Post by DarkVortex on May 22, 2005 18:59:54 GMT -5
Arise... smell the wretched downfall.
Everything perished from your immoral call.
You sacrifice the week and mend your welfare.
Seeking your help is a suicidal dare.
We know only sheer evil comes from you.
But we think you haven't a single clue.
A clue as to which must be spoken aloud.
For some reason making you proud and us cloud.
We haven't time for your morbid game.
Repulsion and dismay bringing you fame.
We want help now and thats all we need.
But in your minds ethics is a tyrants deed.
Everything perished from your immoral call.
You sacrifice the week and mend your welfare.
Seeking your help is a suicidal dare.
We know only sheer evil comes from you.
But we think you haven't a single clue.
A clue as to which must be spoken aloud.
For some reason making you proud and us cloud.
We haven't time for your morbid game.
Repulsion and dismay bringing you fame.
We want help now and thats all we need.
But in your minds ethics is a tyrants deed.