My Shadow

Everything you loathe
Everything you hate
Every drop of blood your hand has spilt
All of this
Has created me

You are the maker...
I'm the taker...
You've got your saviours...
I've got my rapers!

All the rage that you feel
All the fear that you feel
All the deaths that you have seen
All of this
Has created me

You are the maker...
I'm the taker...
You've got your saviours...
I've got my rapers!

Any unhappy face
Any desecrated place
Any death of an innocent
All of this
Has created me


You are the maker...
I'm the taker...
You've got your saviours...
I've got my rapers!

I'm your secret side
Where the bad things hide
I'm all that you hate
I'm all that you despise
But I am a part of you
You can never deny
I am a part of you
That will decline to die

You are the maker...
I'm the taker...
You've got your saviours...
I've got my rapers!

You think you can control me
But for how long can that last
To suppress those feelings
My shadow can cast
I enjoy what you abhor
I love to shirk the lore

The smell of blood
It pleases my senses
But you have erected all those fences
To keep me away
But every creature you slay

Every drop of blood you spill
It feeds me
It helps me rise again

You are the maker...
I'm the taker...
You've got your saviours...
I've got my rapers!

How long can you stop me?
How long will your will
Hold out against me
Your darker side
The one you like to hide
Deep down inside
How long have you tried
To keep me down
Every time you frown
Every time you cry
Deep down inside
You can feel me
You want me
One day you will give in
But until then I can wait
'Til you open up that gate
And let me out


You are the maker...
I'm the taker...
You got your saviours...
I've got my rapers!
(plays again and again and fades of into the distance)

There's a shrill scream and the Shadow completely takes over--singing the lead vocals on his other's band)

I'm the the Angel With The Scabbed Wings
Hard-drug face,
Wanna powder my nose
I will deflower the freshed crop...
Dry up all the wombs with my rock and rock sores! (x3)

Dead is what I am
I do what I please
The things that I have
you’ll never want to see
What you’re never gonna be now
Sketch a little key hole for looking-glass people
You don’t want to be me
You only want to see me
Mommy’s got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow
Man can’t always reap what he sow (x2)


Get back...you're never gonna leave me
Get back...you're always gonna please me!

I'm the the Angel With The Scabbed Wings
Hard-drug face,
Wanna powder my nose
I will deflower the freshed crop...
Dry up all the wombs with my rock and rock sores! (x3)

Dead is what I am
I do what I please
The things that I have
you’ll never want to see
What you’re never gonna be now
Sketch a little key hole for looking-glass people
You don’t want to be me
You only want to see me
Mommy’s got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow
Man can’t always reap what he sow


What do you think of my song? Does anyone have a good guitar play for it?
Post your thoughts here!
NOTE: Angel With Scabbed Wings is written by Marilyn Manson

I would imagine your song sung to a techno-industrial sound, like Rammstein, with strong, powerful guitars in Drop D or C, with a heavy Bass and layered Synchs!!

Actually, the lyrics would fit very well to the Tune of Weißes Fleisch;

You, in the schoolyard
I am ready to kill
and no one here knows
of my loneliness

Red welts on white skin
I hurt you
and you cry loudly

Now you are scared and I am ready
my black blood soils your dress

Your white flesh excites me so
I am just a gigolo
your white flesh enlightens me

My black blood and your white flesh
I will always become hornier from your screams
the cold sweat on your white forehead
hails into my sick brain

Your white flesh excites me so
I am just a gigolo
my father was exactly like me
your white flesh enlightens me

Now you are scared and I am ready
my sick existence cries for redemption
your white flesh becomes my scaffold *
in my heaven there is no god

Your white flesh excites me so
I am just a gigolo
your white flesh enlightens me
my father was exactly like me
your white flesh excites me so
I am just a sad gigolo
your white flesh enlightens me

* The word Schafott refers to a certain type of scaffold, a platform on which condemned prisoners are executed.

The song conveys great aggression and malice, but through the Medium of sorrow- I like it !!
Again, a bold move for you, and no-doubtedly, people not naming any names, will provocate and Flam you for this - but ignore them!