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The day the ants were coming

Refrain
But it wouldn’t be as hard
As it was, when your mind would be away
But every smallest detail in my memories to this day
The day the ants were coming

Strophe 1
What started with laughter, loud,
Soon turned to bitter pain,
I saw Satan, he was so proud,
I was going crazy and insane

Every single inch of me
Has mutated to ears
Focus on sounds with my knee
In the eyes of the others were tears

Strophe 2
My eyes were unnecessary
Dot for dot of my screen was gone
And not even my spoon I could carry
While my eyes were flowing out my bone

Oversized contrasts, blacks and pinks
Elementary basics as a student of art
At least black/white, the color-rate sinks
And soon only white and the beat of my heart

Strophe 3
While my body is concentrated
On hearing it forgets to fight:
The ants were coming; I’m highly rated,
Last stand as a forgotten knight

My head is the first victim,
Each hair is pulled out, rotten on the floor.
My back screams: “Assassin!”
And at least my balls, while I can’t hear a sound

Outro
The control of my body is out of mine
I didn’t dare to speak of the shit in my mouth
I had too much of Satan, of his wine

Geschrieben von Bedardus [Profil] am 30.08.2009

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