Originally rendered a demo, Since has made me think "fuck it, it's good enough for Newgrounds". However, contrary to how it may sound, I actually worked very hard on this, as the guitars are made up of two singular adjacent recordings, for each guitar; I essentially tried to learn the guitar properly to play each part in one attempt as opposed to sandwiching recorded segments together (Which is what I had been doing in the past). The solo is mediocre at best, but it's also my best; I like to think I'm improving. This is initially inspired by Megadeth's latest album, Th1rt3en; What a masterpiece that is...

Anyway...

My thoughts are fought against in their heads.
I thought I'd think for myself instead.
Instead of thinking for you, you can't tell me what to do!
To die is to deal in your foe's appeal.
'Cause to withdraw your blade is to wither and fade. Fade! Yeah!

Cutting deep, blood starts to seep.
The angels weep, eternal sleep.
All these things I've done, in my life,
I've done with certainty.

Empty the clip injustice bleeds.
Set in stone, you've sewn your seeds.
heavy head with lids of lead.
Feeling dazed and vague instead. Dug up dead!

I disagree with what you think of me.
It's not a lot, but enough to anger me.
You say what most should never say.
You may not boast after you've come my way.

Of you I'm gonna make, a satisfying meal.
Take the weight of my words; They are to become real.

What do you feel?

Cutting deep, blood starts to seep.
The angels weep, eternal sleep.
All these things I've done, in my life,
I've done with certainty.

Empty the clip injustice bleeds.
Set in stone, you've sewn your seeds.
Heavy head with lids of lead.
Feeling dazed and vague instead.
Dug up dead.

I don't know what I've done,
How I did it,
Where I've been,
Why I did it,
Who I did it with,
But I know that if I did, I wouldn't regret it.

The cold, icy air it makes me shake.
As I doom your life, it's mine to take.
You see my glare and your demise:
The vacancy behind my eyes.

Cutting deep, blood starts to seep.
The angels weep, eternal sleep.
All these things I haven't done, in my life,
Will be the death of me.

Bang on the head, you'll be met by your friends,
Hallucination will bring you the best of ends.
Six feet of soil, the blanket to your bed.
Before you become...

Dug up dead!