To The Hell

Hi guyz,

            Before I begin, I wanna apologise MnM, my buddy, for draggin him into unwanted attention and embarassment. I am sorry bro. Certain recent events brought outta the vent.  This one'z f***ed to all those, who sucked the Knight and deserve to be brutalized. Once again my sincere heartfelt apologies to MnM.
A few part of it is inspired from DM, but still it best describes my murderous feelin of dat moment.

                                 Let them be diabolically doomed.

F*** you exec!

Arisin from the dead,

Attackin from the grave

The killin goes on

Till the death of last brave.

I'll bring you hell.

As you deserve to be slaved.

Your soul will be frozen with f***** storm hail.

Breaking through the crust.

Outta from the coffins

Protected by His grace

Lay down the f*****

From our Satanic scripts

Bringing you nothing but grief.

F***** the communicators

And the m@#$%#$## bastards

Controlling their actions

Then chopping the bonerates

Entrapped in their worst nightmare

Piercing their ears

With a f***** sound

Raising His deadly stare

The Lucifer laughz

His needz are fulfilled

And He goes off

The flames are on

Bodies are burning

The people are torn

Torture the reason they are gone

Now we take over

And His Law Prevails

Enjoy our m******* reign

Bloodz what we want

And we won't settle the game

Until we drive you insane

Attacking the young,

Murderin the old

Bleeding with every heartbeat

Darkness had told

And your soul is sold

Diggin into your meat

When the sun doesn't rise

And the day is like night

Know that your life is at its f**** end

So scream out in fright

Here comes the Dark Knight..........

DREAMZ

Free for a moment, high above

Juz for a moment in the armz of love.

If I could be all that I want to be

The Kickass Peerz would hang their headz in despair.

If you could hear what I want you to hear

You'd think, couldn't breathe without that air.

And there'z alwayz something more that I should tell you

More lost than I am found.

So I'm trying to clear my head

That I'll be a lot sound.

If I could say all that I want to say

The m@#$@#& would hide in shame for yearz

And curse themselves unto their Death

After I am done from here.

And there'z the rub in being Human

It getz in the way of all your Dreaming.

What the f@#$ you can do,

For the moment you wake up Screaming.

All the Hell will break loose,

If the f@#$&* try to be wannabe

The Devil will hold the noose

and hang them at the subway.

But there'z alwayz something more that I should tell You

More lost than I am found.

So I'm trying to clear my head

That I'll be a lot sound.

21st Century Depression

All my Life i've wanted great thingz

the gladness that they might bring,

But most of all i dont have them

it really doesn't matter now.

i can see the F****** world will die

and that to at the blink of an eye.

Who cares for them goin astray,

Groans of the Undead, as away the Time fly.

Bastard put the Gun against my Head

You'll be of no use to Me

thatz all when i'm Dead.

At the turn of a Twenty Yearz,

it has bred all my Deepest Fearz,

it hides in my Strongest Dreamz,

it killz all hope and stripz it clean...

Lord i gotta ask a favor

And hope You'll understand

I juz wanna live Life by the gun,

Let Me die like a Man!!!!!!!!!

ORCUS MONEY!!!

            Hi Guyz,  
                         This lyric of mine was composed in the 3rd year of Engg when the campus drives were on. Out of sheer frustration of not being able to select myself in, I vented it out in my notebooks. Though comin from a well-to-do family, I never considered it right to ask green-backs for my needs from ma guardians until I have them myself. So dedicated to all those who share my views......

Well I don't know about you

But there's not a lot that I can do

I could get a job in a F#$@ Centre.....

.....No I don't think so

But I've seen the ad, I want the car

And all the things that make life just fine, don't they?

If you can have it, I can have it

All that's yours can surely be mine

And it's one for the money

To keep up with the Kickass Peers

So you can look around and see you're not alone

Money wasn't meant for the poor

And it's truer now than ever before

You either have it or you don't

So where do you fit?

It's never when you need it

Always when you don't but that's f#+* life

And I really wouldn't care if

I could only have a share of the f@## good life

And it's one for the money.....

Keep up ma bro...

We'll soon reach the top!

Orphaned Lyric

Hi Guys, after the "tremendous" response to my earlier post, I got the motivation to write another one.


                  This work of mine is something which didn't find the light of the day as some of my earlier ones. Now I need to tell you all a brief history about it. After I joined Engg, I had become quite a loner a la depressing phase you can say. It is in my 2nd year of Engg that I got in contact with these guys calling themselves "Third Reich" - A metallic band based somewhere in the western suburbs and i need to thank MySpace for this!

                  The Band had 5 members - Gavin S, Arvind J, Sam F, Abu B, Shreyas S. During one of the interaction, they got to know of my creative skills, though I had juz copied the lyrics of Aerosmith. Honestly, I didin't explore that aspect of mine ever before (creative and not a plagiarist). Later on i started doin the real stuff for them, dark themed songs. But then I was not the only one they depended on. There was a gal named Juanito also known to them. This is the last song kinda rap that I wrote for them but unfortunately due to some internal strifes or ego problems they called it a day as a band. It is just a part of the song they were supposed to compose.

                 "All characters and events in this blog - even those based on real life are fictional and co-incidents. The blog may contain coarse language and due to it's content should not be viewed by anyone."

Juz take it as a satire.

This is in fond memory of the band and here we go.......



Everybody sounds so,


for a shit.


Probably they are,


the very Hypocrites.






Goin on to write,


the large Reams.


so as to destroy,


ma huge Realms.






Well comes the M*@#$^#,


who puts in the hat,


Only to lose,


like a Big Man Fat.






I guess He doesn't,


what the Nations facing.


He is there only,


to fill His Casing.






Don't expect to be ruled,


by those Knickers.


They are simply,


a Replica of Beggars.






What the shit or hell,


is there in the Red-House?


Where law is in the hands,


of a f#@$% mouse.






Long Live the Democracy,


if You can't save the fair.


If the Killer is dealt,


with a lot of Fanfare.






Whoever sheds


the Blood of a Man,


His Blood will be shed


by his Own Clan.






We'll be back,


We'll be back,


When the goin gets wrong,


to Clench and Twist


and bell the Iron Gong.