My heart is like an oven
the feeling I feel is always nothing
when i'm around you
i feel like I'm nothing
but i realize now its not just me
its you thats below the nothing (thank you for making me)
the same nothing you keep feeding me
the same nothing i keep putting up with (thank you for making me feel special)
the nothing that makes my soul
sometimes feels to me like a hot engine
its beenn overdriven
driving on down the war path
on the path
to destruction
he began his killings
but the judge ruled his acts multiple homocide
the clue was the hidden sign
when folks said that he was always shy
they knew something was wrong
it was his cleverness that made him slide
slither off the curb
on the curve of the disturbed
it did not occur to them
the towns people that never stood a chance
everything always rests
on the destructin of this one man
him alone with his gun
he can take you control
take it down with the ship
like an anchor dropping in the ocean
he's on the curve of disturbed
in this chaos of comotion
he sets aside he emotions
but still he leans on the verge of destruction
he prays to god "please please stop these damn four walls from closing"
but nobody knows it that this was going to happen
in a town that had not yet awoken
until the sirens rang,
a sound that was unheard of in a town unknown
