Tenuous member Striker
is a poet who knows it.
You call me wrong
You call me sick
I write my song
The clock begins to tick
I am a furry
There's metal in my soul
You will taste my fury
The metal will pierce your soul
You are swimming in impressionism
You believe the first thing you hear
Ignorant you have become
You don't know what's really here
You can't see the sun before the dawn
You can't see the stars behind the clouds
You can't read the book behind closed cover
Under the skin
What burns deep with in
Behind the fur
There's an animal in me
I won't fight it any more
I'll set it free
Pushed aside no more
Race is not a factor here
Nothing is typical here
Religion means nothing here
No more living in fear
You can't see the sun before the dawn
You can't see the stars behind the clouds
You can't read the book behind closed cover
Under the skin
What burns deep with in
Behind the fur
To be performed by WARCAT, who is "Gn'R + Pearl Jam + Metallica + Megadeth with a touch of Green Day". Check out their
rockin' forums.
TOO BAD THE PERFECT FURRY SONG HAS ALREADY
BEEN MADE
