She’s out for the night,
She won't let it happen without a fight,
Her dress shreds dangle,
Their legs,
Lust and passion tangle,
She’s stressed, as she's pressed into him unwillingly.
Looking at her blank face,
Times ticked away,
Never well she live to see,
Another sunny day,
Some people fade,
Some hide in the shade,
Waiting and counting steps of the innocent,
Waiting for a trip up,
So they can slip up,
Into the life of the dead.
Eyes shine like diamonds,
So fresh so innocent,
She was pure until the night she went,
Looking for a night on the town,
He turned that innocent smile into a depressing frown,
Eyes dull like stone,
First time lovers,
Never meant to be,
He was never meant to see,
Her in that way,
What will her father say?
He cannot condone this behaviour,
He's supposed to be her savour,
From harms sinful touch.
Looking at her blank face,
Times ticked away,
Never well she live to see,
Another sunny day,
Some people fade,
Some hide in the shade,
Waiting and counting steps of the innocent,
Waiting for a trip up,
So they can slip up,
Into the life of the dead.
The deed is done,
He has won,
Now he's gone,
She's left in a strange town,
With strange faces,
Never seen these places,
Thinks her actions cause disgraces,
She wishes she were at home,
Safe and alone,
Her where about’s unknown,
Her father's scared,
To hear her voice on the phone,
All he can hear is her gentle moan of pain and anger.
Looking at her blank face,
Times ticked away,
Never well she live to see,
Another sunny day,
Some people fade,
Some hide in the shade,
Waiting and counting steps of the innocent,
Waiting for a trip up,
So they can slip up,
Into the life of the dead.
This is it,
Let go or hang on,
On top a bridge,
But second glances cause second chances,
Looking she's scared,
She's compared,
The good and the bad,
She knows the person,
To miss her most,
Her dear old dad,
He'll be fine,
He'll just get drunk every night,
Off of wine,
Can she walk the line,
This time too far,
The grounds running out,
So is her life.
Looking at her blank face,
Times ticked away,
Never well she live to see,
Another sunny day,
Some people fade,
Some hide in the shade,
Waiting and counting steps of the innocent,
Waiting for a trip up,
So they can slip up,
Into the life of the dead.
The grounds rushing on,
She counts in her head,
Five,
For the people still alive,
Four,
For the gallons of blood that will pour,
From my contorted body when I hit the floor,
Three,
This one's for me,
No more pain or shame,
Nothing to loose and nothing to gain, two, this ones for you, the son of a bitch that took my life, i hope you die from the edge of a knife, one, too late to turn back, i'm done.
Looking at her blank face,
Times ticked away,
Never well she live to see,
Another sunny day,
Some people fade,
Some hide in the shade,
Waiting and counting steps of the innocent,
Waiting for a trip up,
So they can slip up,
Into the life of the dead.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
15.2.10
8.2.10
In this life
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
Once in a time not long ago,
I fell so hard my knees turned red,
I fell so hard I couldn't get up,
Then a weight was lifted,
High above,
Above the clouds so white,
The clouds that don't come out at night,
It reached the stars.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
When I got up to run,
To run away,
So far I couldn't be seen,
Gone forever,
Hidden away,
So secret,
So secret,
She screams,
I have you,
Locked in the tower,
You’re all mine,
Mine and no one else's,
I'm going to keep you,
Now I have to steal you,
Steal you away from society,
Form the flocks of sobriety.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
Look at them all,
Look through the window,
Peer into the streets,
They line up in blocks,
They look to the stocks,
To run their lives,
They have them wrapped around their finger,
So useless like zombies,
They do as they're minister may please,
So useless,
So useless like fighting back,
So senseless,
So senseless like suicide,
No solutions to your problems,
Everyones' got 'em,
You want the answers you can't find.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
Like the key to no chest,
Like the map to no 'x',
Your problems lead to nothing but more problems,
And That’s a fix you can't break,
Your grabbing when there's nothing to take,
You’re as real as a poser is fake,
I've had about all that I can take,
Of your attitude,
This is the end,
It's coming close,
Look out for the edge,
Of the road of course.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
You sit in the halls,
The empty corridors,
In the third bathroom stall,
Passers pass by feel no remorse as you cut away,
Away at your hopes and dreams,
They have no reflections,
No sir none today,
For they are not people but robots,
Run by the third world war's army,
Shipped off to a battle of black,
No remorse,
No remorse from them,
They see no faces,
They know of no places,
For you to be alone.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
What to do,
Do we condone this secret message,
The feelings that have no name the people that feel no shame,
The ones who crave fame and fortunes,
The ones blinded by the media,
They're in the palms of their children,
They follow every command,
They do as they're told,
Like every big name band,
They aren't different,
They are the same,
They are the same,
The same fake to me.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
Once in a time not long ago,
I fell so hard my knees turned red,
I fell so hard I couldn't get up,
Then a weight was lifted,
High above,
Above the clouds so white,
The clouds that don't come out at night,
It reached the stars.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
When I got up to run,
To run away,
So far I couldn't be seen,
Gone forever,
Hidden away,
So secret,
So secret,
She screams,
I have you,
Locked in the tower,
You’re all mine,
Mine and no one else's,
I'm going to keep you,
Now I have to steal you,
Steal you away from society,
Form the flocks of sobriety.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
Look at them all,
Look through the window,
Peer into the streets,
They line up in blocks,
They look to the stocks,
To run their lives,
They have them wrapped around their finger,
So useless like zombies,
They do as they're minister may please,
So useless,
So useless like fighting back,
So senseless,
So senseless like suicide,
No solutions to your problems,
Everyones' got 'em,
You want the answers you can't find.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
Like the key to no chest,
Like the map to no 'x',
Your problems lead to nothing but more problems,
And That’s a fix you can't break,
Your grabbing when there's nothing to take,
You’re as real as a poser is fake,
I've had about all that I can take,
Of your attitude,
This is the end,
It's coming close,
Look out for the edge,
Of the road of course.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
You sit in the halls,
The empty corridors,
In the third bathroom stall,
Passers pass by feel no remorse as you cut away,
Away at your hopes and dreams,
They have no reflections,
No sir none today,
For they are not people but robots,
Run by the third world war's army,
Shipped off to a battle of black,
No remorse,
No remorse from them,
They see no faces,
They know of no places,
For you to be alone.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
What to do,
Do we condone this secret message,
The feelings that have no name the people that feel no shame,
The ones who crave fame and fortunes,
The ones blinded by the media,
They're in the palms of their children,
They follow every command,
They do as they're told,
Like every big name band,
They aren't different,
They are the same,
They are the same,
The same fake to me.
In this life,
Time is wasted,
Time is wasted,
On you,
In this life,
In this life,
I have become,
Become what no one wants,
And in this life,
This life,
I've done some things,
Things to be proud of,
Things to be regretted,
Things that keep you up all night,
Things that make you sleep tight,
But in this life I would not rewind,
Not look behind,
To change anything,
In this life.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
when honour strikes
We honour the dead,
We give them a place,
In a book,
To rest their wiry heads,
They've come a long way,
Such a long journey,
Climbed such obstacles,
Beyond you and I,
We are two,
Small insignificant individuals,
In a giant town called society,
When you pass you smile and wave politely,
So discreet,
Not to let on a single thought.
When honour strikes religion a spectacular sprit of elution appears,
Your hand is in front of your face,
You bow to your king with style and grace,
Respecting tradition,
Dropping ammunition at his feet,
He'll blow up,
Oh yes he'll blow up,
Just the same,
You can't escape the anger,
Can't escape the anger of royal pain.
The great ones to come and pass,
Have set us out for a steadying stream of life and dead,
Swim or drown,
Your only options,
Make a difference break these chains,
These chains that forbid,
Forbid a forgotten love and ally,
These chains of religion and prejudice.
When honour strikes religion a spectacular sprit of elution appears,
Your hand is in front of your face,
You bow to your king with style and grace,
Respecting tradition,
Dropping ammunition at his feet,
He'll blow up,
Oh yes he'll blow up,
Just the same,
You can't escape the anger,
Can't escape the anger of royal pain.
So fast so clean,
He looked charming upon that alter,
When struck down the stream of death sank upon him,
Creeping up,
Showing no vital signs,
It swam upon him and devoured him whole,
He floated,
Body bloated,
Down his stream,
Into darkness,
Down to an abyss of empty nothingness.
When honour strikes religion a spectacular sprit of elution appears,
Your hand is in front of your face,
You bow to your king with style and grace,
Respecting tradition,
Dropping ammunition at his feet,
He'll blow up,
Oh yes he'll blow up,
Just the same,
You can't escape the anger,
Can't escape the anger of royal pain.
This nothingness,
This nothingness,
Was powerless,
To the light,
The light that could fight for the right to his life,
It had so suddenly stole,
The fought for the land and the deed to his soul,
They had a battle of worldly proportions,
Wiping living cities clean,
Dead,
Quick,
So silent they stood,
Dead of all life,
Dead of all knowledge,
Dead of morals and boundaries.
When honour strikes religion a spectacular sprit of elution appears,
Your hand is in front of your face,
You bow to your king with style and grace,
Respecting tradition,
Dropping ammunition at his feet,
He'll blow up,
Oh yes he'll blow up,
Just the same,
You can't escape the anger,
Can't escape the anger of royal pain.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
We give them a place,
In a book,
To rest their wiry heads,
They've come a long way,
Such a long journey,
Climbed such obstacles,
Beyond you and I,
We are two,
Small insignificant individuals,
In a giant town called society,
When you pass you smile and wave politely,
So discreet,
Not to let on a single thought.
When honour strikes religion a spectacular sprit of elution appears,
Your hand is in front of your face,
You bow to your king with style and grace,
Respecting tradition,
Dropping ammunition at his feet,
He'll blow up,
Oh yes he'll blow up,
Just the same,
You can't escape the anger,
Can't escape the anger of royal pain.
The great ones to come and pass,
Have set us out for a steadying stream of life and dead,
Swim or drown,
Your only options,
Make a difference break these chains,
These chains that forbid,
Forbid a forgotten love and ally,
These chains of religion and prejudice.
When honour strikes religion a spectacular sprit of elution appears,
Your hand is in front of your face,
You bow to your king with style and grace,
Respecting tradition,
Dropping ammunition at his feet,
He'll blow up,
Oh yes he'll blow up,
Just the same,
You can't escape the anger,
Can't escape the anger of royal pain.
So fast so clean,
He looked charming upon that alter,
When struck down the stream of death sank upon him,
Creeping up,
Showing no vital signs,
It swam upon him and devoured him whole,
He floated,
Body bloated,
Down his stream,
Into darkness,
Down to an abyss of empty nothingness.
When honour strikes religion a spectacular sprit of elution appears,
Your hand is in front of your face,
You bow to your king with style and grace,
Respecting tradition,
Dropping ammunition at his feet,
He'll blow up,
Oh yes he'll blow up,
Just the same,
You can't escape the anger,
Can't escape the anger of royal pain.
This nothingness,
This nothingness,
Was powerless,
To the light,
The light that could fight for the right to his life,
It had so suddenly stole,
The fought for the land and the deed to his soul,
They had a battle of worldly proportions,
Wiping living cities clean,
Dead,
Quick,
So silent they stood,
Dead of all life,
Dead of all knowledge,
Dead of morals and boundaries.
When honour strikes religion a spectacular sprit of elution appears,
Your hand is in front of your face,
You bow to your king with style and grace,
Respecting tradition,
Dropping ammunition at his feet,
He'll blow up,
Oh yes he'll blow up,
Just the same,
You can't escape the anger,
Can't escape the anger of royal pain.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
A broken heart
Fights ignite like a spark to a house fire,
Getting out of here alive,
My only desire,
So sick of this shit,
Just need to break out,
So sick of this shit,
Without a doubt,
The first fist thrown,
The last of my respect shown,
Hatred's the only family I've ever known.
A broken heart form a broken home,
I'm sick of the fury and being alone,
Dealing with the pain that brings white lights,
Feeling the pain,
After the fights,
I'm plagued on a new level that can't be seen,
Trapped like a rat without a home to hide,
Trapped inside with no one worthy to confide,
If a word could fix what a thousand have damaged,
I'd scream it every day from mountain tops,
So loud the valley would echo the rivers would stop,
And time would freeze.
Now hear these pleads,
Loves one thing every person needs,
Looking into her blackened soul,
I found none,
Just residue from the demon she's inhaled,
As a respectful mother she has failed,
In more ways than one I'd rather hold up a gun,
That live with her another dying day.
A broken heart form a broken home,
I'm sick of the fury and being alone,
Dealing with the pain that brings white lights,
Feeling the pain,
After the fights,
I'm plagued on a new level that can't be seen,
Trapped like a rat without a home to hide,
Trapped inside with no one worthy to confide,
If a word could fix what a thousand have damaged,
I'd scream it every day from mountain tops,
So loud the valley would echo the rivers would stop,
And time would freeze.
So hear me out,
Please just this once,
Salute the skies,
Call out the lies the holy man cries,
Salute with a one finger march,
As one angel's born another one dies,
Falls deep to the depths of this place called hell,
It's where I thrive,
It's where I've been taught,
To survive on nothing but,
The blackness of a demon's soul.
A broken heart form a broken home,
I'm sick of the fury and being alone,
Dealing with the pain that brings white lights,
Feeling the pain,
After the fights,
I'm plagued on a new level that can't be seen,
Trapped like a rat without a home to hide,
Trapped inside with no one worthy to confide,
If a word could fix what a thousand have damaged,
I'd scream it every day from mountain tops,
So loud the valley would echo the rivers would stop,
And time would freeze.
Time would freeze and so would hell,
If she was nice,
Even just for a day,
I could say my goodbyes and be on my way,
But that will never happen,
At least not for today,
Or tomorrow,
This day is death,
This day is death,
It's hell on earth,
I watch the angels die and fall to hell,
One by one for every sin she's committed.
A broken heart form a broken home,
I'm sick of the fury and being alone,
Dealing with the pain that brings white lights,
Feeling the pain,
After the fights,
I'm plagued on a new level that can't be seen,
Trapped like a rat without a home to hide,
Trapped inside with no one worthy to confide,
If a word could fix what a thousand have damaged,
I'd scream it every day from mountain tops,
So loud the valley would echo the rivers would stop,
And time would freeze.
One dies,
One dies,
A small child cries,
One dies,
One dies,
Another time she lies,
One dies,
One dies,
As her hand is risen,
Ten die,
They all die,
As the good in the world is stricken down from the gods,
As her hand falls flat across my face marking,
The world with another disgrace called mom.
A broken heart form a broken home,
I'm sick of the fury and being alone,
Dealing with the pain that brings white lights,
Feeling the pain,
After the fights,
I'm plagued on a new level that can't be seen,
Trapped like a rat without a home to hide,
Trapped inside with no one worthy to confide,
If a word could fix what a thousand have damaged,
I'd scream it every day from mountain tops,
So loud the valley would echo the rivers would stop,
And time would freeze.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
Getting out of here alive,
My only desire,
So sick of this shit,
Just need to break out,
So sick of this shit,
Without a doubt,
The first fist thrown,
The last of my respect shown,
Hatred's the only family I've ever known.
A broken heart form a broken home,
I'm sick of the fury and being alone,
Dealing with the pain that brings white lights,
Feeling the pain,
After the fights,
I'm plagued on a new level that can't be seen,
Trapped like a rat without a home to hide,
Trapped inside with no one worthy to confide,
If a word could fix what a thousand have damaged,
I'd scream it every day from mountain tops,
So loud the valley would echo the rivers would stop,
And time would freeze.
Now hear these pleads,
Loves one thing every person needs,
Looking into her blackened soul,
I found none,
Just residue from the demon she's inhaled,
As a respectful mother she has failed,
In more ways than one I'd rather hold up a gun,
That live with her another dying day.
A broken heart form a broken home,
I'm sick of the fury and being alone,
Dealing with the pain that brings white lights,
Feeling the pain,
After the fights,
I'm plagued on a new level that can't be seen,
Trapped like a rat without a home to hide,
Trapped inside with no one worthy to confide,
If a word could fix what a thousand have damaged,
I'd scream it every day from mountain tops,
So loud the valley would echo the rivers would stop,
And time would freeze.
So hear me out,
Please just this once,
Salute the skies,
Call out the lies the holy man cries,
Salute with a one finger march,
As one angel's born another one dies,
Falls deep to the depths of this place called hell,
It's where I thrive,
It's where I've been taught,
To survive on nothing but,
The blackness of a demon's soul.
A broken heart form a broken home,
I'm sick of the fury and being alone,
Dealing with the pain that brings white lights,
Feeling the pain,
After the fights,
I'm plagued on a new level that can't be seen,
Trapped like a rat without a home to hide,
Trapped inside with no one worthy to confide,
If a word could fix what a thousand have damaged,
I'd scream it every day from mountain tops,
So loud the valley would echo the rivers would stop,
And time would freeze.
Time would freeze and so would hell,
If she was nice,
Even just for a day,
I could say my goodbyes and be on my way,
But that will never happen,
At least not for today,
Or tomorrow,
This day is death,
This day is death,
It's hell on earth,
I watch the angels die and fall to hell,
One by one for every sin she's committed.
A broken heart form a broken home,
I'm sick of the fury and being alone,
Dealing with the pain that brings white lights,
Feeling the pain,
After the fights,
I'm plagued on a new level that can't be seen,
Trapped like a rat without a home to hide,
Trapped inside with no one worthy to confide,
If a word could fix what a thousand have damaged,
I'd scream it every day from mountain tops,
So loud the valley would echo the rivers would stop,
And time would freeze.
One dies,
One dies,
A small child cries,
One dies,
One dies,
Another time she lies,
One dies,
One dies,
As her hand is risen,
Ten die,
They all die,
As the good in the world is stricken down from the gods,
As her hand falls flat across my face marking,
The world with another disgrace called mom.
A broken heart form a broken home,
I'm sick of the fury and being alone,
Dealing with the pain that brings white lights,
Feeling the pain,
After the fights,
I'm plagued on a new level that can't be seen,
Trapped like a rat without a home to hide,
Trapped inside with no one worthy to confide,
If a word could fix what a thousand have damaged,
I'd scream it every day from mountain tops,
So loud the valley would echo the rivers would stop,
And time would freeze.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
Shower in your sorrow
My throat is waiting for your kiss of death,
Pierce my neck with your fangs and open the gates of my demise,
Searching for a solution,
But it’s time for execution,
Flood these floors with your sweet tainted poison,
Let it flow from under the doors and down the halls,
These walls whisper lies and everyone listens,
Her eyes sewn shut as the plot thickens.
So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.
Watch the dice of death as they fall from your palms,
Snake eyes revealed as they bring out the guillotine.
There’s some beauty in this destruction,
the eyes of seduction peer into your soul,
Serpents strangle the pain away as the heads roll.
So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.
Pick a card,
Any card,
And seal your fate,
But be careful,
Win or lose it's your doomsday,
Ace of spades,
Brings the blades,
To your shaking wrists,
Smothered screams echo through the roof,
And your scars are proof,
Of these sick homicide games.
So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.
Rip all the stitches out,
And let the blood flow down your face,
The inner demons hide in silence,
They put you on death row,
Don't let your fear show,
Can you feel your heart race,
It’s a feast of pain,
And you’re the guest of honour,
In these homicide games,
Just place your fucking bets.
So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
Pierce my neck with your fangs and open the gates of my demise,
Searching for a solution,
But it’s time for execution,
Flood these floors with your sweet tainted poison,
Let it flow from under the doors and down the halls,
These walls whisper lies and everyone listens,
Her eyes sewn shut as the plot thickens.
So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.
Watch the dice of death as they fall from your palms,
Snake eyes revealed as they bring out the guillotine.
There’s some beauty in this destruction,
the eyes of seduction peer into your soul,
Serpents strangle the pain away as the heads roll.
So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.
Pick a card,
Any card,
And seal your fate,
But be careful,
Win or lose it's your doomsday,
Ace of spades,
Brings the blades,
To your shaking wrists,
Smothered screams echo through the roof,
And your scars are proof,
Of these sick homicide games.
So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.
Rip all the stitches out,
And let the blood flow down your face,
The inner demons hide in silence,
They put you on death row,
Don't let your fear show,
Can you feel your heart race,
It’s a feast of pain,
And you’re the guest of honour,
In these homicide games,
Just place your fucking bets.
So shower in your sorrow,
Tomorrow is much too far from here,
Our fate concludes tonight,
As the clock strikes nine,
Shivers up your back,
He’s breathing down your spine,
You as dead to him,
As the heavens shine.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
tonight they die
They wake in sleep,
Time runs short as true love dies,
These sectors’ tales,
Tell not of lies,
A car crash reins terror,
Another family's shattered,
Souls long for something more.
Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.
They'll watch as the pendulum swings,
The clock ticks away your life,
They sit in the shadows and wait,
For you,
Watching every step,
Taking note of every breathe,
They hunt you down,
Your screams echo through the dead town.
Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.
Trapped and scared running for your life,
Much too slow you feel the knife,
Taken out of your back and put to your throat,
Far from friends now and they help you die.
Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.
Scraped off the flesh dangles from their mouths,
Bones bare as desert,
Empty hearts filled with lead,
You’re still alive,
But tonight,
You’re better off,
Fucking dead.
Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
Time runs short as true love dies,
These sectors’ tales,
Tell not of lies,
A car crash reins terror,
Another family's shattered,
Souls long for something more.
Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.
They'll watch as the pendulum swings,
The clock ticks away your life,
They sit in the shadows and wait,
For you,
Watching every step,
Taking note of every breathe,
They hunt you down,
Your screams echo through the dead town.
Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.
Trapped and scared running for your life,
Much too slow you feel the knife,
Taken out of your back and put to your throat,
Far from friends now and they help you die.
Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.
Scraped off the flesh dangles from their mouths,
Bones bare as desert,
Empty hearts filled with lead,
You’re still alive,
But tonight,
You’re better off,
Fucking dead.
Broken inside tonight they die,
Sell your soul,
Sell your soul,
You'll need it not,
Where you are going,
Though heaven's unlikely,
Alive greed's unsightly.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
7.2.10
my messenger
You killed the messenger,
You slit him at the throat,
You drank the blood of Christ,
And spat it in my face,
You wrote your name in blood,
When I found you on the floor,
How could I love you,
You’re a fuck up and a whore.
So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.
So take everything left of me,
I'm just a piece in your strategy,
To get what you want,
This time,
I won't back down,
I'll man up,
And stand my ground.
So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.
If looks could kill,
You'd be then next head lining murder story,
Suffocated,
By all your lies,
It's time to break free,
Time to cut the ties,
No more pain,
Loving you will bring my demise.
So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.
So this is,
So this is,
The end of the world,
So this is,
So this is,
When death is night,
So this is,
So this is,
Repent,
Sin and repeat,
So this is,
So this is,
Could end in our defeat.
So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.
So this is,
The end of love,
And world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot,
My messengers been shot,
No more letters,
No time for forgiveness,
Time to repent,
Sin and repeat.
So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
You slit him at the throat,
You drank the blood of Christ,
And spat it in my face,
You wrote your name in blood,
When I found you on the floor,
How could I love you,
You’re a fuck up and a whore.
So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.
So take everything left of me,
I'm just a piece in your strategy,
To get what you want,
This time,
I won't back down,
I'll man up,
And stand my ground.
So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.
If looks could kill,
You'd be then next head lining murder story,
Suffocated,
By all your lies,
It's time to break free,
Time to cut the ties,
No more pain,
Loving you will bring my demise.
So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.
So this is,
So this is,
The end of the world,
So this is,
So this is,
When death is night,
So this is,
So this is,
Repent,
Sin and repeat,
So this is,
So this is,
Could end in our defeat.
So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.
So this is,
The end of love,
And world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot,
My messengers been shot,
No more letters,
No time for forgiveness,
Time to repent,
Sin and repeat.
So this is,
The end of love and world we know,
So this is,
The beginning of something,
New to grow,
Give me something to care about,
I've nothing left to lose,
Give me something to fight about,
My messengers been shot.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
6.2.10
I hold the world
So once again,
I'm ending up where I've been,
My heart swings in the balance,
Bend but don't break,
Please don't break,
No not this time.
I hold the world in the palm of my hand,
But I'd drop it on a dime for you,
No need to cry my dear,
Wipe away your tears tonight,
My love,
No need for fear to hide within your heart,
I told you I'd catch you from the start.
Tonight's the night I'll make you remember,
What it's like to love someone,
Who cares about you the way I do,
I wanna be the one you hold,
So close to your heart,
So fragile,
So fragile,
This game they call love,
Over rated,
Under estimated,
The way that I felt about you.
I hold the world in the palm of my hand,
But I'd drop it on a dime for you,
No need to cry my dear,
Wipe away your tears tonight,
My love,
No need for fear to hide within your heart,
I told you I'd catch you from the start.
Through thin and thick,
I felt the click,
I knew I'd never let you go,
I'll be there for you,
I just want you to know,
Forever means forever,
And one thing that’ll never change,
My love for you.
I hold the world in the palm of my hand,
But I'd drop it on a dime for you,
No need to cry my dear,
Wipe away your tears tonight,
My love,
No need for fear to hide within your heart,
I told you I'd catch you from the start.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
I'm ending up where I've been,
My heart swings in the balance,
Bend but don't break,
Please don't break,
No not this time.
I hold the world in the palm of my hand,
But I'd drop it on a dime for you,
No need to cry my dear,
Wipe away your tears tonight,
My love,
No need for fear to hide within your heart,
I told you I'd catch you from the start.
Tonight's the night I'll make you remember,
What it's like to love someone,
Who cares about you the way I do,
I wanna be the one you hold,
So close to your heart,
So fragile,
So fragile,
This game they call love,
Over rated,
Under estimated,
The way that I felt about you.
I hold the world in the palm of my hand,
But I'd drop it on a dime for you,
No need to cry my dear,
Wipe away your tears tonight,
My love,
No need for fear to hide within your heart,
I told you I'd catch you from the start.
Through thin and thick,
I felt the click,
I knew I'd never let you go,
I'll be there for you,
I just want you to know,
Forever means forever,
And one thing that’ll never change,
My love for you.
I hold the world in the palm of my hand,
But I'd drop it on a dime for you,
No need to cry my dear,
Wipe away your tears tonight,
My love,
No need for fear to hide within your heart,
I told you I'd catch you from the start.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
5.2.10
tick here tock there
In a room with faceless clocks,
Time stands still,
The days are nights,
While nights are days and days of salvation.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
With a secret told,
It will be kept in confidence,
Close to my heart,
Death's rushing upon us,
The sun's blacked out,
With a thousand archer's arrows,
And your heart's the target,
For their attack.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
Blacked out,
You will not see,
Shut out,
You will forget
Locked up,
The faceless clock,
Runs your life,
And the day is up,
You will not live,
You,
Will not die,
Look to your loved one,
And say goodbye,
Never again,
Will you see,
Shut out,
You will forget,
Locked up,
And the keys thrown away.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
When time stands still,
You are immortal,
If just for a moment,
You will have known that,
Forever goes by in an instant,
Like a black dying rose,
Just another plant,
Millions before the same,
Millions after,
Your death's in vain.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
We are stressed with plagues,
Lock the door,
Avoid the sickness,
Within reverse quarantine you'll shine brighter,
Than ever before.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
We're all blacked out,
In his eyes,
In red,
A thousand archer's blood spilled out,
The white eternity,
In quarantine,
Kept from truth,
The blue,
Another lie,
You believed in.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
A ticking here,
The faceless clock,
Sheds a tear,
As a tock is missed,
Time is revived and it ends your life.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
Time stands still,
The days are nights,
While nights are days and days of salvation.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
With a secret told,
It will be kept in confidence,
Close to my heart,
Death's rushing upon us,
The sun's blacked out,
With a thousand archer's arrows,
And your heart's the target,
For their attack.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
Blacked out,
You will not see,
Shut out,
You will forget
Locked up,
The faceless clock,
Runs your life,
And the day is up,
You will not live,
You,
Will not die,
Look to your loved one,
And say goodbye,
Never again,
Will you see,
Shut out,
You will forget,
Locked up,
And the keys thrown away.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
When time stands still,
You are immortal,
If just for a moment,
You will have known that,
Forever goes by in an instant,
Like a black dying rose,
Just another plant,
Millions before the same,
Millions after,
Your death's in vain.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
We are stressed with plagues,
Lock the door,
Avoid the sickness,
Within reverse quarantine you'll shine brighter,
Than ever before.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
We're all blacked out,
In his eyes,
In red,
A thousand archer's blood spilled out,
The white eternity,
In quarantine,
Kept from truth,
The blue,
Another lie,
You believed in.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
A ticking here,
The faceless clock,
Sheds a tear,
As a tock is missed,
Time is revived and it ends your life.
A ticking here,
A clocks' tock there,
The next thing I'd hear,
The door unlocking,
Time standing still,
As I sit and wait on the blacked out window sill.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
3.2.10
I know you love me
I'm sorry this can't be perfect,
But know it's you I'm missing,
Your the boy,
I blow out my candles,
Wishing for,
Someone like you.
I know you love me,
The way I love you too,
I promise,
I promise,
I promise,
Never again,
Never again,
Will I let this happen,
To you.
You’re my everything the love of my life,
I truly love you,
And want you as my night light,
Your beauty leaves no breathe,
Your eyes,
Bluer than,
Ocean waves,
Ocean waves,
Ocean waves,
Taking me over.
I know you love me,
The way I love you too,
I promise,
I promise,
I promise,
Never again,
Never again,
Will I let this happen,
To you.
I've made my bed and it's time to sleep,
I'm dreaming of you, pretty little wishing girl,
I'm wishing,
And praying,
And hoping,
For you now,
Please won't you,
Lay close to me,
Close to me,
Let me feel your heart beat next to mine.
I know you love me,
The way I love you too,
I promise,
I promise,
I promise,
Never again,
Never again,
Will I let this happen,
To you.
How can we pretend we're all okie,
When everything's not fine,
The sea's between us the skyline above us,
You are my stars and I'm your moon,
Pretty little wishing boy,
Will you make my dreams come true?
I know you love me,
The way I love you too,
I promise,
I promise,
I promise,
Never again,
Never again,
Will I let this happen,
To you.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
But know it's you I'm missing,
Your the boy,
I blow out my candles,
Wishing for,
Someone like you.
I know you love me,
The way I love you too,
I promise,
I promise,
I promise,
Never again,
Never again,
Will I let this happen,
To you.
You’re my everything the love of my life,
I truly love you,
And want you as my night light,
Your beauty leaves no breathe,
Your eyes,
Bluer than,
Ocean waves,
Ocean waves,
Ocean waves,
Taking me over.
I know you love me,
The way I love you too,
I promise,
I promise,
I promise,
Never again,
Never again,
Will I let this happen,
To you.
I've made my bed and it's time to sleep,
I'm dreaming of you, pretty little wishing girl,
I'm wishing,
And praying,
And hoping,
For you now,
Please won't you,
Lay close to me,
Close to me,
Let me feel your heart beat next to mine.
I know you love me,
The way I love you too,
I promise,
I promise,
I promise,
Never again,
Never again,
Will I let this happen,
To you.
How can we pretend we're all okie,
When everything's not fine,
The sea's between us the skyline above us,
You are my stars and I'm your moon,
Pretty little wishing boy,
Will you make my dreams come true?
I know you love me,
The way I love you too,
I promise,
I promise,
I promise,
Never again,
Never again,
Will I let this happen,
To you.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
he's as lovely as a rose
So this,
Is the end of love,
And so this,
Is the end of life,
Your knife,
Is stuck in my back,
Your betrayal stings worse,
That a thousand wasp's attacks.
Oh he's as lovely as a rose,
And as deadly as it's thorn,
My heart,
Is covered in gasoline,
So just throw me a match,
And you watch me crawl tonight.
Open arms,
Left open wounds,
My pain,
Rests on your shoulders
My hearts apart,
And no time will heal it,
I can hear the ticking but I can’t find the tock.
Oh he's as lovely as a rose,
And as deadly as it's thorn,
My heart,
Is covered in gasoline,
So just throw me a match,
And you watch me crawl tonight.
If only for today,
Death would redeem me,
If only for tonight,
I wouldn't sleep alone,
For life,
Without you,
Has left me,
Broken and dead.
Oh he's as lovely as a rose,
And as deadly as it's thorn,
My heart,
Is covered in gasoline,
So just throw me a match,
And you watch me crawl tonight.
I've got no soul,
And I've got no purpose,
Can you see my hate,
As I feel its surface,
Death's upon us tonight,
And his aim is set on you.
Oh he's as lovely as a rose,
And as deadly as it's thorn,
My heart,
Is covered in gasoline,
So just throw me a match,
And you watch me crawl tonight.
It's time my dear,
I can smell the fear,
Amongst cheap perfume,
Now meet your demise,
Just one look in my hate-filled eyes,
Goodbye my dear,
You've got nothing left to loose,
So lay your head,
It's time to sleep,
Just dry your tears,
For the dead can't weep,
Sleep is just a cousin of death.
Oh he's as lovely as a rose,
And as deadly as it's thorn,
My heart,
Is covered in gasoline,
So just throw me a match,
And you watch me crawl tonight.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
Is the end of love,
And so this,
Is the end of life,
Your knife,
Is stuck in my back,
Your betrayal stings worse,
That a thousand wasp's attacks.
Oh he's as lovely as a rose,
And as deadly as it's thorn,
My heart,
Is covered in gasoline,
So just throw me a match,
And you watch me crawl tonight.
Open arms,
Left open wounds,
My pain,
Rests on your shoulders
My hearts apart,
And no time will heal it,
I can hear the ticking but I can’t find the tock.
Oh he's as lovely as a rose,
And as deadly as it's thorn,
My heart,
Is covered in gasoline,
So just throw me a match,
And you watch me crawl tonight.
If only for today,
Death would redeem me,
If only for tonight,
I wouldn't sleep alone,
For life,
Without you,
Has left me,
Broken and dead.
Oh he's as lovely as a rose,
And as deadly as it's thorn,
My heart,
Is covered in gasoline,
So just throw me a match,
And you watch me crawl tonight.
I've got no soul,
And I've got no purpose,
Can you see my hate,
As I feel its surface,
Death's upon us tonight,
And his aim is set on you.
Oh he's as lovely as a rose,
And as deadly as it's thorn,
My heart,
Is covered in gasoline,
So just throw me a match,
And you watch me crawl tonight.
It's time my dear,
I can smell the fear,
Amongst cheap perfume,
Now meet your demise,
Just one look in my hate-filled eyes,
Goodbye my dear,
You've got nothing left to loose,
So lay your head,
It's time to sleep,
Just dry your tears,
For the dead can't weep,
Sleep is just a cousin of death.
Oh he's as lovely as a rose,
And as deadly as it's thorn,
My heart,
Is covered in gasoline,
So just throw me a match,
And you watch me crawl tonight.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
If I were God
So fresh so pure,
This green isn't sick,
But still needs a cure,
Over heating and over whelming,
We're tearing this apart.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
So stand up,
And take responsibility,
For the actions that are your own.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
You hold the world,
Right in your hands,
You thrive upon it,
And claims it's lands,
For your own sake,
Greed and gluttony is all you know.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
For if I were a god,
I'd be as cruel,
As the one before,
I speak to teach,
but no one listens to me.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
As I preach,
Of these cities,
Buried so far beneath,
It isn't our past,
We must embrace,
But the future,
Is looking backwards,
To a time, Without oils,
You'd sell yourself,
For that Texas gold.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
For only if there were a god,
He'd have gotten rid of you,
So many years,
Ago.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
So I suggest,
You kiss your ass goodbye,
Due to your actions,
We're gunna die,
Slowly cooking, I can feel the temperature rising,
As the world's capsizing,
From the inside out.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
This green isn't sick,
But still needs a cure,
Over heating and over whelming,
We're tearing this apart.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
So stand up,
And take responsibility,
For the actions that are your own.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
You hold the world,
Right in your hands,
You thrive upon it,
And claims it's lands,
For your own sake,
Greed and gluttony is all you know.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
For if I were a god,
I'd be as cruel,
As the one before,
I speak to teach,
but no one listens to me.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
As I preach,
Of these cities,
Buried so far beneath,
It isn't our past,
We must embrace,
But the future,
Is looking backwards,
To a time, Without oils,
You'd sell yourself,
For that Texas gold.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
For only if there were a god,
He'd have gotten rid of you,
So many years,
Ago.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
So I suggest,
You kiss your ass goodbye,
Due to your actions,
We're gunna die,
Slowly cooking, I can feel the temperature rising,
As the world's capsizing,
From the inside out.
For if only I were a god,
I'd sell this planet,
In a second,
For its futures sake.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
The King's orders
A woman of class,
And the man,
A killer
Two lovers,
Forbidden to be,
For this woman,
Is royalty.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
To kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
She was prepared,
For that final night,
The feeling of flesh,
Never felt so bad,
And oh yes the sex,
Never felt so good,
He weeps while he sleeps,
He's dying inside,
While he screams.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
To kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
I will bring you to the gallows,
And as your name is chanted,
They will sing,
Your life is ending soon,
And you've got no regrets,
No power,
And nothing to turn your back to.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
To kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
The gallows,
Call your name,
They seek,
Your fortune and your fame,
Tonight's the night of terror,
Can you feel it sinking in your skin?
For I will bring you to the gallows.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
To kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
I watch your body falling to the masses,
Heads roll,
As they hear the church bell toll,
Down with the leaver,
And off with your head,
Heads roll,
At the sound of metal severing,
Flesh,
It ends this tale of love,
Watching your head fall to the floor,
Heads roll,
As yours hits the floor,
The smell of fresh spilt blood,
It fills the air,
Heads roll,
And so does yours.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
To kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
6 years have passed,
And still it seems,
A razor wire hanging's,
The only way to kill this love,
It's time for the killer,
To become his latest death,
The death,
That he prides himself on,
The very death,
That made him rich,
It was the death,
Oh yes it was the death,
That killed him inside,
So many years ago.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
Ro kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
With his knife,
He took his life,
He raised it up,
And screamed,
I now pronounce us man and wife.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
Ro kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
And the man,
A killer
Two lovers,
Forbidden to be,
For this woman,
Is royalty.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
To kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
She was prepared,
For that final night,
The feeling of flesh,
Never felt so bad,
And oh yes the sex,
Never felt so good,
He weeps while he sleeps,
He's dying inside,
While he screams.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
To kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
I will bring you to the gallows,
And as your name is chanted,
They will sing,
Your life is ending soon,
And you've got no regrets,
No power,
And nothing to turn your back to.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
To kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
The gallows,
Call your name,
They seek,
Your fortune and your fame,
Tonight's the night of terror,
Can you feel it sinking in your skin?
For I will bring you to the gallows.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
To kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
I watch your body falling to the masses,
Heads roll,
As they hear the church bell toll,
Down with the leaver,
And off with your head,
Heads roll,
At the sound of metal severing,
Flesh,
It ends this tale of love,
Watching your head fall to the floor,
Heads roll,
As yours hits the floor,
The smell of fresh spilt blood,
It fills the air,
Heads roll,
And so does yours.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
To kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
6 years have passed,
And still it seems,
A razor wire hanging's,
The only way to kill this love,
It's time for the killer,
To become his latest death,
The death,
That he prides himself on,
The very death,
That made him rich,
It was the death,
Oh yes it was the death,
That killed him inside,
So many years ago.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
Ro kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
With his knife,
He took his life,
He raised it up,
And screamed,
I now pronounce us man and wife.
The king orders,
The killers next victim,
And it might,
Sink his heart tonight,
Ro kill,
The one you love,
Is a sight to horrible to see.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
2.2.10
love and regret
Due on the grass,
And the sweet aroma of flowers,
Filling the air.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
On this 5 am button,
I awoke to a coo,
Birds of all sorts were heard down my flour,
It was then that I realized,
The coo came from a human.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
Upon this awakening,
A river suddenly erupted,
But it only truly lived once.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
Soon gone forever,
But not this love,
Soon banished for good,
No not this time,
Soon destined to die,
But not tonight.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
Two different people,
Torn from different cloths,
Finding out who they should be,
And among all this mischief,
The love remains the same.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
I’ve found me a boy,
Oh,
I've found me a boy,
And there's a million more,
The same in this world,
But the love remains the same.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
Just picture yourself,
Old and grey like a towel,
Textured and laid out,
To dry,
Now soak up your water your colors' restored,
And now happily you can die.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
A wonder-us bond,
How it cracks and it crinkles,
Never would it be quite the same,
At least not like this love,
Oh no,
At least not like this love,
Oh no,
At least not like this love.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
For this love remains the same,
How this love remains the same,
This love is exactly insane.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
And the sweet aroma of flowers,
Filling the air.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
On this 5 am button,
I awoke to a coo,
Birds of all sorts were heard down my flour,
It was then that I realized,
The coo came from a human.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
Upon this awakening,
A river suddenly erupted,
But it only truly lived once.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
Soon gone forever,
But not this love,
Soon banished for good,
No not this time,
Soon destined to die,
But not tonight.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
Two different people,
Torn from different cloths,
Finding out who they should be,
And among all this mischief,
The love remains the same.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
I’ve found me a boy,
Oh,
I've found me a boy,
And there's a million more,
The same in this world,
But the love remains the same.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
Just picture yourself,
Old and grey like a towel,
Textured and laid out,
To dry,
Now soak up your water your colors' restored,
And now happily you can die.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
A wonder-us bond,
How it cracks and it crinkles,
Never would it be quite the same,
At least not like this love,
Oh no,
At least not like this love,
Oh no,
At least not like this love.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
For this love remains the same,
How this love remains the same,
This love is exactly insane.
With love in my heart,
And regret in my head,
I'll feed this need,
To re-take,
The words that I said.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
an ex is an ex
An ex is an ex,
But it's still so sad to see,
Her pretty face,
Covered by all those tears,
The pain's turned into anger,
And the anger into jealousy,
As hard as she may try,
She just can't get her mind off him.
She takes it out on all his friends,
She takes it off just for his friends,
But he's not the jealous type,
At least not for tonight,
Not for tonight,
The bonds that bound him are broken from his wrists,
And now he's see's the true girl,
That hid his eyes in a fake bliss,
So won't you take off the blindfold,
There's nothing left for you to see,
So move along,
Just move along,
Yeah keep on walking,
Right through me.
Oh my god,
Here she goes again,
Oh my god she's sleeping with his friend,
But he doesn't care because he's going home tonight,
And he's not alone,
Yeah he's up all night talking on the phone,
While she's alone,
And she's staring at her walls,
Missing his calls.
She takes it out on all his friends,
She takes it off just for his friends,
But he's not the jealous type,
At least not for tonight,
Not for tonight,
The bonds that bound him are broken from his wrists,
And now he's see's the true girl,
That hid his eyes in a fake bliss,
So won't you take off the blindfold,
There's nothing left for you to see,
So move along,
Just move along,
Yeah keep on walking,
Right through me.
You painted on,
Painted on your face,
You let it hide your colors,
Embarrassed of disgrace,
But your paint has faded away,
And so has our loving memory,
Tonight,
It was the first time running,
Not the last time coming,
But there won't be more to come,
No not this time,
Until I find another reason why,
To do it again.
She takes it out on all his friends,
She takes it off just for his friends,
But he's not the jealous type,
At least not for tonight,
Not for tonight,
The bonds that bound him are broken from his wrists,
And now he's see's the true girl,
That hid his eyes in a fake bliss,
So won't you take off the blindfold,
There's nothing left for you to see,
So move along,
Just move along,
Yeah keep on walking,
Right through me.
So goodbye and good riddance ,
My ex-best friend,
This is the end,
For my heart is torn,
And my body's worn,
This isn't a love song,
No it's not a love song,
It's just a reminder,
That i could do better,
This is your hello,
And fuck you letter,
This is what's call another breakup song,
Fuck you,
And so long.
She takes it out on all his friends,
She takes it off just for his friends,
But he's not the jealous type,
At least not for tonight,
Not for tonight,
The bonds that bound him are broken from his wrists,
And now he's see's the true girl,
That hid his eyes in a fake bliss,
So won't you take off the blindfold,
There's nothing left for you to see,
So move along,
Just move along,
Yeah keep on walking,
Right through me.
written awhile ago just was cleaning up and found a ton of unused songs that i wrote when i couldnt find my book
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
But it's still so sad to see,
Her pretty face,
Covered by all those tears,
The pain's turned into anger,
And the anger into jealousy,
As hard as she may try,
She just can't get her mind off him.
She takes it out on all his friends,
She takes it off just for his friends,
But he's not the jealous type,
At least not for tonight,
Not for tonight,
The bonds that bound him are broken from his wrists,
And now he's see's the true girl,
That hid his eyes in a fake bliss,
So won't you take off the blindfold,
There's nothing left for you to see,
So move along,
Just move along,
Yeah keep on walking,
Right through me.
Oh my god,
Here she goes again,
Oh my god she's sleeping with his friend,
But he doesn't care because he's going home tonight,
And he's not alone,
Yeah he's up all night talking on the phone,
While she's alone,
And she's staring at her walls,
Missing his calls.
She takes it out on all his friends,
She takes it off just for his friends,
But he's not the jealous type,
At least not for tonight,
Not for tonight,
The bonds that bound him are broken from his wrists,
And now he's see's the true girl,
That hid his eyes in a fake bliss,
So won't you take off the blindfold,
There's nothing left for you to see,
So move along,
Just move along,
Yeah keep on walking,
Right through me.
You painted on,
Painted on your face,
You let it hide your colors,
Embarrassed of disgrace,
But your paint has faded away,
And so has our loving memory,
Tonight,
It was the first time running,
Not the last time coming,
But there won't be more to come,
No not this time,
Until I find another reason why,
To do it again.
She takes it out on all his friends,
She takes it off just for his friends,
But he's not the jealous type,
At least not for tonight,
Not for tonight,
The bonds that bound him are broken from his wrists,
And now he's see's the true girl,
That hid his eyes in a fake bliss,
So won't you take off the blindfold,
There's nothing left for you to see,
So move along,
Just move along,
Yeah keep on walking,
Right through me.
So goodbye and good riddance ,
My ex-best friend,
This is the end,
For my heart is torn,
And my body's worn,
This isn't a love song,
No it's not a love song,
It's just a reminder,
That i could do better,
This is your hello,
And fuck you letter,
This is what's call another breakup song,
Fuck you,
And so long.
She takes it out on all his friends,
She takes it off just for his friends,
But he's not the jealous type,
At least not for tonight,
Not for tonight,
The bonds that bound him are broken from his wrists,
And now he's see's the true girl,
That hid his eyes in a fake bliss,
So won't you take off the blindfold,
There's nothing left for you to see,
So move along,
Just move along,
Yeah keep on walking,
Right through me.
written awhile ago just was cleaning up and found a ton of unused songs that i wrote when i couldnt find my book
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
Take up the torch
Tonight will change our lives,
He's gunna burn this city,
And send our souls,
Down to the depths of hell,
It will send us down,
He's gunna tear up the town,
He's gunna rape and pillage,
Up and down this village,
Even if nobody's home.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
Cheap wine,
And cheaper women,
Man I could live like this forever,
Cheap wine,
And cheaper women,
Yes I could live this life.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
You run and hide,
You run and hide,
So scared and scarred,
So scared and scarred.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
The drunken haze is wearing off,
You can smell the booze,
It's in his head,
You can smell the booze,
It's in his breathe,
Run don't hide,
Or else your dead.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
He'll bury your body without a head,
He'll sever the flesh,
And savour the death.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
Your name's in vain,
Innocence is violated,
And should he get a grip around your throat,
You better get down,
Down on your knees,
And beg for fucking mercy.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
He's gunna burn this city,
And send our souls,
Down to the depths of hell,
It will send us down,
He's gunna tear up the town,
He's gunna rape and pillage,
Up and down this village,
Even if nobody's home.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
Cheap wine,
And cheaper women,
Man I could live like this forever,
Cheap wine,
And cheaper women,
Yes I could live this life.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
You run and hide,
You run and hide,
So scared and scarred,
So scared and scarred.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
The drunken haze is wearing off,
You can smell the booze,
It's in his head,
You can smell the booze,
It's in his breathe,
Run don't hide,
Or else your dead.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
He'll bury your body without a head,
He'll sever the flesh,
And savour the death.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
Your name's in vain,
Innocence is violated,
And should he get a grip around your throat,
You better get down,
Down on your knees,
And beg for fucking mercy.
Take up the torch,
Cast it through their window,
Kick in the doors,
Treat the women like whores,
And it's not even noon yet.
© Becky Baillargeon 2010
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