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Date
08/04/2012
File Info
Song
2.1 MB
2 min 20 sec
Score
3.98 / 5.00

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Rated 3.98 / 5 stars
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Genres:
Other - Goth
Tags:
scary
horror
pain

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Lyrics
These here are my seven crooks

Seven things inside

Seven things that tear at me

The things I try to hide



The first one I call little Tim

He lives here in my head

He's the decaying wolf face

Speaking at the foot of my bed

I just ignore him

because he's already dead

He is regret



The second is a Ballerina

Dancing all fucking day

Everywhere I go

The bitch leads the way

I want to take her mask off

and see her grim face

But she will never get that close

To let me solve that case

She is indecision



Number three I like to call Choices

For he is a bastard son

The one that runs around

Flaunting that loaded gun

All he needs is a love

or something to call his own

But in the end

He'll reap what he's sewn

He is Choices



The Fourth is a particular character

The name is Mr. Jenkins

The rat swine I hate the most

Goes in and about

Haunting me like a ghost

He is the pain



Fifth is a pair of plyers

That darn rusty pair

To utter why it's number five

I would never dare

For when I think about it

I want to harm something

So I just won't tell you

Just keep you wondering



My Crook number six

is the voices from the headphones

Not plugged in to any audio

The vocals reside within my bones

But this Crook I welcome

It is something I love to taste

The blood sweat and tears

Make a thick potent paste

This is Anger



This is number seven

The Crook is a little child

Maybe the age of three

She'd sneak into my room

And carve letters into me

These scars would stay

For long long whiles

But eventually fade away

She is Memories



These are my Crooks

That Hide deep in my head

These are the things

I have to always keep fed

Reviews


satanbrainsatanbrain

Rated 4 / 5 stars

I would calssify it a poem, not a song. The poem is of a casual register, it is finespun and not garish.
"But this Crook I welcome", well written. Anger rips and mends.



FallOutFoxFallOutFox

Rated 3.5 / 5 stars

That's deep from the inside.


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