1 Disturbed Poems on Fri 15 Oct 2010, 14:36
The Sickness (10th Anniversary)
I hear the Voices inside my head
Telling me to go play The Game
To start Conflict, to plant Fear, to Stupify
With this Violence Fetish, I begin to get Down With The Sickness
All I Want is to Shout 2000 and find the Meaning of Life
To be the God of The Mind and go Droppin' Plates
And finally embrace A Welcome Burden.
Rise and Devour the Darkness
Awaken to Remember, to Believe
That you can Liberate yourself from Intoxication
Free yourself from the Mistress of sins
Breathe and do not be Bound
And let God hear your Prayer.
Ten Thousand Fists)
Just Stop with your Avarice, your Decadence
Ten Thousand Fists stay Guarded
As they Deify the Sons of Plunder, Sicknened by the Monster in this Hell
I'm Stricken, but I'm Alive, Overburdened by this Sacred Lie
It's as if I carry Two Worlds in this Land of Confusion
This is Pain Redefinied...I am not Forgiven.
Haunted by the Parasite, the Criminal, the Deceiver in The Night
Driving me to Perfect Insanity, bestowing The Curse
Do they see through my Façade?
Am I Indestructible to survive Inside the Fire?
Or will my spirit Divide and be Torn when it's had Enough?
I must face this, I must not Run.
Never Again will I Sacrifice the Innocence of My Child
To a Serpentine that carries The Infection, The Animal that shatters my soul
Casting them away as Remnants, making me feel Crucified
Within the Asylum, I cannot just Leave It Alone
I am a Warrior, an Old Friend of suffering, of death
But even through all these years I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
Is this just Another Way to Die...?