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Born To Pieces Lyrics

by Frost Like Ashes

I watch as this ink forms the words that I write It flows from the tip of this pen, black with spite As blood runs from deep it swells from inside Anger so pure and hate so divine Gazing through time as if present in mind I awaken each horror to tell me their crimes So eager to haunt me with boasts each in kind This is the tale that began this rhyme

She slithers between the rope and razor
This thing is eating its way from inside Her blackened mind knows she must be delivered On this day one of them must die Her dark shadow is the one that guides her The battle's short and oh so sweet With glazened gaze she acquiesces to the slaughter Of this thing that beats inside so deep

To the house of the Butcher
Into the eyes of the Slayer
Before the alter of the massacre
Lay her. Flay her!

The man behind the mask grins to greet her He is the one with the pitch-black soul With skilled hands he binds her to the cold chair Let the sacrifice begin Like a ritual he begins to spread her Invading her with the tools of his trade Should a daughter be slain for sin's pleasure?
Her first sensation is the kiss of acid pain

Acid fills the darkness
Of the stretched out womb
Burning her flesh
To the bone
Enter the scalpel
The first cut is made
Separate her body
Severed limb from limb

To the house of the Butcher
Into the eyes of the Slayer
Before the alter of the massacre
Lay her. Flay her!

Another day of killing is over
The Butcher slips into the night
A morbid thought I feel taking over
The words come-self defense by proxy
There is a shadow stalking this butcher
Get your scalpels-Let's have some fun!
His first awareness that he's what it's after The cold steel of the barrel of the gun

Acid fills his mouth
Silent screams cannot be heard
The machete draws first blood
In this irony absurd
The blade thirsts for more
Limbs are hacked and hewn
I sicken at such gore
But then I am not like you

The slaughter of the Butcher
Deliverance of ten thousand
An end of the massacre
Preyed him. Slayed him!

The slaughter of the Butcher
Is this of Dark Design?
Is this what God has in mind?
Such a small price to pay!





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Daddy Yankee
Y me gusta tanto cuando se pega pega
Y me guaya guaya
Y se pega pega
Cuando le sueltan el dembow
Dembow bow bow
Papoose
So before leavin', yo it's a wise man I'm repeatin'
Two wrongs don't make a right, I believe in it makes a even
Paul Hardcastle
In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war but it wasn't
It was different in many ways, as so were tose that did the fighting
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26
In Vietnam he was 19
In-in-in Vietnam he was 19

The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on

Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served
A twelve month tour of duty
But was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ni-ni-ni 19, Ni-ni-ni 19

Hundreds of thousands of men who saw heavy combat
In Vietnam were arrested since discharge
Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men
Have been incarcerated

But a Veterans Administration study
Concludes that the greater of vets
Exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances
Of being arrested or convicted

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen
Destruction of men in their prime
Whose average was 19

De-de-destruction
De-de-destruction
War, war

De-de-destruction, wa, wa, war, wa, war, war
De-de-destruction
War, war

After World War II the men came home together on troop ships
But the Vietnam vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between
World War II and Vietnam was coming home
None of them received a hero's welcome

None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne, none of them, none of them, none of them
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what
Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder

Many vets complain of alienation, rage or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to ten years after coming home
Almost eight hundred thousand men are still fighting the Vietnam War

De-de-destruction
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni19 19
19, 19, 19, 19
Ni-ni-ni 19, 19, ni-19 19
19, 19, 19, 19

When we came back it was different, everybody wants to know
"How'd it happened to those guys over there?
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do

There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home

All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for?
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
Cristina Vee
I've done everything I canAll the people that I see I will never understandIf I find a way to change, if I step into the lightThen I'll never be the same, and it all will fade to whiteEver on and on I continue circlingWith nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony
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