Karma.
Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 6:00 pm
LINK: http://illestlyrics.com/board/post24475.html
No matter how you're schooled, you'll still forget your lessons...
If you're taught not to harm, you'll be using weapons...
Karma is the strongest force on this forsaken earth...
Do something you regret, and the return will be worse...
It was a simple party, she had had alot in the past...
But this time she was reaching her early twenties at last...
Sad that her family wasn't there, but glad as well...
Because it meant she would no longer be stuck in a shell...
No police around, even though her dad was a cop...
Her parents trusted her, even though her brother was shot...
They couldn't find the killer, he had covered his tracks...
Sounded like a disturbed mind, and that was a fact...
Her father hadn't even bothered to avenge the crook...
But they had guessed he was too depressed to look...
She only had a few drinks, but her friends had more...
They were passing the drugs, and falling to the floor...
She got offered a piece, and the pressure took over...
It would've taken all night until she became sober...
The party went until the early hours of the next...
She was asleep, and all her friends had already left...
Packets of coke and alcohol were scattered behind...
Her father was against anything that battered the mind...
He had taken drugs in high school, that he kept secret...
Occassionally he'd have spasms, do bad and not mean it...
Was a violent man, especially after a hard day at work...
Often never went home, and spent the night laying in dirt...
This was one of those nights, he came back to his home...
His wife was out of town, him and his daughter were alone...
He walked through the door, saw the drugs and packets...
Guessed what had happened, found his knife and grabbed it...
Stumbled on his daughter sleeping, and stabbed her violently...
The feeling of steel woke her, and she was screaming silently...
The knife penetrated her flesh, ripping open her stomach...
Her father was insane with rage, and he got what he wanted...
A dead body on blood-stained carpet, even his daughters...
Thinking of her betrayal in every section he slaughtered...
His hypocracy was noticable, but there was no-one to notice...
Pressing down on her back, trying to struggle was hopeless...
Unconscious, and her father left her body with a gaping hole...
And the police only got there when it was raining and cold...
The evidence had been ruined, and they couldn't figure it out...
Even though it was obvious, they were stopped by their doubts...
Several months passed, and the girls father was lying in bed...
In a far-away town, where no-one had heard of the death...
He heard a knocking on the door when he was trying to sleep...
In walked a figure of his daughter, looking as white as a sheet...
She stared him in the eyes, and her father broke down and cried...
In her ghost-like form, he wondered how on earth she survived...
She said that at the hospital, they had healed all her wounds...
And now she had traced her father back, to seal off the feud...
Pulled the same knife she had being stabbed with at first...
And made sure that her own father would be stacked in a hearse...
Even if you've never been a believer in karma...
It hits everybody, from your best friend to your father...
Everything comes back worse, to turn the tables...
So if you didn't finish the job, the return can be fatal...
An old story piece I did...the effects of a late night listening to Rammstein...an yeahh...
Leave feed...
And I might post some of my old battle verses...so keep a look out...
1...
No matter how you're schooled, you'll still forget your lessons...
If you're taught not to harm, you'll be using weapons...
Karma is the strongest force on this forsaken earth...
Do something you regret, and the return will be worse...
It was a simple party, she had had alot in the past...
But this time she was reaching her early twenties at last...
Sad that her family wasn't there, but glad as well...
Because it meant she would no longer be stuck in a shell...
No police around, even though her dad was a cop...
Her parents trusted her, even though her brother was shot...
They couldn't find the killer, he had covered his tracks...
Sounded like a disturbed mind, and that was a fact...
Her father hadn't even bothered to avenge the crook...
But they had guessed he was too depressed to look...
She only had a few drinks, but her friends had more...
They were passing the drugs, and falling to the floor...
She got offered a piece, and the pressure took over...
It would've taken all night until she became sober...
The party went until the early hours of the next...
She was asleep, and all her friends had already left...
Packets of coke and alcohol were scattered behind...
Her father was against anything that battered the mind...
He had taken drugs in high school, that he kept secret...
Occassionally he'd have spasms, do bad and not mean it...
Was a violent man, especially after a hard day at work...
Often never went home, and spent the night laying in dirt...
This was one of those nights, he came back to his home...
His wife was out of town, him and his daughter were alone...
He walked through the door, saw the drugs and packets...
Guessed what had happened, found his knife and grabbed it...
Stumbled on his daughter sleeping, and stabbed her violently...
The feeling of steel woke her, and she was screaming silently...
The knife penetrated her flesh, ripping open her stomach...
Her father was insane with rage, and he got what he wanted...
A dead body on blood-stained carpet, even his daughters...
Thinking of her betrayal in every section he slaughtered...
His hypocracy was noticable, but there was no-one to notice...
Pressing down on her back, trying to struggle was hopeless...
Unconscious, and her father left her body with a gaping hole...
And the police only got there when it was raining and cold...
The evidence had been ruined, and they couldn't figure it out...
Even though it was obvious, they were stopped by their doubts...
Several months passed, and the girls father was lying in bed...
In a far-away town, where no-one had heard of the death...
He heard a knocking on the door when he was trying to sleep...
In walked a figure of his daughter, looking as white as a sheet...
She stared him in the eyes, and her father broke down and cried...
In her ghost-like form, he wondered how on earth she survived...
She said that at the hospital, they had healed all her wounds...
And now she had traced her father back, to seal off the feud...
Pulled the same knife she had being stabbed with at first...
And made sure that her own father would be stacked in a hearse...
Even if you've never been a believer in karma...
It hits everybody, from your best friend to your father...
Everything comes back worse, to turn the tables...
So if you didn't finish the job, the return can be fatal...
An old story piece I did...the effects of a late night listening to Rammstein...an yeahh...
Leave feed...
And I might post some of my old battle verses...so keep a look out...
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