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xXMoko-sanXx Report | 01/20/2009 3:01 pm
xXMoko-sanXx
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helmethair31 Report | 08/05/2008 10:45 pm
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B o h e m i a n L o v e Report | 07/16/2008 4:03 pm
B o h e m i a n L o v e
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l Night_Wind l Report | 07/05/2008 2:25 pm
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none of your business
Iskariot Incarnate Report | 07/05/2008 7:37 am
Iskariot Incarnate
Ow lol, that's ok User Image

And i do like you as a friend, I just don't start conversations that often User Image
Iskariot Incarnate Report | 07/05/2008 7:01 am
Iskariot Incarnate
Huh? What do you mean?
Iskariot Incarnate Report | 05/18/2008 5:22 am
Iskariot Incarnate
Ah... Ok
 

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Between Angels And Insects lyricsThere's no money, there's no possessions Only obsessions, I don't need that s**t Take my money, take my obsession I just want to be heard, loud and clear are my words Comin' from within man, tell 'em what you heard It's about a revolution, in your heart and in your mind You can't find the conclusionlife-style and obsession Diamond rings get you nothing but a life long lesson And your pocket-book stressin' You're a slave to the system, working jobs that you hate For that s**t you don't need It's too bad the world is based on greed Step back and see, stop thinking about yourself Start thinking about There's no money, there's no possession Only obsession, I don't need that s**t Take my money, take my possessions Take my obsession, I don't need that s**t Cause everything is nothing and emptiness is in everything This reality is really just a ******** up dream With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul Flip it inside out, it's a big black hole Take your money, burn it up like an asteroid Possessions they are never gonna fill the void Take it away and learn the best lesson The heart, the soul, the life, the passion There's no money, there's no posssession Only obsession, I don't need that s**t Take my money, take my possessions Take my obsession, I don't need that shitMoney, possession, obsessionPresent yourself, press your clothesComb your hair, and clock-in You just can't win Just can't win The things you own, own youTake my money, take my possessions Take my obsession, I don't need that ******** your money, ******** your possessions ******** your obsession, I don't need that shitMoney, possession, obsessionI don't need that s**t

Broken Home lyricsI can't seem to fight these feelingsI'm caught in the middle of thisMy wounds are not healingI'm stuck in between my parentsI iwhs I had someone to talk toSomeone to confide inI just want to know the truthI just want to know the truthBroken homeAll aloneI know my mother loves meBut does my father even careIf I'm sad or I'm angryYou were never ever thereWhen I needed youI hope you regret what you didI think I know the truthYour father did the same to youI'm crying day and night nowWhat is wrong with meI cannot fight nowI feel like a weak linkPush it back insideIt feels bad to be aloneCrying by yourself, living in a broken homeHow could I tell it so y'all could feel itDepression strikes me hard like my old earth would tell itTo me, her son, she told me I'm the onePain bottled up about to blow like a gunStories that I tell are nonfictionAnd you can't take it back casue it's already doneBroken home