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Voices In My Head

Voices in my head again, they’re trapped in my own skin, at war again
They all want out to say there own thing
It’s becoming very tough to keep them all contained

Getting agitated very easily
At times it doesn’t take a whole lot to do so.
They don’t even want to listen to whose in charge

They all want there own chance to break free
To run wild on the pages sat before me
I close my eyes tight to try and keep content

Voices in my head again, they’re trapped in my own skin, at war again
They all want out to say there own thing
It’s becoming very tough to keep them all contained

Kennie

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Little Do You Know

Little do you know, while your gabbing with friends
I’m getting your bags packed and getting you ready for your end
Of your time in this house.
Your entire life line is in my hands

I’ve got your whole world in my hands
I’ve got your whole world in my hands

Now you need surgery we shall see how ungrateful you are
I’ve gotten to my wits end with things
Like you I can hide shit too
But I only have one move left.

Your friends, I ain’t scared of them
Nor do I give a fuck about there threats toward me.
Bunch of fuckin wannabe’s, who are scared to grow a pair.
If they thought I was that evil, they should have stepped in to move you out.

But they just want to use your pussy to turn you out
Get that on video tape then hold it over your head
That’s all they ever wanted from you
Knowing that you were that dumb and easy.

Being played like a fiddle by those who say they’re here for you.
They only want to get you in bed
Then you’ll be an after thought, tossed aside.

But right now they got you swimming in thoughts
Of a paradise that awaits you once you get out of this house
So your biting your tongue so I don’t hear the real you
I already know what your up to.

Your on thin ice as it is.
I told you, that you could be here while you recover
What I didn’t tell you is I’ll be like security and always hover.
As if I need another reason to send you out the front door.

Kennie

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In The Country

In the country we have miles of land
From old trees with swinging ropes, to graves filled in with sand.

In the country we got a strange way of raising our kids
We also got a strange way of getting our kicks
Visitors who get lost tend to get hunted

Never know who to trust when you come out here.
Thinking we’re all nice and simple folk
Till you cross the line.
Find yourself running for your life.

Kennie

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Blood Drips

It’s time to drain you of your life force
You never did deserve for your heart to keep beating
As you walk this planet slowly but your mind keeps retreating.
Trying to lie in order to get through life

Thinking that you had me fooled.
For years I would call you my wife
One night I really did open my eyes and seen the real you.
A demon spirit that should be banished back to hell

I know you continue to be up to your old tricks
But in the end your just going to get stuffed with diseased dicks
They see you as nothing more than meat
In the end you will end up on the street

Can see your future now.
Used and abused since you’ve always lived a sheltered life
Come crawling back to me, that door shall be closed.
You continue to take advantage of my nice ways

Another demon in my life that I shall slay
Once I’m done with you
Hung is what you’ll be
In my butcher shop.

An after thought in my life
A cautionary tale for what you have done.
I see it in your eyes, you think this is all fun.
Telling all that I’m the worse on the planet

Kennie