Maggots, let me see all of you give it up...

Thank you, and lyrics are many things, but they are definitely both Bastardized poetry and creative writing. I can just relate to where corey's coming from, but each person hears music in a different way...

They belong to a Mr. Corey Taylor, and thanks for the heads up (and the warm welcome), although it should probably go to a lyric forum, if there is such a thing.

My only consolation is all lies
The apex of my consequence is dying here tonight
Winter has returned and it always looks like rain
I cant remember anything...anything
Inside the absolution is to come
And appetites are bittersweet I think I'm coming home
A chance to give up Avarice has marked my one regret
The child of burning time has gone, he hasn't come back
/he hasn't come back yet...

Before I tell my story please consider who I am
I missed my window years ago, I'm doing all I can
A tragedy is commonplace but in the end they go away
A skin is still the only stain I'm left to wear in shame
And I cut my need into my heart, I tear it all apart
I beg you burn me away, I won't become your hero
just to fight the life I saved
Burn me away, I won't give up tommorow just to lose it all today

*Compliments of Corey Taylor