worldAs I walk around this empty world, everything so cold and broken, I wonder what happened to it.Hate overpowering love, until all is destroyed. No way to fix it, par one. If everyone loved andcherished those surrounding them, then maybe, the world become as it once were. Althoughwars and arguments would still happen, at least it would still be a warm, and welcoming place,rather than just one large battlefeild.What started off as a civil war in one country, soon becomes world war three.Jealousy, hate, envy, its not what the world is meant to be. It's not what God had planned for us.It was supposed to be a loving, caring environmen, where people could live, and have an impacton the world, but not in such a bad way. People believe they are born to murder, and won't leaveuntil all in their path is dead, a murderer born of vengeance.
this fear insideThis fear inside,In so deep,It's hard to hide,Forever I will keep,This fear inside.I know that you,Don't have the same thing,And you always won't,Because you never seem to care.This fear inside,In so deep,Impossible to hide,I will always keep,This fear inside.I walk in the room,And you walk out,It's like you're almost scared,And only you know why.You don't know anything,Not about me,You listen to the lies,And to all the rumors,Why don't you,Get to know me before,You make your final judgment.This fear inside,It's in so deep,No way to hide,Forever I will keep,This fear inside.
my final hoursThe reaper has come for me, and although I must go, I resist, for I still have work to do on this measly plane that is life, he is close now, he comes for my soul, I can hear the swish of his cloak, the hiss of his scythe as it cuts through the air, I smell his breath, the stench of decay, I see his eyes, the fires of hell are mere candles in comparison, he open his mouth and the wails of a thousand lost soul issues forth. It is now, that I relies I am alone in my death, just as I am in life, but I will not go quietly to my grave, I will fight , I will lose but I will fight, I will fight knowing that I stand alone in these, my final hours, but I will make these the best damn hours in the history of man, and the future of mankind to come
want to leaveCrying, desperate, cold, and hungry. Pretty soon you start seeing things. Pretty soon you start hearingthings. You want to cry, you wish it didn't have to be like this. You've been walking around for days, lookingfor another surviver, thinking maybe they'll have food with them. Your're looking for a way out of this nightmarecome true.Your lost in the middle of the jungle, with no escape, you want to home, to return the fantasticlife you once led, but you know you can't. Not until you make it out of here alive, and find a way back homefirst. You want to leave. You want this to stop.That plane accident caused 287 deaths that you know about. Including you, there's 3 survivers, you want tofind them,and return home with them. Your family has probably heard about this crash already, and probablybelieve your dead,as the search party didn't find anyone. Was there even a search party to search for thosestill alive? Did the police believe that the accident killed everyone? Did they beli