to see

Many places to go
many places to see
no one can say no
no way we are free

holding us against our will
forcing us to do things
always wanting their fill
the sad song sings

no one wants to stand
and no one wants to see
the song of the mighty band
not believing it can be

Life filled drink

Living in this place
trying not to think
the blood, like red lace
is the life filled drink

running down my arm
streaming from the cut
as long as it brings little harm
just a little flesh rut.

they start to get bigger
now it is starting to hurt
somehow it all got vigger
the blood is starting to squirt