DOWN HERE IN THE STREET <br />THERE IS A PLACE CALLED THE DARK SIDE <br /> WHERE THERE ARE NO FREE RIDES OR ANY MERCY <br /> BECAUSE IF YOU PLAY BY THE SWORD <br />YOU DIE BY THE SWORD NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU BEG <br /> OR SWEAR TO THE LORD FOR GIVENESS, <br /> THEY DON'T CARE THEY STILL CUT YOU UP <br /> UNTIL YOU BLEED ENOUGH WHERE YOUR SPITING IT OUT <br /> LEAVING YOU FOR DEAD WITH A BULLET IN YOUR HEAD <br /> A KNIFE IN YOUR GUT DRAINING OUT <br /> YOUR VEINS LIKE THE POURING RAIN <br /> FALLING FROM THE DARKENED CLOUDS <br /> AND NOW YOUR FLESH IS HANGING OUT <br /> YOUR HEART STOPS AND YOUR SOUL IS GONE <br />YOUR BLOOD IS ALL AROUND YOU <br /> ALONG WITH THE COPS <br /> WHO ARE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT <br /> WHAT WENT DOWN TOO <br />THAT'S THE PRICE YOU PAY <br /> FOR COMING TO THE DARK SIDE TO PLAY<br /><br />DARK SIDE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-side-4/
