| Beast and the Harlot - Avenged Sevenfold My absolute favorite..... Have some fucking Imagination. [This shining city built of gold, a far cry from innocence here's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep, A city of evil, There sat a seven-headed beast, Ten horns raised from his head, Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot. She's a dwelling place for demons, She's a cage for every unclean spirit Every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings, Fallen now is Babylon the Great. The city dressed in jewels and gold, fine linen, myrrh and pearls, Her plagues will come all at once as her mourners watch her burn, Destroyed in an hour, Merchants and captains of the world, sailors, navigators too, Will weep and mourn this loss with their sins piled to the sky, The Beast and the Harlot. She's a dwelling place for demons, She's a cage for every unclean spirit Every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings, Fallen now is Babylon the Great. The day has come for all us sinners, If you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground, Flee the burning, Greedy city, Looking back on her to see there's nothin' around. I don't believe in fairy tales and no one wants to go to hell, You've made the wrong decision and it's easy to see, Now if you wanna serve above or be a king below with us, Your welcome to the city where your future is set, forever. She's a dwelling place for demons, She's a cage for every unclean spirit Every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating, With our kings, Fallen now is Babylon the Great. She's a dwelling place for demons, She's a cage for every unclean spirit Every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating, With our kings, Fallen now is Babylon the Great.] The Art of Subconcious Illusion - Avenged Sevenfold [A living nightmare, asleep but still aware. The endless torture. The painless pleasure. I grasp myself. Trying to regain control. I experience and learn. In another faction of my mind. So confused. But everything makes perfect sense. Can't feel the pain. Emotional pain's so much deadlier. Lost, you've just been raped. Pain. Your friends can't help you. Why won't they help you? Another reality. This can't be happening. Why is this happening? Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck. Are you? Trying hard to figure out what's done. I scramble but now I run. The images in my head. All the problems that I've been fed. Punching slowly my mind can't change the speed. As my victims bleed. No matter what I do or how hard I try. I can't use my abilities. Use my abilities. Use my abilities. Art of Illusion. My razor sharp knife's edge, pierces my victim's body. But I cannot take their soul. Punching through jello, stabbing not killing. Disappointment. Discomfort. My razor sharp knife's edge, pierces my victim's body. But I can't take their soul. Punching through jello, stabbing not killing. Disappointment. Discomfort.] ^lol this song is fucking crazy P.S I was really stoned at the time. |
