I can write lyrics. I do so for my band, Swallowed At Sea, seeing as I do vocals. Enough bragging, here's a sample from my song: 'Find Me': I look into this mirror; your face stares back at me.
I long to hear your voice, I want to be set free.
Trapped in this hell, it’s not meant to be this way.
I did what I was told, every word spoken, I obeyed.
What do I have to show for all my loyalty?
My heart in pieces and new-found insanity.
This is for every tear I’ve cried.
This is for every time I lied.
This is for all the times I tried.
This is for letting my heart die.
So find me, wherever you are, won’t you find me?
I’ve got myself lost and I don’t think I want to be roaming in heartache
Please find me tonight. Please find me.
God, I’ve done all that I can.
Yet I still am no more a man.
God, I’ve been all you asked me to be.
Yet still she cries for me.
Here's a sample from a more 'Lamb Of God' styled song, 'Are We But Sheep?': Salvation is at hand; Pull out your heads from the sand.
Just open up your eyes! And break free from this web of lies!
You obey society; it keeps you from being set free!
And so you’ll stand around, witness murder of all sight and sound!
(Rules were always set in place to keep us in line)
(Yet all they enforce is the loss of all our minds!)
(We all follow the shepherd, yet the shepherd follows us!)
(God, why have you left us? This road is treacherous)
(Take me from this mortal world; take me from this fucking mess).
And Finally, my 'Suicide Silence' styled song, 'Relativity':
Sleep is my only release. My dreams are my refuge.
To escape from all I see, to get away from this world around me.
I awake to find myself lying in a pool of my own demise.
This nightmare created by my own selfish thoughts.
Every man has another side, every rose has a thorn.
Each light casts a shadow, each heart can be torn.
Lifelessness lies behind every corner in my mind.
No purpose left for me to find.
My brain is dead and my souls close behind.
Not mountains are left to be climbed.
You walk not by the light, but in the Devils name.
So go ahead and play your little games.
You find it hard to clean up this fucking mess.
I can’t prioritize brain-dead over mindlessness.
Take everything you need, feed your desire to be loved.
You consume all else but give nothing in return.
You’ve dealt your share of suffering, it’s my fucking turn.
You consume all else and yet you still don’t learn,
You’ve dealt your share of suffering, now it’s my fucking turn!
Wadya think?
