Chemical Imbalance

by alabasterwolveness

Published March 29, 2012

In Songs

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Verse 1-
Twisted and demented
Feeling the rage surge
Darkening my heart
Splitting from everything I know
 
Chorus-
Lightning fast
We are at a last
A chemical imbalance
Twisted and turned
Beware, you may be next.

Verse 2-
Here at last you know,
Run for we will bring you to
Hell Run for all we bring
Is…
Pain!

Chorus-
Lighting fast
We are at last
A chemical imbalance
Twisted and turned
Beware, you might be next!

Verse 3-
Down in the dark
In a crack of the abyss
We are in clumber
Waiting for you to awaken us
As I said again!

Chorus-
Lighting fast
We are at last
A chemical imbalance
Twisted and turned
Beware you might be next

Last verse-
Prisoners of the sun
Kept from you my dear
But here we are at last
Aren’t you happy to see us?

Comments & reviews · 2
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rbt00
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rbt00 wrote a review Review · Jun 4, 2013

Hats off to your amazing work.
I Really loved it. Your a talented person.
With more hard work and all you can do much better.
In the last verse .. i felt it needed more power cause that part seemed dull and needed much more you know a thing which attracts people.
And i wonder which type of song would you keep this as
Rock, pop , slow ..
Anwys good work
KEEP GOING :D
PS - I LOVED THIS LINES
A chemical imbalance
Twisted and turned
Beware, you may be next.

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WindSailor
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WindSailor wrote a review Review · Jun 4, 2013

Hello, I thought this work of lyrics was pretty, but I feel like it could have been a bit better. To start, I wish the verses were longer to give more depth to the lyrics and idea behind them. Though, I could see this being a rock song, and I could see it being very successful. Secondly, I wish the chorus had more to it, so that it could shed more light on the idea of the lyrics. Lastly, I wish the idea of the lyrics as a whole was a bit more clear, though I did get it, I just wish it was more out there. I hope you keep writing! :) - Hsarver



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