we are the animators de-animating.
you and me will all go down in history with a sad statue of liberty and a generation that didn't agree.
The more I see - the less I believe The more I hear - the less I care This world we've created, has left me cold This world is sedated, dying in it's sleep
Getaway, runaway, fly away Lead me astray, to dreamer’s hideaway I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world Forgive me, I have but two faces One for the world, One for God Save me I cannot cry ’cause the shoulder cries more I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world Whore for the cold world
"I’m afraid. I'm so afraid. Being raped again and again and again. I know I will die alone. But loved. "You live long enough to hear the sound of guns Long enough to find yourself screaming every night long enough to see your friends betray you. "For years have I been strapped unto this altar Now I only have three minutes and counting I just wish the tide would catch me first And give me a death I always longed for"
show your people
show your people how we died
show your people
show your people how we died,
What is in us that turns a deaf ear to the cries of human suffering?!!!
This is Bob. Bob Likes you. Bob likes sharp things. I suggest You run from Bob.
"you tremble carcass? you would tremble more if you knew where i am going to take you." - Viconte de Turenne
"It Might Not Unreasonably be Thought That The Catafalque, The Grave-Shroud, The Black Pall. Would Arose Solemn Thoughts and Kill Desire. But on the Contary This Pomp & The Trapping's of The Dead are Considered in Certain Eircles The Most Elegant Titillation, The Most Potent & Approved of Gentel Aphrodisiac's. "Montague Summers"
Beauty Slept & Angels wept for Her Immortal Soul, In This Repose all evil chose to claim Her for their very Own.
Pour the emerald wine Into crystal glasses We will touch the divine Through kissed catharsis Let us pitch to the seven-year itch Of the ultra-decadent To a tainted world and the painted girls That our fantasies spent
"My heart was a war-drum beat By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in My lap Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Man-trap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason 'till I was fulfilled Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades She went out like the light in My mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine... Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for ******** Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously But when has ONE been able TO best separate the THREE? I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do Ahh, ahh, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through... You ******** whore."
"you shall know nothing until you know everything. and if you do not stop with what is natural. nature will elude grasp forever." Donatjen- Francois De Sade.
"I have awoken from the past Glenfully with the shadows over England's bitter skies I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink Remember me as king when I cradle hell to stars Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast Venom forces workthius arts of devil's and priestess Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend To whisper weals of war to stir the dark o nce in men The principle black metal masterplan."
“When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before.”
“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell”
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
i came, i saw, i got bored.
If Justin Beiber was on the edge of a six story building 70% of teenagers would be crying. 27% percent would be laughing. 3% would waste their energy running up six stories of stairs to push him off. Put this in your profile if you are part of that 3% XP
I am apart of none of these statistics, I would take the Elevator.
"The Empty Walls of The Unthinking Majority hide Money for all the illusive afterlife and do not Feed Us instead Saving Us from the conclusive environmental theory that the Sky Is Over. The Baby runs over by the careless Honking Antelope who, quoting from the book of Lies Lies Lies, cries Praise thee Lord and Pass the Ammunition. The ground rumbles and out flies Beethoven's C**t screaming Elect the Dead!" - Serj Tankian