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Control Freak

Written For The Rock Band: MANTES
Copyright (C) 2004
Song Time: 4:38:04

Life has a funny way of dealing the wrong hand.
Who promised cherries or to strike up a band?
When will ya wake? Our family was hurtin’
It was never bout’ you but there’s one thang
I am certain…. Certain

You’re a Control Freak baby
You know you can’t
You know you can’t deny
Control freak
Your caught in your own lies.
Control Freak.. Control Freak Yeah

Some days for better, most for the worse
Heaven sent HELL
Your some kinda curse.
Good luck never seen, there was only the bad
I done being a slave
Damn it!!
I done feeling sad

You’re a Control Freak baby
No moe abuse
There are no second tries
Control freak
My tears are gone and they have dried.
Control Freak.. Control Freak. Ah

Your words had cut me deep like a knife.
Guess what? I’m gone.
You can’t control; you don’t control my life.
When you lift your thumb. You will not see me.
It’ll be you and your self made misery.

You’re a Control Freak baby
Your caught in your own lies
I was your slave not your wife
Control freak
Open your damn
Open your damn eyes.

 

Control Freak. Control Freak. Yeah, Ah

My soul is happy now that it’s free
Thank heavens you and me are history.
Control This
Bye-Bye
Freak



Third Eye
Written For The Rock Band MANTES

Copyright © 2004
Song Time: 4:20:09



Given to this earth
With no strings attached
Where are the answers?
There has to be a catch.
There has ta be a catch

What’s the purpose?
Someone must know
Searchin’ for the reasons
My pain, seems ta grow

With eyes wide shut
Reality, has no clue
Through third eye
My existence is true

People judge my cover
That’s all that they see
They have to turn pages
To understand the true meaning of me

I say what they want me, to say
I’m sad being told how I should act
I’m sick of pretending being someone else
Those are the hard, cold, hard cold facts
Hard cold facts
Hard cold facts

With eyes wide shut
Reality, comes true
Through third eye
I exist
Real world has no clue

I like who I am. Why can’t they see?
I’m proud of who, I turned out to be yeah
Yea know. Forget my past

Reality can kiss my ass.


 


 

Master Plan

Written For Indie Rock Vocalist: Switch
Copyright © 2004
Song Time: 3:46:03


Momma I know you wish I was alive
I was tired of pain. To tired to cry
Daddy treated me as if I was a lie
He wanted your money.
He said time for me to die

Master plan thought out
Daddies’ totally insane
That’s how I wound up Momma
Getting’ hit by the train
There was no evidence
He was eaten with his greed
Money had to be his momma
Before I turned eight-teen.
Master Plan
His Master Plan

He waited for you to go to work that night.
Everything going perfectly. Stayin’ out of sight
He bound and gagged and took me for a ride
All he thought about was his damn selfish pride

Master plan thought out
Daddies’ totally insane
That’s how I wound up Momma
Getting’ hit by the train
There was no evidence
He was eaten with his greed
Money had to be his momma
Before I turned eight-teen.
Master Plan
His Master Plan

Daddy wanted your money. He said time for me to die.
If you’re reading this letter, you know truth to his lie.
I was tired of his pain. To tired to cry.
Momma I know you wish I was alive
Master Plan
His Master Plan
Master Plan
Master
Master Plan
Master
Master Plan


 


 

 

 

 

Sickened
Written for Indie Rock Vocalist Switch
Copyright ©2004

Song Time: 4:13:18

Will this masquerade, ever come to an end?
Money can’t be found, on another one’s head.
Not a topic of who’s wrong, or who might be right.
Only the disturbed, can take another, life.

Sickened for the children that have been taken.
Sickened for the hatred, that has been awakened.
Sickened for the world, slippin’ away from grace.
Sickened for the lack of love, it’s such a disgrace.

Some fight for power, to be supreme on top.
These creators of sufferin’ have to be stopped.
Isn’t there enough blood, soaked into our soils?
And to think it’s for reign of, land, gas and oil.

Sickened for the children that have been taken.
Sickened for the hatred, that has been awakened.
Sickened for the world, slippin’ away from grace.
Sickened for the lack of love, it’s such a disgrace

Children were not born, to have guns put in their hands.
Children should be children; they’ll grow into men.
Created as equals, to share this earthy place.
In the father’s eyes, we’re all the, human race.
Across the oceans. Across the lands.
Too many people. Not enough, friends.

Sickened for the children that have been taken.
Sickened for the hatred, that has been awakened.
Sickened for the world, slippin’ away from grace.
Sickened for the lack of love, it’s such a disgrace

Sickened for the children

 


 

Kingdom Of The Moon
Written For Indie Rock Vocalist: Switch
Copyright © 2004
Song Time: 4:18:16

Travelin’ down route 66 I’m chasin’ down a dream
Wantin’ a piece of that American Pie, nothin’ is what it seems
Time is pass’in I speed across the lengthy desert sands
The tangelo light sings out to me catch me if you can
If you can.

Freedom shared with all, as far as the eye can see.
I hold the key of future. I’m beautiful, alive. I’m free
Guided by the lite, out here there are no rules.
Anything can happen in the Kingdom of the moon.

Ragtop down, radio up, wind in my hair
Me and my six string travelin’ with no cares
Nothin’ can stop me the feelin’ is so right
Hundreds of miles before dawns mornin’ light.
Morin’ light.

L.A. city of destiny she waits in front of me.
Blue skies above just provin’ that I’m free
The day’s suns up, time for ole school rules
Say goodbye for now to the Kingdom of the moon

I finally made it to the big time. I have a #1 song
Somethin’ still missing. Home is where I belong
I jump in my car; sun is set, I crank up the tunes
Imagine that they’re playin’ my song, ain’t that __cool
That’s cool

I hold the key of future. I beautiful, alive I’m free
Time to enjoy the finer things, I’m proud of me
Guided home by lite. Out here I made my rules.
Freedom is found in the Kingdom of the moon

Traveling down route 66


 


 

Clear Blackness
Written For The Rock Band: MANTES

Copyright © 2004
Song Time: 2:57:06

You live in darkness
You welcome pain
In need of future
There you can gain
Your reality’s clouded
Wake up, you’ll see
In the blackness
You can’t find destiny
Destiny

Clear blackness
It’s all around
Clear blackness
Answers never found
Clear blackness
Clear blackness
Clear blackness

Past can’t hurt you
Set it free
It haunts you
It’s apart of history
You never look forward
Always livin’ now
Only the true you
Can show you how
Show you how

Clear blackness
It’s worse then you thought
Clear blackness
Stuck nowhere. You’re caught
Clear blackness
Clear blackness
Clear blackness

You won’t find an answer
In any kinda book
Future. Dead ahead.
Clear your mind
Take a look
Take a damn close look

Clear blackness
Stuck nowhere. You’re caught
Clear blackness
It’s worse then you thought
Clear blackness
It’s all around
Clear blackness
Clear blackness