Story Behind the Song
My attempt at writing a pop song.
Lyrics
All around your wicked ways, and the dangerous towers of the worlds praise
And so much for utopia, our blood is laced in toxic opiate
So if I said ‘tomorrow: is’ would it then come with less of my ignorance
Seen my face behind it all, cauterized by this desperate fall
So King forced his luck
Lost by the power of that cup
Lairs and demons partners not seen
Shades in candy, sugar, spice and cream
If Heaven falls
Would they puke on the walls?
If Heaven froze
Would they line up in droves?
Would we then wish to evade the beauty the glory for our tainted shade?
Dangerous nonsense is what I called, the shadow signs an image stalled
Pretty pictures bodies splashed, in an evil that no murderer has yet to grasp
So I switched to the stage, dawned a new uniform, antiseptic gloves for this disease not fully born
So I gota make up for lost time, got to let you know an excuse won’t negate the crime
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