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  • Lyric shake the sand

    SHAKE THE SAND
    Try and shake the sand
    From blood filled hands
    It’s hard to do
    When your eyes can’t see anyway

    Try and shake a man
    From a tortured land
    It’s hard to do
    When he can’t feel anything
    Yah anything

    (Chorus)
    He peers through your picture window
    He’s here to make this night be your last
    You find no comfort in Jesus
    Your life is now in the past (end chorus)

    Try and shake the sand
    From a fallen man
    It’s hard to do
    With no identity

    Another mother’s son
    Who hates what he’s become
    It’s easy to do
    When you lose everything
    Yah everything

    (Chorus)
    He’s now a god you believe in
    As you beg for your life
    You find no comfort in Jesus
    Your time ends here tonight
    He now stands inside your doorway
    His heart, cold and hard as black ice
    He has no use for your Jesus
    Your death makes him a Christ

    Goodnight
    Goodnight
    Goodnight
    Goodnight
    Goodnight

    RDS
    THE SECOND

  • #2
    This song is a true story. It stems from a collection of poems and other lyrics that i have written and am in the process of writing.(MURDER CLOSE TO HOME) It is about a serial killer that comes back from Vietnam and proceeds to destroy dozens and dozens of lives by brutally murdering his victims in the very early hours of the morning. First by killing the husband then torturing and raping the wife, leaving all children orphans. In no way am I glorifying the killer. This song is in heartfelt honor for the Victims and their families. Two of which were my neighbors! I will never forget those horrific days>

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    • #3
      It's totally effective in what you are trying to convey, the second.

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      • #4
        Hi, The second, This is reminiscent of one I wrote a few weeks ago. I was looking through the eyes of a victim and mine is fictitious. You look through the eyes of an observer, almost inside the killer's head, and yours is not fictional. This is a powerfully written piece.

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