put me out of my misery

It’s all about the thrill

Ain’t that right baby?

I’m kneeling here and at your will

Load your gun and aim it at me

Get ready, shoot to kill

And the empty casket will fall beside me

And I’ll be sent off on

The ultimate journey into the unknown,

Where all the things I’ve seen

All the things I was shown

All the places I’ve been

All the things I’ve done

Will fade away

A place where I’ll forget the way I was torn

Apart

Right from the start

Never stood a chance

To climb the wall that stands

Before me, so baby, put me out of my misery.

Is it any use?

To fight back and refuse

When you have to go left or right and you just don’t wanna choose

Does it make a difference?

When your life is all you’ve got left to lose

Your mere existence

I’ll kick the chair and feel the tightening of the noose

And I’ll be sent off on

Put me out of my misery

And I’ll be sent off on...

Our Whimsical Future

Tea in the mornin',
Coffee in the afternoon,
And beer and wine at night,
A cigarrette in my hand,
And you by my side
Doesn't seem too shabby a-way
To spent the rest of my life

Oh my, my, my, my
You're mine, mine
Everyday and everynight

The moon and the stars, up in the sky,
Light up the night, for you and I,
To share the greatest moments of our lifes,
Which we'll record with our bodies and eyes
And they'll be engraved,
On our memory,
And on our hearts and minds
They'll be there, for us to remember them,
As time, oh bittersweet time goes by

So my dear, sigh
And say goodbye,
But, don't worry it's just for tonight,
I'll see you again on the other side.

RELENTLESSLY RELENTING

Nothing but the shadow of a man,

That used to be alive,

Merely, the ashes of a burnt truth

That long ago became a lie

No sun, no stars, are kindling bright,

The dark tunnel before the light,

All weakness, and no might,

Just a doomed batter waiting for the third strike

So come for me, I won't put up a fight,

I promiss you, not even a tear these eyes of mine will cry,

Come for me, I'm standing still,

And take me along with the next winter chill.

Is hope overrated?

I think that question's jaded,

Maybe in time we'll find a way

To stand our ground, while the tides,

The impenetrable tides of life,

Fiercely sway

But until then, as soft as clay, 

I will stay

So come for me, I won't put up a fight,

I promiss you, not even a tear these eyes of mine will cry,

Come for me, I'm standing still,

And take me along with the next winter chill.

Everybody says, it'll be alright

Even as the pitch black uncertainty

Haunts you in the night,

Maybe we should give up our sanity,

Perhaps then the future will seem bright,

But until i gather enough strength, and courage,

I'll remain haunted for countless of sleepless nights