Flyway Records (FWR) - who wana die- Artist- softail Joanie (me)
last year we looked tward the grave, to pay our respects, to the deceased.
now we run in fear for our lives because the dead no longer rest in peace.
they're staggering about, like they've had too many beers.
but what do you expect?, they been decaying for years.
they rotted so much, theres almost nothing left.
but maggots mud, and mangled flesh.
they're soulless!, void of all moral decentcy.
they're mindless!, what force is driving these decreped things?
I don't warna die!, die! die!.. I don't warna die!, adie dieeeee!!..
they're already dead, they have nothing more to lose.
they seek living flesh, for food.
now we all must run and hide theres no time for singing the blues
for if these creatures ever catch us, we're doomed!
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FWR - to live forever-
lost in an endless void of nothingness.
looking for a hint of something I can touchor someone I can trust.
to no avail what is this hell?, in what direction should I travel
I tug on a string and my whole life unraveled.
as my time runs out in my mind's eye knowing
I could reach my destenation if I knew where I was going.
so many of us try to live forever not realizing that death might be better.
too scared to die tell me would you rather
stay trapped in this life imprisoned in your cadaver?
it may be ok for a hundred years or so but what would you do where you go?
a life once exiting slowly becomes a boar your spirit unhappy unable to soar.
if death equals heaven and thats paridise would you give up that gift could you pay that high price?
to live forever you thought you we're clever as time goes on you know you've been conned.
he severed his head and drained all his blood, praying for death but it did not come.
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FWR - live to tell-
peoples whos died, and lived to tell about,
the peoples whos died and lived to tell.
don't you know?,
the people who've died and lived to tell about it..
they are people, and they're all dead.
walking around and some with severed heads.
broken limbs, blueish pale skin.
why do you run?, they only want to be your friend.
they strike terror in the hearts of those who think,
that they want to eat your brain or turn your blood into a drink.
so is it true?, are they after you?. don't ask me I haven't got a clue.
all I know is that they're friggin dead.
I wonder what thoughts are brewing in their head.
i'd like to sit down with them we could chat a bit,
ask "whats it like to be dead" and they could tell about it..
the people who died, and lived to tell about about the peoples whos died and lived to tell,
the people who've died and lived to tell about it.
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FWR- skelital remains-
archelogisists in search of history's truth, dug up something strange.
corpses all dried out marred charred and tattoed, with old bloodstains.
they examine the bodies to find who they we're when they lived and how they died.
they had carbon dating done on the bone fragments, so they could decide.
we're these people tourchard, did they suffer severly, or feel any pain?
but all they really had to go on was the skelital remains..
"AAAHHHH!", skelital remains!
and some residue left, from what might have been a brain.
"AAAHHHH!", they'll never be the same!
just rancid flesh decaying upon skelital remains.
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FWR- city of the dead-
in the city of the dead where the dead peoples go.
in the city of the dead where they live no more.
in the city of the dead where the dead peoples dwell.
ahh, the city of the dead it's somewhere between here and hell.
the city of the dead is growing bigger everyday.
the living have all fled that erie place full of decay.
the day is bleak the night is black the sky is gray the blood is red.
now are you ready for a trip to the city of the dead?
some folks call them creepy, others say they're freaks
because they walk around with no pulse, and no heartbeat.
staggering around like zombies on a mascrade
and they'll be drinking fresh blood like its, lemonade..
no one lives forever so go to sleep in your casket bed,
you'll be waking up real soon in the city of the dead...
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FWR- presence of a bloody soul-
oh the bloody bloody presence, of a bloody bloody soul.
they'll take your soul away today and you may never know.
for it can't be seen it can't be heard at times it can't be felt.
oh that bloody bloody essence, your cards have now been dealt.
some say thyne soul gets in the way, of riches and success.
some say your soul is all you have, when you've encountered death.
through all the fears and all the doubts, one could never know.
so you must lean on faith for your soul's sake before it's time to go.
you once we're born you once we're small. you ate and then you grew.
but soon one day you'll pass away then the reaper will come for you.
just like your mouth can't speak your heart can't beat the blood in your vains no longer flows.
blood on your hands no longer in demand, it's just your bloody, bloody, soul...
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