The Noose & The Rapist

Do you choose
Death
Or Desecration?

Make a choice
The fork in the road fast approaching
Make a choice
Make a choice
And make the right one
Or on your neck the noose starts encroaching
Was the right choice rape?
Or should you have died?

How can you live with that choice
Knowing you made it in good faith
How can you turn on the bathroom lights
And look in the mirror and see your face?

You should have chosen death, my dear.
You should have chosen death.

At least then you wouldn’t have to live
With your idiocy
At least then you wouldn’t have to live
A hollow, brittle nothingness
A hollow, brittle nothing

You should have chosen death, my dear.
You should have chosen death.

You’re a ghost, a ghost.
Nothing but a ghost.
Nothing but a ghost.
Nothing but a ghost.
Nothing but a ghost.
Nothing but a ghost.
Nothing but a ghost.
Nothing but a, nothing but a
Nothing.

As anyone who will ever read this could theoretically tell, I have way more time on my hands than I know how to make good use of. So I write shitty lyrics to ease my boredom. The title is based on some RATM lyrics from Sleep Now in the Fire off The Battle of Los Angeles (which is my CD of the moment. All you Alex worshippers take note.)

Anyways, I'm waiting for my parents to show up.

And my sister's gone for the night, so in spite of the absence of my iMac, I get to use MSN again today.

With any luck someone will be online.

Someone I can force to read this tripe.

With any luck at all.