The black parade swarms in.
Consuming the masses.
Any opening left open.
Soon will play the role of victim.
So we feed.
On the last feast.
Disguising ourself .
Before the gum brigade.
Its coming, and were scared.
Chorus: And we Chew !
What we Chew!
As we slowly destroy the gum brigade.
All these things we crave,
Will burry us a new grave !
But we still chew...
Pick the flavor of your death,
The choices are so tempting
We our the warriors of society.
We live life in a dazed reality.
We feel as if our times run out,
So we gamble away our lifes.
Little do I know ....
I can change the choices I made....
And we can save the gum brigade !
Chorus: And we Chew !
What we Chew!
As we slowly destroy the gum brigade.
All these things we crave,
Will burry us a new grave! But we still......chew ! . So finally the black parade is here.
Awaiting for the time.
And when the sun has set.
The clock strikes nine.
The soldiers of misfortune know,
ITS FEEDING TIME !
They gather up their tin weapons.
As they dictate what we do.
The gum brigade is losing !
And there is nothing we can do !
Chorus: And we Chew !
What we Chew!
As we slowly destroy the gum brigade.
All these things we crave,
Will burry us a new grave! But we still......chew ! . And when the ammo has run out.
The tin weapons are thrown away.
You can never truly save a life,
This is what I say.
The cancer of our war , spreads again at dawn.
The funny part about is that we......
Knew it all along ! But we still chew..... © John Minoia 2008
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This post has been edited by Eat-Sleep-andJam: May 11 2008, 05:09 PM
