Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ When lyrics mix with fangirls ❯ Lying man ( One-Shot )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Doodle 
Not funny unless you're sadistic. It fits Farfarello well. It's a very dark and disturbing parody of Beck's song "Lazy Flies".
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 04.28.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 197 | Visits: 286 | Status: Completed
Not funny unless you're sadistic. It fits Farfarello well. It's a very dark and disturbing parody of Beck's song "Lazy Flies".
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 04.28.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 197 | Visits: 286 | Status: Completed
(Nagi) Beck
Lying man (Lazy Flies)
Lying man, crying high above
The mad Berserker, killing all his sheep
And he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled
Crying out some curses, he's pleasing the Devil.
Damning all the devout.
A hideous game, vanishes in darkness
Drinking blood of the slain, who dares to be there
to stop the crazed man? To tie up him tight,
to read his last rights. A life of confessions
written in the blood.
Out in the green field, the children all cry
In the shadows of evil, lasting sanity drifts by.
He's tasting fresh blood in a house of the holy
The bodies of priests and innocent lovers
in path of destruction.
Your fear has a glare, he traps you like searchlights
His soul-less eye stares, your soul is fluorescent
Their deeds of good and their sins mean nothing to him
Mastermind and Oracle sadistically watching,
enjoying the chaos that's being made.
A hideous game, vanishes in darkness
Drinking blood of the slain, who dares to be there
to stop the crazed man? To tie up him tight,
to read his last rights. A life of confessions
written in the blood.
Lying man (Lazy Flies)
Lying man, crying high above
The mad Berserker, killing all his sheep
And he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled
Crying out some curses, he's pleasing the Devil.
Damning all the devout.
A hideous game, vanishes in darkness
Drinking blood of the slain, who dares to be there
to stop the crazed man? To tie up him tight,
to read his last rights. A life of confessions
written in the blood.
Out in the green field, the children all cry
In the shadows of evil, lasting sanity drifts by.
He's tasting fresh blood in a house of the holy
The bodies of priests and innocent lovers
in path of destruction.
Your fear has a glare, he traps you like searchlights
His soul-less eye stares, your soul is fluorescent
Their deeds of good and their sins mean nothing to him
Mastermind and Oracle sadistically watching,
enjoying the chaos that's being made.
A hideous game, vanishes in darkness
Drinking blood of the slain, who dares to be there
to stop the crazed man? To tie up him tight,
to read his last rights. A life of confessions
written in the blood.