shark shall tear me up, I used to be able to hear your deception
They're gone, never coming back
I've sunk so low making you look divine, I used to be able to smell your bloody breath
They're gone, never coming back
I've begun to think of myself as a lie, I used to be able to taste your evil
Your voice is like a thousand snakes twisting my throat
This horrible infinity
If you're looking for forgiveness, I assure you, you're looking for ghosts
Chasing rainbows hoping for gold, you won't find it here
The deal is sealed, your soul is sold
What's with the look of shock, that gruesome gratifying grimace of yours
You just lost everything and now stand at the edge of the abyss
What's with that smile it's starting to disturb me
Speak up, speak up, speak up, damn you
Do you have any clue what's past this point
Enough sadism to imagine the horrors lurking in the pitch
And as I push you to your fate, this is the end of you
I'll never see your face again, I'll never see your face again
You're gone, never coming back
You're gone