Dogma's Songwiting Book

[WolvenDogma]

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[WolvenDogma]

*Mega-phone static*
I'll fire a warning shot, at your material Gods.
And your arrogance up on capitol hill.
Burn it to the ground, to the sweet sound;
of a thousand Patriots who broke the spell!

[Guitar]

YOUR people, MY people
Two, polar opposites.
One on their knees, nose against a screen;
That tells you what you gotta be!

(Chorus) And here, in the other hand we stand! [We Stand!]
Rejecting your Idol's demands, forging our own perfection! [Defection!]
From this Nation, you've created. Allowed it to happen.
Now we've had enough.
PATRIOT!

You say, [they all say]
I'll never make a difference alone. [Alone]
Nomadic, no-home.
Yet look what I've done.
An army, a monster.
United, and thus far,
we've been true.
To our first decleration...

**** YOU!

And here, in the other hand we stand! [We Stand!]
Rejecting your Idol's demands, forging our own perfection! [Defection!]
From this Nation, you've created. Allowed it to happen.
Now we've had enough.
PATRIOT!

Every boy and girl, you don't allow in your world.
Is a child of ours, and a new hunter of you!

[Guitar Solo]

And here, in the other hand we stand! [We Stand!]
Rejecting your Idol's demands, forging our own perfection! [Defection!]
From this Nation, you've created. Allowed it to happen.
Now we've had enough.
PATRIOT!


TO WAR

[WolvenDogma]

There was once a time, so long ago.
So filled with hope, and love that flowed.
But it was false prophecy, a Succubus' spell on me.
And now I just wanna rid myself, of my memory.
And start anew, with someone that's not you. [bitch]
haha,

I just want to forget.
All the sweet nothings that were said!
Everything you meant to me,
and what I thought I meant to you.
People tried to warn me, but I wouldn't listen.
And now the only cure for my pathetic condition,
Is Amnesia.
Amnesia.
Sweet, sweet Amnesia.
Amnesia...

How I loved you, no words can say.
You were all I thought about every single day,
You still are.
But my old humor of love, now replaced with that of despair.
And I don't even care.

I just want to forget.
All the sweet nothings that were said!
Everything you meant to me,
and what I thought I meant to you.
People tried to warn me, but I wouldn't listen.
And now the only cure for my pathetic condition,
Is Amnesia.
Amnesia.
Sweet, sweet Amnesia.
Amnesia...

It's all so normal and so mundane,
"Same ****, Different Day!"
I'm stricken blind in my mind, with the memory of you,
my only sight.
It's an endless fight, a hopless plight.
A black empty night, without a light.

I just want to forget.
All the sweet nothings that were said!
Everything you meant to me,
and what I thought I meant to you.
People tried to warn me, but I wouldn't listen.
And now the only cure for my pathetic condition,
Is Amnesia.
Amnesia.
Sweet, sweet Amnesia.
(x5)Amnesia

[WolvenDogma]

(A nice lil' tune bout ol mr. Slenderman."

Don't go into the woods at night!
I promise you you'll be filled with fright.
A tall body,
a blank face!
Wanders the fog for all of his days.
He takes you from an early age,
Very well to the gates of Hell
Your final resting place!!!

[Chorus]
The Tall Man, is gunna get you.
Can't run can't hide, oh what to do?
The Tall Man, is comin for you.
Oh yeah, did I mention,
He wants to eat you.
Haha!

When you see his face,
you'll fall to your knees.
Watch hopelessly,
as he strides through the trees.
You open your mouth and try to,
SCREAM!!!
But no words escape,
not even a breath of air.
OH NO, HERE HE COMES!!!

The Tall Man, is gunna get you.
Can't run can't hide, oh what to do?
The Tall Man, is comin for you.
Oh yeah, did I mention,
He wants to eat you.
Haha!

[guitar outro]

And then you wake up,
hahahahahaha!

[WolvenDogma]

I feel like a post-lobotomy patient,
And now, no one has the patience.
To put up with my hairy trigger temperament,
I ****ing breed cruel relations,
Everybody hates what I've become,
Or the fact that I left a long time ago.
It seems I've been replaced by an alter ego.
Whose sole purpose is to breed, cruel relations.
****, ****, ****, ****.

I can't hold it back!
He needs out!
I can't stop this,
in my mind he shouts!
Can't you hear him?
I'll make you hear him...

I just can't seem to hold my tongue anymore,
I see a pretty girl and I label her a whore.
I've no faith in humanity, you see?
I never changed, this is just a darker side of me
(help me, he's crazy)
SHUT THE **** UP, YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!
YOUR LUCKY I DON'T KILL YOU OFF!!!

Someone snap me out,
Help me escape!
He's gunna silence me for good,
And then my existence will be in vein!
When I cry, he screams
PLEASE GOD HELP ME OUT!

[Solos]

To all my friends,
I'm so sorry, so regret filled!
That I let my anger overflow!
I hurt you all, and I'm killing myself!
With these words that I speak, and hear!

(x4) Help me, kill me!

[WolvenDogma]

Sometimes I wonder why I cry,
and why I can't get a grip on my mind.
Then I remember all the times my hopes died,
all the times I fell apart inside.
It's amazing that I rebuild,
A stone brick castle but hollow and empty.
Everything I bring inside is a Trojan horse,
Lying in wait to rape what is barely mine.

No one, can be trusted.
No one, can be lusted, for.
Anymore, anymore.

Don't fall in love,
things that fall break.
Shatter into pieces,
pieces that ache.
And no one is perfect,
Yet I'm a perfect example.
Once again I rise,
But this time is different.
Zak is dead, Dogma is risen.

Everything I knew, everything I loved.
Everything I fought for to love that whore.
That bitch, that succubus, that harlot.
The proverbial mother of Dogma she is.
She made me, and I wish she killed me instead.
But now, I'm risen.
Again I return,
Again my hate burns,
and I will bring change,
for better or for worse.
The world is my canvas,
and I intend to tear it to shreds.
because no paper can hold what lies in my head.

Branded an outcast by society,
it's the only way I've ever felt free.
Shoved aside and criticized,
by all those whom I love.
Is the only way I can feel at all.

You see my sense of love is broken,
glasses shattered in an art museum.
For daring to steal a glimpse of the sun,
this heart was torn, and now I'm done.
Done with love,
Let's try hate.
Time to kill,
it is my fate.
Kill the old me,
and give my body to Dogma.

Branded an outcast by society,
it's the only way I've ever felt free.
Shoved aside and criticized,
by all those whom I love.
Is the only way I can feel at all.

Saint Dogma,
the Un-Holy Pagan Father.
He is the embodiment of regret and torturous memory.
The God of Self-Loathing and hidden Envy.
And now I hand this body to him,
my only offer worth giving.
And now he breaths into the real world,
ready to declare his will.
And save all of us.
All thanks to a girl who didn't know,
that I was actually worth loving...

[WolvenDogma]

There truly must be something more than this,
Surely more than declaring that "I won't be missed."
It's not money,
and it's not power.
Oh what in the Hell are we here for?
Who knows,
Maybe nothing at all,
Perhaps we die and fall back into the void from which we come,
no ever-lasting dream, no heaven,
No light at the end of the tunnel fantasy.
Simply the end,
and only,
the end?

[Instrumental]