Up on that wall so high, above my head.
Hung this work of art, an original conception.
I would always think to myself, 'How could this be?'
'How could this exist, in the world of today?'
When everything's too good to be true, it probably is.
And the cracks began to show.
The artwork only amounts to the canvas it's painted on.
When your foundation's torn and broken, whose wall will you hang yourself on?
Will the brush strokes you were born from ever hold any weight?
Or will your colors become tattered and show your mistakes?
We only keep what we remember, so why would you bring only agony?
I've seen a million fucking people come and go.
But you're the worst I've seen.
When we met I saw such hope inside your life, you even made me believe...
But a liar is a coward is a fake is a fucking forgery.
Fuck you.
You fucking fake.
I'll rip you from the walls.
And tear off the paint.
And every fucking stroke I really thought would bring you life just broke another piece of me I swear it left me color blind, but in the aftermath of filling in your lines, I finally decided to black out all your lies.
And it was your mistake.
To treat people that way.
You disappointed me.
I'll throw you away.
Up on that wall so high, above my head.
Hangs a beautiful person, who now is worthless.
So, Metal Music is like horror movies, to me. Usually pretty generic and tread common ground; play it safe. Welcome, however, to DoG (whole damned discography), where every song feels like a Citizen Kane of metal. Do yourself a favour. lurtz1598