My songs about sexy stuff

It ain't exactly "poetry," but...
Hear them groaning hear them moaning
They've come for part of you
That part's your motor function
They've come for mine too

Seems they like the taste of blood, the taste of flesh
The feeling of their teeth against raw skin
Go ahead, pray and wish
But I'm sure they're ending human kin

They don't need an invitation
(They're outside the door)
Don't need to knock or ask for entry
(They'll barge right in)

Run away, run away
Flesh eaters come another day

Try and shoot 'em
It won't do much good
Bash their skulls
Won't change their motive

Bleed all over
Scream on out
Go on, do it
Let out a shout

No one will hear you
No matter how loud you scream
All your attempts will fail
It's as though it's a dream

Body torn apart, limb from limb
Just because the monsters' appetites
Why not go for a rare steak
Why go for your brother's leg

This my dear friend, is the end
(Shout it out)
Go on, run away
(Run away)

My brother makes me write songs for his bands. That's a halloween themed one I wrote.

For Sorrow, the screwed with lyrics.

LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws

LOCK
I wanna do it

BARREL
Let's draw straws

SHOCK
Nadia said we should work together
Three of a kind

LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL
Birds of a feather
Now and forever
Wheeee
La, la, la, la, la

Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then
Turn off all the lights

SHOCK
First, we're going to set some bait
Inside a nasty trap and wait
When he comes a-sniffing we will
Snap the trap and close the gate

LOCK
Wait! I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in a boiling pot
And when he's done we'll butter him up

LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL
Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Throw him in a box
Bury him for ninety years
Then see if he talks

SHOCK
Then dear Mister Sweeny
Can take the whole thing over then
He'll be so pleased, I do declare
That he will cook him rare

LOCK,SHOCK, AND BARREL
Wheeee

LOCK
I say that we take a cannon
Aim it at his door
And then knock three times
And when he answers
Sandy Claws will be no more

SHOCK
You're so stupid, think now
lf we blow him up to smithereens
We may lose some pieces
And then lady will beat us black and green

LOCK,SHOCK, AND BARREL
Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Tie him in a bag
Throw him in the ocean
Then, see if he is sad

LOCK AND SHOCK
Because dear Sweeny Todd is the meanest guy around
If I were on his murder list, I'd get out of town

BARREL
He'll be so pleased by our success
That he'll reward us too, I bet

LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL
Perhaps he'll make his special brew
Of snake and spider stew
Ummm!

We're his little henchmen and
We take our job with pride
We do our best to please him
And stay on his good side

SHOCK
I wish my cohorts weren't so dumb

BARREL
I'm not the dumb one

LOCK
You're no fun

SHOCK
Shut up

LOCK
Make me

SHOCK
I've got something, listen now
This one is real good, you'll see
We'll send a present to his door
Upon there'll be a note to read
Now, in the box we'll wait and hide
Until his curiosity entices him to look inside

BARREL
And then we'll have him
One, two, three

LOCK, SHOCK, AND BARREL
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, beat him with a stick
Lock him up for ninety years, see what makes him tick

Kidnap the Sandy Claws, chop him into bits
This mister Sweeney is sure to get his kicks
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, see what we will see
Lock him in a cage and then, throw away the key


Alright, I screwed with the names.

I'ma fix it in a little to make it sound like something other then the names were changed.

Fixed, not copied version-

The night wind whistled
The gates were unlocked
Time to steal this good sir.

Start first with a beating
Straight to the head
If that won't suffice
Move to his heart

Mistress Nadia planned this
Sir Sweeney executed
Why won't this work out fine?

Place traps around his home
Spark some curiousity
If someone dare meddle
Bury them alive

Lock them in a sarcophagas
A hammer to the head
Stab their heart
I swear they'll be dead

Nadia, Miss Nadia
The morning is nigh
The birds begin to chirp
Soon they'll start to fly

Mr. Sweeney then hurried
Hammer in hand
To banish this sir
Out of this land

Great. =D

Another one, I doubt my brother's friend who's the singer would want to use this one, but whatever.

You lied
You thought I'd believe
Everything was a lie
Nothing was true

Blasphemous lies
Full of deceit
All my life
It was a lie

This isn't my identity
This isn't true at all
I'm not who you think I am
I lied to you all

I did horrible things
In the time I was living
I murdered, I fought, I stole, I cheated
You may believe that's a lie

Considering everything else was
Lies, I say, again and again
Everything was just a lie
Nothing really happened

Shout it out, shout the lies
Don't confess, just shout
Slit your throat, you're believing in lies
You don't deserve to die

You must live
You have to live
The truth is...
I love you.

That was a lie.
((A gunshot sounds, and the music ends.))

Nice, albeit slightly creepy, songs Qwackie!

Lul thanks.
Yeah, that's kinda the point.

I got bored, another one.

I sold a part of me
Ain't a limb, ain't a thought
Traded it for a favor
I traded it to the God of Pentagrams

Most who've done this ended up in bedlams
Everyone's gone insane
Well I'm still a normal human
Normal except I have no...

On second thought, I'd rather not say
At least on this fine, cheery day
The devil won't pester
And the heat won't fester

You'll never know
That I killed Johny
Shot him in the head
At first I wasn't sure he was dead
At the time I poisoned him
It took too long, so I took my gun
Sold my soul to the underworld
I ain't getting it back.

Wellll, anyway...

I wrote this at the end of fourth grade with some friends. Yeah. Fourth grade.

What's the point of living
If your "friends" just bat you down?
What's the point of living in a world of madness and frowns?
What's the point of living in this godforsaken town...?
What's the point, please just tell me now
I don't have the slightest clue

"So I'll just have to kill you now!"
((Banging on the door, knife falls, and a thump))

Yeah, basically, some chick's singing that, and this creeper dude is listening with a knife in his hand. Pretty... intense.

That last one is... pretty intense...

Yup yup. Intense.


Another one. Not a song, poem this time.

The obscurity, chill scrambled from the aperture
The limelight was abolished at the descent of the knife

With fame comes fortune, with fortune vitality
Massacre takes it all, with a rise of calamity

The macabre of the void shall hail to thee
Necrosis shall come to all, unfettered or apprehended

Aaannnd a song.
((This part's spoken.))
I dashed through the halls, whisking past Jack, who unfortunatly had a cannibal knawing at his arm for the past half hour
I skidded across the slippery ground, who had entrails scattered about.

Poor little Johny
Poor little Zack
I suppose being eaten's better than being shot in the back

((Sung.))

Oooooohhh
The anthropophagite.

Oh now he's coming
We gotta get running
It's the anthropophagite
The anthropophagite

You better get a running
It's the anthropophagite
It's the cannibal.

Oh it's the man eater

He's gliding past us with a knife!
And you'll surely be eaten!

He's hola hooping with the dead!
Eating them, with cheese and bread.

Oh it's the anthropophagite.