Vicegrip
men are controlled by their vices...not their virtues
bright and shining turns to dark,black and blue
refreshed and renewed turns to rancid and rotten
on the devils plantation i keep picking his cotton
forsaken and forgotten...lies told like truth and truth and truth told like lies
i stay twisted and tormented by erotic sinful eyes
like lyrical spies in invisible jungles...slaughterhouse fears in sadistic mind puzzles
mad dogs without muzzles,steel hands and iron fists
spinning like tornadoes...like terrorists on the twist
trials and temptations squeeze hard
victims of violence get popped like zits in the vicegrip
goodness turns to greed and love turns into lust
trust turns to dirt and blows away like particles of dust
whirlwinds of wickedness circle skies like cyclones...wanting and waiting to demolish the
doomed
the needy and the nasty keep those hate machines blasting
subtracting and dividing everything that is just...morals turn to mush
judges with grudges gettin mountains of money
they slip and they slide down hill into flaming pits of sin
pressure and pain keep them in the vicegrip
lucifer laughs as another fool trips and unloads the clip into innocent hearts and minds
babies turn to beasts and get get snake bit
blood turns to venom...can't break free from the vicegrip
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