These are lyrics to a song I wrote tonight titled, "The Path". They go to a sort of deep, pop punk tune. It is pretty short and probably to be further worked upon.
The Path --The Painted Grin
"When I was just a little boy
I shot my dad in the back.
I thought the pistol was a toy
Oh but now I know better.
Yea in my youth I was a killer
With a boyish smile, pale as winter.
When I was only six years old
I slapped my mom cross her face.
Now I just do what I'm told
And wonder if there's something better.
Oh somehow I know there is.
Somewhere beyond my window.
As I walked home the other day.
I killed five hundred people.
I wish they hadn't walked my way
Yea well they should have known better.
Oh I'm a raging psychopath.
With eyes of starving crimson.
So if you see me run away."
The Face
It is what it is
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