This is a good lesson you see,
for this is what my mother told me...

Is old age really our golden years?
Tendrils of hair silver like the full moon...

Your kiss makes me tremor
lips of crimson red...

She looks into the mirror
and despises herself...

Our love is passion
An undying flame...

My conscience is full of guilt
My soul will soon be no more...

Many don't understand me
And my religion...

A dark figure stood at my bed post
In an instant I felt a shot of pain...

Have you ever noticed everything is low carbs?
It's just crazy...

I hear many voices
They tell me what to do...

The angel of death
Is simply morbid...

My Daddy is a cop
He hides his gun under the bed...