Proud to DeathRock the 40 oz's blog: "My garbage"

The Descent Do you ever get the feeling that you're falling through the ceiling, That the revolution's over and your party's been defeated? Yet you still stand there at the front line, with your pride and dead convictions, Brandishing your tattered banner in the face of countless billions. Screaming, railing, knowing that you alone cannot be beaten. And you're pretty sure you're wrong, but they'll never catch you kneeling. Your pride becomes your anchor, but you're savoring the feeling, It might drag you to the depths of Hell, but you'll arrive there still unkneeling. And when you get to those black gates that stretch forever, unreceding, You'll hoist that tattered banner and march onward, still unbeaten.

YOU You were there when I needed you , Until I needed you the most. You were the one who always stayed true, But now you've become a ghost. You are the only one who haunts me, You are the lesion on my brain, You are my best friend turned worst enemy, The one I loved, the one I hate. You are the one who let me inside, The one who gave me a place to stay. You are the old friend who I now despise, You are the one who turned away. You are the bitterness that keeps me up at night, You are the one I knew would not forget. And you may think that you are still alive, But not to me, to me you're dead.

One More Lost One more fantasy foresaken, One more violent final statement, One more quiet loss of patience, Lost as the blood drops slowly fall. Once again a dream has faded, One more lifetime has been wasted, One more face among the faceless, Lost in the crimson on the walls. One more family is childless, One more voice has been silenced, One more best friend is cold and lifeless, Lost in eternities dark halls. One more genius couldn't take it, One more artist couldn't fake it, One more hero couldn't make it, Lost forever, a loss to all.