the gallows from arete by arete

i retract in the gallows, seething with angst
i watch and i laugh at the pigs im against

my hand of flesh turns to metal
forms the image of a gun
the image of metal is what i have become
i see the living as dead
i see them living in vain
i try to feel something, all i feel is the same

spotlighting the standstill night
creepin down the street at night
single streetlight seeps out light
awaiting the guiding light

my righteous mind sees
while the empty heads plead
for your sins you shall bleed
im the one you need
innocence walks, metal in my hand
this vile apparition unconciously stands
laying down the law, at my feet you shall crawl
feel my metal thrust through your flesh

i am the dirty lamb, child to a man
i am the blackened sheep, animal to beast

• Rock
• industrial
• Los Angeles