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Robert Rumery - I've Seen The Devil ( And He Looks Like You)
I've watched people in this world,
do evil things to each other,
I've seen them do evil things to the ones,
that they love and cherish,
but I never understood why they did,
the things that they do,
war to me is so useless,
couldn't we just find other ways,
to settle our differences,
except for trying to talk it out,
we put guns in the arms of our young ones,
Chorus : I've Seen The Devil,
and He looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and he looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and He Looks like you,
but do we really know what its all about,
do we really know why we do the things we do,
like going to war with one another,
trying to beat the devil that lives inside all of us,
I see the devil every single day,
I see him on the late night news,
and I see him on the covers of our magazines,
he tells us it’s going to be alright,
and that the wars going to be over,
only if we follow him,
and his un-holy union,
Chorus : I've Seen The Devil,
and He looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and he looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and He Looks like you,
but I don't see why we should,
follow you and your ways,
follow your path of destruction,
follow you and your destruction of the world,
why should we follow you,
you whisper stuff in our ears,
you say it’s going to be alright,
the next war that we fight will be the war of wars,
and we'll all die a Nuclear Holocaust,
and than we'll start a new,
The world would be new,
like back then when Jesus ruled,
when the world was new,
and not filled with your evilness,
and not filled with you,
Chorus : I've Seen The Devil,
and He looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and he looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and He Looks like you,
ever since time began we've been fighting,
fighting a war that we could never win,
a war within ourselves,
but the people in the world,
they fill us up with religious beliefs,
which is wrong,
and which is right,
we could never win the war within ourselves,
were so fed up with this world,
that we'd kill each other,
and ourselves to find a way out,
because we'd always knew that,
the children of today and the children of now,
would soon become,
children of the grave,
children of the darkness,
they'd become Satan's little soldiers,
Chorus : I've Seen The Devil,
and He looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and he looks like you,
I've Seen The Devil,
and He Looks like you,
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I'm Disturbed ( In A Broken Home)
What the fuck is wrong with me,
so many voices living inside of my head,
they talk to me everyday,
they talk about living,
and they talk about dieing,
the walls they close in on me,
and the room it starts spinning,
and crimson sights take over my vision,
my darkest's sense they come back to me,
and it takes over me once again,
I woke up once again in a derranged state of mind,
with my eyes closed and my heart racing,
and I couldn't really see anything,
my sight was blinded,
but my sense they could see,
my mind was clouded with endless thoughts,
thoughts that I knew that would hurt me,
I'm Disturbed ( In A Broken Home)
I'm Disturbed ( In A Broken Home)
I'm Disturbed (In A Broken Home)
I keep thinking about my past,
and I wonder what it means,
why I had to live the way that I did,
feeling so lost and so lonely,
I kinda wished I had someone to talk to,
wished that I had someone that understood me,
the only one that understood me,
is off in college with her boyfriend,
and a bag of weed in her pocket,
and a joint in her mouth,
when I needed her she wasn't there,
and I slowly grew mad,
and the day you were off at that concert,
I needed you,
I needed you so bad,
I needed to talk to you,
I needed you to tell me I would be alright,
you weren't here with me so I took it out on myself,
I'm Disturbed ( In A Broken Home)
I'm Disturbed ( In A Broken Home)
I'm Disturbed (In A Broken Home)
I just wanted someone that I could confide in,
someone that really understood me,
like the way that you do,
I just wanted someone that I could confide in,
someone that really understood me,
always stuck between my real parents,
I try to stay calm but I can't,
I try to stay sane, but I hardly can,
what the fuck is wrong with me,
so many voices living inside of my head,
they talk to me everyday,
they talk about living,
and they talk about dieing,
the walls they close in on me,
and the room it starts spinning,
and crimson sights take over my vision,
my darkest's sense they come back to me,
and it takes over me once again,
I'm Disturbed ( In A Broken Home)
I'm Disturbed ( In A Broken Home)
I'm Disturbed (In A Broken Home)
Please Note : This wasn't an attempt at an ' I hate my parents, and wished they'd die' type of song. This song morely has to do with my apparent depression in my late teen years. I had found a girl, a pretty girl, that I really liked.. and yeah i told her my feelings she rejected me. Which sent me spiraling out of control and into a deeper and darker state of mind. It also has to do with the fact that I never really felt loved where I lived. Because my parents were split up, and i barely saw my father.
This song has had a bit of controversy. My mother's husband ( not my dad, my stepdad) due to the fact I used ' In A Broken Home' In the title. He didn't really look at the content to see what I was writing about. If you really look at the lyrics, you would see its more about my struggling life than dissing my parents. It just shows you how close minded your parents can be about what your writing or singing. Because most of the stuff that comes out of a kid's mind ( in the sense that your always your parent's kid) is something that parent's really don't want to know.
I've gotten letters and e-mails from kids around the world and from my state that have said ' I've felt like this' and kids that have said ' wow, you've really captured the ensense of being human, I love the way you write' and I love that feeling. Finding people that like the way I write, because I know people have been through the same shit that I've been through. I've also got e-mails from some kids that said that it helped them over come their depression, because of the song, and they knew how it felt.
I posted this on allpoetry.com with a disclaimer that this wasn't anit-my parents and it wasn't meant to sound suicidal at any point. It just came out that way, I found this to be a very powerful song/poem. Whatever you want to call it and thanks letting me rant on!
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Shes Taking (Another Drink)
She lives with herself in silence,
so many thoughts being thrown around in her mind,
so many people that she dosen't love,
so many people that turned her away,
her only friend lays by her bedside,
a bottle of whiskey half-full,
a temptation that tempts her everynight,
darkness that lives behind of her eyes,
a hatred that lives inside of her heart,
Chorus : Shes Taking ( Another Drink)
Shes Taking (Another Drink)
Shes Taking (Another Drink)
living life from day to day,
wondering if this is what would become of her,
wondering if this was the life she was supposed to live,
wondering what would of been,
born into sin,
but gave into by greed,
she had an addiction that was fueled,
by her everyday living,
Chorus : Shes Taking ( Another Drink)
Shes Taking (Another Drink)
Shes Taking (Another Drink)
she sits in the darkness,
feeling so lost and so wounded,
so dark and so scared,
so lonely and so unloved,
The goodness of the evil addiction,
that comes over of the feeling,
thats telling her to let go,
of the live that she had,
telling her to let go of all of her fears,
she wants to close her eyes,
and have it all flood away,
she wants to close her mind,
and have it all flood away,
Chorus : Shes Taking ( Another Drink)
Shes Taking (Another Drink)
Shes Taking (Another Drink)
its her only friend,
its her only lover,
she takes another sip,
and know shes gone,
into a world that she only know,
a place of darkness she can only be,
into a void that she'll never leave,
another drink for another night,
another fight for control,
Chorus : Shes Taking ( Another Drink)
Shes Taking (Another Drink)
Shes Taking (Another Drink)
She can never win,
and only lose,
the battle that rages within herself,
the battle that she rages within her bottle,
another shot,
another night,
another day,
and another night,
another time to fight for the life,
that she thought she head,
another time to fight for the life,
the one that she needs,
Chorus : Shes Taking ( Another Drink)
Shes Taking (Another Drink)
Shes Taking (Another Drink) |
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