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 Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 11:16 am
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl
All i wanted
All i needed is here in my arms
Words are very unnecesarry
They can only do harm
Vows are spoken
To be Broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable
All i wanted
All i needed is here in my arms
Words are very unnecesarry
They can only do harm
All i wanted
All i needed is here in my arms
Words are very unnecesarry
They can only do harm
All i wanted
All i needed is here in my arms
Words are very unnecesarry
They can only do harm
Enjoy the silence
Enjoy the silence
its called "enjoy the silence" post your own!!! or just tell the title!!!
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 2:19 pm
Are these song lyrics of a band? In which case, this belongs in the Music Subforum.
Are these song lyrics you wrote yourself? In which case, this belongs in the Art Subforum.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 2:41 pm
It's Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode, so music.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 10:35 am
crotchduster - mammal sauce
"Listen up ******** got something i need to say
If you dont use mammal sauce
You might as well be gay
I feel it running through my brain
I feel it running through my eyes
You hear the name thats calling you
It makes you hypnotized
Williams
Sliptoflappy rappy
And a carpal tunnel pudding flanker
Nabble and a stampy and a
Pigeon smelling generator
See a chitlin wafer and a
Chocolate buttered horses a**
Frabble obble abble and a
Stupid monkey chicken gas
Chinese diarrhea prison carpet
Chunky harplegig
Nopaliaseah perforated
Purple parkle pig
My mammal sauce is the best mammal sauce
Spread mammal sauce on my wang
We make mammal sauce in bill williams loft
And we eat a bucket of tang "
best song EVAR! ghahhaahha
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 11:43 pm
Infectious Grooves/Suicidal Tendancies - Su Casa Es Mi Casa
The ticking you hear is your life passing you by ...
Do you feel you're not taken serious?
That your input is brushed aside?
That you can get no respect
That people may even be laughing behind your back
Does this make you question your self-worth?
Well it should ... because you're worthless!
Now take the case of the new-age cyco
Confident, commanding respect
Taking whatever he wants, from wherever it is
I've been thinking, so to speak
Knees are shaking, tired and weak
I've been wondering, who I am
I've been wondering where I am
Su casa es mi casa, porque estoy muy loco
If you have one, I'll have one too
Not another, the one I took from you!
Add my numbers, add it up
I guess I got it ... give it up!
Su casa es mi casa, porque estoy muy loco
Now you've had some time to think
Why don't you look in the mirror, tell me what you see
Nah not on the outside, look inside, deep inside
The true ugliness
Not the self-created coloured hair, piercings hanging out everywhere
The stuff you try to cover up and deny
So there's a reason for everything
Now you let the reason out
Rising up, I feel it coming, let 'em know it's time!
I'm still wondering, why I am
Coughing up blood, spitting up phlegm
So much anger, hostility
Biting and kicking, inside of me
I'm fully cyco, partly hexed
Makes me wonder, who is next
You need not worry, about what I am
But you better worry, about where I am!
Su casa es mi casa
No quieres chingar conmigo
The ticking you hear is your life passing you by ...
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:22 am
It is a tie between "The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth" by Creature Feature:
Our Story Starts So Very, Very Deep Underground
Unaware Of The Legions They Are Building Down There
Then Comes The Sound, A Shrill Signal Loud Enough To Drown
The Time Has Come Mother Nature's Now Holding The Gun
Well Once You Enter The Hive
You'll Never Make It Out Alive
It's Been Devised
So No Human Being Will Survive
Could It Be Worse
I Think They've Acquired A Thirst
We Claimed It First
Now The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth
Kill One And Two More Will Take It's Place
Withdraw, The City's Under Martial Law
A Nameless Horror, Like Nothing We've Encountered Before
The Time Has Come For ManKind To Be Undone
They're Coming Up
You're Going Down
They're Coming Up
You're Going Down
Well Once You Enter The Hive
You'll Never Make It Out Alive
It's Been Devised
So No Human Being Will Survive
Could It Be Worse
I Think They've Acquired A Thirst
We Claimed It First
Now The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth
Welcome To Annihilation
Devastation Across The Nation
Welcome To Eternal Damnation
A Revelation Void Of Salvation
Welcome To Extermination
Abomination Through Mutation
Welcome To The Aberration
Transformation Then Liberation
They're Coming Up
You're Going Down
They're Coming Up
You're Going Down
Well Once You Enter The Hive
You'll Never Make It Out Alive
It's Been Devised
So No Human Being Will Survive
Could It Be Worse
I Think They've Acquired A Thirst
We Claimed It First
Now The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth
and "Buried Alive" also by Creature Feature, you may recognise all the Poe references in this song:
(Then the blackness loomed close up against my skin
Snuffing out even the evil whining hiss of those damning lips
Driving all sensibility into retreat
In a mad rush in the center of the soul into Hades)
I Forever Dream Within A Dream
Of A Certain City In The Sea
As I Walk The Valley Of Unrest
Behind This Mask Of Crimson Death
I Long For A Loss Of Breath
And A Most Dire Predicament
Murders In The Rue Morgue
Silence And Shadow's What I Adore
I Cant Explain Just How It Feels
The Thoughts Of My Premature Burial
Inside This Oblong Box I Lie
With The Hopes I'll Be Buried Alive
The Oval Portrait Upon The Wall
Will Someday Cause This House To Fall
The Power Of Words Left Unsaid
As I Join The Spirits Of The Dead
I Can't Explain Just How It Feels
The Thoughts Of My Premature Burial
Inside This Oblong Box I Lie
With The Hopes I'll Be Buried Alive
Well, I'm The Man Who's Used Up
Washed Up
Bricked Up
Descent Into Maelstrom
Bedlam
Redrum
Bet The Devil My Head
Misled
Bloodshed
Heart Under The Floorboards
Beats For
Lenore
Nevermore
I Cant Explain Just How It Feels
The Thoughts Of My Premature Burial
Inside This Oblong Box I Lie
With The Hopes I'll Be Buried Alive
I Cant Explain Just How It Feels
The Thoughts Of My Premature Burial
Inside This Oblong Box I Lie
With The Hopes I'll Be Buried Alive
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 7:45 am
Assemblage 23 - "Sorry"
I'm sorry I can't bleed for you
The way you want me to
To throw myself against the rocks
The way I used to do
I'm sorry that I can't prolong
The pain I've been put through
I'm sorry, yes I'm sorry
So sorry
But not as sorry as you
You wear your misery like a crown
You're only happy when you're down
And the saddest part is you don't even know why
What are you lacking deep inside?
Depression as a point of pride
If you're not careful the world is going to pass you by
I'm sorry I can't always drown
In rivers of despair
A man forever broken by
A need for your repair
I'm sorry if the things I said
Were somehow misconstrued
I'm sorry, yes I'm sorry
So sorry
But not as sorry as you
You wear your misery like a crown
You're only happy when you're down
And the saddest part is you don't even know why
What are you lacking deep inside?
Depression as a point of pride
If you're not careful the world is going to pass you by
I'm sorry that my happiness
Isn't to your taste
A pessimistic optimist
Who's bound to be replaced
I'm sorry I can't grovel in
Emotions I outgrew
I'm sorry, yes I'm sorry
So sorry
But not as sorry as you
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 8:41 pm
You know why "Losing my Religion" is such a great title? (Even though it isn't literal.)
*(animated and quiet, as though explaining to naive person)*
Because literaly, it describes a whole bunch of teenagers and other kids out there who are juuuust starting to reject their parents quaint little views of the world, who get kicked out of sunday school and form a cult before they realize their little truth in their own little heads....the truth about everyone's pathetic construction of reality that they've been working on for countless centuries....that's it's all just subjective. The world is a cold cold place, full of randomness and chaos, and nothing can save you....oh sure you think it does....but in your last moments, maybe you're afraid, have a little bit of doubt that can completely kill it for you....and when you finally die....then you realize. And then you're gone.
*assumes normal speech*
Or not. It's subjective.
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