Dove Dozer
04-02-2013, 01:35 PM
"..I have a story to tell, to keep it in is toxic
I feel sick to think about it...you're the one I'll talk with.."
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I awoke in hell, I'll tell you of the darkest plot
no fire - brimstone, I was in the parkin lot.
to start's the hard part, I can't take a breath. Coughin'
The day was cold and dark, I thought of death often.
Cherishing every breath, I seemed cautious
whoever put me here is sick, I don't mean nauseaus.
A total surprize, I didn't know the disquise
was gonna hit me like a frieght train, you'll notice the size
of the ride in the picture, It looks decieving.
The trunk's actually bigger, this aint a book I'm reading
It was real life then, I was shook and bleeding
The devil played a part, I hate the crooked heathen.
The engine seemed alive, like it would have to breathe.
I swear it had a pulse and its blood was gasoline,
It had me in it's clutches with no way to escape,
I was on my way to hell, I had to wait at the gates.
Every minute seemed eternity, with the motor running,
its like I'm gonna die, and now I know its coming.
I'm shiverin' cold, I can feel the goose bumps,
as we swerve down the road I'm prayin for a loose trunk.
The wind was howlin', just like the devils dog,
we raced down darkness in a heavy fog.
I can't think straight, I saw a blink he hit the brakes.
If he pops the trunk, I'm fit to escape.
I can't even think, how long I've been trapped,
soon enough it all changed, weight on the gas.
It was dark here, but the speed was blinding.
It didn't take long, cops and sirens.
Whats it gonna take, to stop the violence?
We need to pull together and stop the tyrants.
Don't think this is fake, written script.
I was in the car when it.. flipped in the ditch.
When I came to, I couldn't move, was afraid to.
I aint the same dude, who can I put the blame to?
later found out, I was lucky to survive.
I should live stress free and be alive.
My freedom and my life no one can take from me,
cause the man I escaped from, was Ted Bundy.
I feel sick to think about it...you're the one I'll talk with.."
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I awoke in hell, I'll tell you of the darkest plot
no fire - brimstone, I was in the parkin lot.
to start's the hard part, I can't take a breath. Coughin'
The day was cold and dark, I thought of death often.
Cherishing every breath, I seemed cautious
whoever put me here is sick, I don't mean nauseaus.
A total surprize, I didn't know the disquise
was gonna hit me like a frieght train, you'll notice the size
of the ride in the picture, It looks decieving.
The trunk's actually bigger, this aint a book I'm reading
It was real life then, I was shook and bleeding
The devil played a part, I hate the crooked heathen.
The engine seemed alive, like it would have to breathe.
I swear it had a pulse and its blood was gasoline,
It had me in it's clutches with no way to escape,
I was on my way to hell, I had to wait at the gates.
Every minute seemed eternity, with the motor running,
its like I'm gonna die, and now I know its coming.
I'm shiverin' cold, I can feel the goose bumps,
as we swerve down the road I'm prayin for a loose trunk.
The wind was howlin', just like the devils dog,
we raced down darkness in a heavy fog.
I can't think straight, I saw a blink he hit the brakes.
If he pops the trunk, I'm fit to escape.
I can't even think, how long I've been trapped,
soon enough it all changed, weight on the gas.
It was dark here, but the speed was blinding.
It didn't take long, cops and sirens.
Whats it gonna take, to stop the violence?
We need to pull together and stop the tyrants.
Don't think this is fake, written script.
I was in the car when it.. flipped in the ditch.
When I came to, I couldn't move, was afraid to.
I aint the same dude, who can I put the blame to?
later found out, I was lucky to survive.
I should live stress free and be alive.
My freedom and my life no one can take from me,
cause the man I escaped from, was Ted Bundy.