Something said
By AJ O’Brien.
So bleak the road
upon which I’m led,
never looking back
for fear of the dead.
I’m now lost and alone
because of something said,
and she lays broken
upon a scarlet bed.
Oh so much torment
utter madness, the knife, the rage,
I cannot stop the moment
nor turn back the page.
I stole her beautiful life
this guilt I cannot shed,
and so to the hanging tree
I am deservingly led.
The Killing machine
By AJ O’Brien.
Hands imprisioned, ringed with steel
climbing an empty black hall.
Don’t wanna go there
I pull back, stumble and fall.
Careless hands dirty nails
pull me upright, crush my soul,
leading me onward and down
toward my final goal.
Our footfalls cease
empty sounds colide,
beyond this ugly door
gonna take the ultimate ride.
Before me it stands
one hundred miles high,
my crimes are laid bare
am i really about to die?
I hear the audiance breathing
I begin to cry.
Don’t deserve to live
but don’t wanna die.
Shiny leather straps
kiss and lock me down,
gonna be the very first.
Don’t wanna wear that crown.
The switch is caressed
against the straps I strain,
Oh dear sweet Jesus
this is way beyond pain.
I’m dancing, dancing
beneath a summer’s rain,
and I promise, promise
I will never kill again.
Copper Coated Highways 