Hmmm... Well, I do and I wanted to know if anyone else does. Most of mine are on my DeviantArt account but I just wanted to post some BECAUSE I CAN K? Oh - this is going to set off the censorship this forum has so be prepared for stars? Plagued Playground A condom and a short fling, Another transmitted disease, A pregnancy at thirteen, Ecstasy overdose at eighteen, Short skirts and earrings, Wannabe stars who can't sing, They see blonde whores with fame, They only aspire to be the same... [Chorus] Youth is shorter than it used to be, Innocence is rarely ever seen, Violence brings silence every ****ing day, The plagued playground rips their souls away... An I-Pod that is stolen, Another person mugged from, A burnt out car in the street, Another highly amusing feat, Videophones and sadists, Sometimes they're even rapists, Happy-slaps for all to see, Yet no justice for you and me. [Chorus] I don't see the logic in Taking lives and belittling them, I don't see how they can Take virginities and parade them. I don't see how they live with it, The guilt would crush me flat, And I definately don't see How the **** they get away with it! Like Maggots To Flies And Flies To ****... There's maggots dancing all around, Devouring the flesh and bone, Tearing chunks out of the skin, Digesting society's undertones, Crawling through the empty veins, Chewing through the bronchioles, Taking bites out of the eyes And clogging up the empty lungs. [Chorus] 'Cause they're just parasites at first, Sucking our society dry, Taking anything they want, Their asking never seems to shy, And yet they still have the balls To look at us and wonder why We're the ones who get to hold Ourselves up so ****ing high! But let them take joy in desecration, 'Cause one day they'll ****ing grow, Mature from parasites to flies, Then they get to call this **** home, They'll see the trouble they once caused, Because it'll be their daily plight, And they'll finally have to admit That what they did was bloody shite! [Alt. Chorus] 'Cause they're just parasites at first, Sucking our society dry, But one day they'll ****ing grow And then there'll be nowhere to hide, 'Cause it will be their damn turn, To hear the maggots curse and whine, Maybe then they'll finally see Why we hold ourselves so high! There's maggots dancing all around, Devouring the flesh and bone, Tearing chunks out of the skin, Digesting society's undertones, But let them take joy in desecration, 'Cause one day they'll ****ing grow, Mature from parasites to flies, Then they get to call this **** home! Hung, Drawn and Quartered A country hangs as you prolong your escape, You lost the war so don't lengthen the state Of emergency that you've set-up in the streets, The violence and riots are all just defeats To the peace that your army claims to uphold, This country doesn't want democracy's mould, So cut down the noose and let everyone breathe, Continuous rounds isn't what the peace needs. So cut to the chase and stop handing out blame, The chokehold you've made doesn't help your case, You pin it on all the countries that surround Yet still your soldiers all manage to sound The same as each other as if on repeat, You claim to be big but you can't face defeat, Throw money at problems, hope they go away, But blood-money ain't gonna make a war fade. You've hung the peace and drawn out the teams, Quartered the country right down the seams, Burnt all the organs so witnesses see, Left all your trenches ready in the streets, A civil wars coming, there is no debate, And if you were smart you'd get out of the way, A riot squad's mind simply won't suffice But if you want to die then ignore my advice.