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THE PAINFUL TRUTH

I don't care it you compare me
To Annabell Lee.
I don't care if you throw me
To the sweet sea.
I don't care what you do to me
Only what you see.
But baby if you don't love me
I'll drink you blood like tea.

YOU AND HER

So you see it's not right, not yet.
Because even so, it's a great debt.
To have to pay for your love and grace
But under the mask is just another pretty face.
I'll make it through, I know I will.
Because even if I die, your love was the kill.
Maybe so, and probably later
To wait then watch you date her.


WHAT HAPPENED TO US?

So what happened to us, baby?
What happened to you and me?
What happened to all those things that we said
When we woke up, did you find them dead?
You weren't there in the morning and you
Left me wondering why you didn't say good-bye
And so I'm missing you, wondering where you are.
Wondering when you started your car...
And drove away from me.


VIETNAM

I still wonder why and what the point is.
Why we're in this war and what's happened to our kids.
We send them over to be slaughtered like animals.
For all we know they could be cannibals!
All we can do over here is watch and cry
As the loves of our lives, our sons all die.
This war is not ours, why should we risk our lives?

Who cares what happens to Vietnam?
Who sent letters home to mom
Telling her that her baby is gone?
Who sent notes to wives
leaving them to piece together their lives?
And who cares what happens to Vietnam?


IS A MUST

Though voodoo can't do anything,
maybe there's another way of torture.
You could do surgery on his brain
while he's still awake, or you could scorch her.
They say life's too short to live it dully
So maybe we should take the best
And torture others very cruelly
And put them through the ultimate test.
Make your pain someone else's pain,
Make them scream, make them hurt, and make them pay
And turn their blood into a shower of rain
For every pain that you go through every day.
So I may be insane and I may not care
when I'm angry or the consequences for my
actions but I lose myself in the anger when people are there
to assist me in my attempted and wanted suicide.
The pain I feel becomes their pain day after
day and no one can save me from my blood lust
Because it echos off the walls, my evil laughter
And all this pain for them... Is a must.