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As the idiot song rolls on and on,
"All hail Iron Maiden!" they cry As the singing crowd of people roasts under the sun And we wait for the song to die Soliloquy Phoenix Effect Theory |
wishing for you i write this sililoquy
something grand as the presence of pheonix i could never admit the effect in theory it works but it's all in my head goodbye faithful death deranged |
goodbye to virginity
my faithful dog made sure of that i must not comit death i am not deranged jsut desperate poop smelly gay sweet |
Picking up poop is really bad
Its smelly and makes me real sad But the gay guy that lives across the street Says that picking up poop is really sweet ?.....lol Rough Bedsheets Ticks Ocean |
rough ***** makes my anus bleed
my bedsheets covered with cum and blood i got tick all over my scrotum the ocean cleans my bloody asshole like a baday ****** cunt jason becker paralyzed |
The words you gave me are bad, but I'm a serious man
I won't use the "******" one, I'm Anti-NeoDexer "Cunt" is a bad word to use, I'm sure you can do better And I really wanna know who the poop's Jason becker, for I'm the paralyzed tester and I am wearing a sweater Ummm riiiiiight. This is the worst rapping you can ever witness. Anyways, next: food banana rest bandage |
dont give me just any food
give me a banana leave the rest to rot away and bandage up your broken arms why use words like that?? |
he'd never tell her why or where he's gone
and she uses all that time she's got to try to love him more with his promises and pretty words on repeat in her head it's obviously a farce, but at least it makes her feel like she's alive scream out ragged sighs |
blood dripping from the inside... my eyes - i scream...
i shout... out to the world... the world behind me... and i tear at my already ragged clothes... lost and psychotic... sighs of relief... as i cry... my demons exorcised... blasphemous traitor faith erasure |
first off I gotta respect
"There was a ragged band we all loved They sung about pain and stuff Then St. Anger cursed them Now showing false rage they pretend they're tough" niiiiiiiiice, man oh, and my post: A blasphemous word that was taken lightly A traitor in every way that has been living rightly Faith fades to black as the real world enters So many years what we believed, in need of erasure Traffic Soul City Sodomy |
stuck mindlessly in traffic
i have no soul to save living in the city sodomy for the mind tuesday beach sunset forever |
tuesday comes along
no chicks on the beach sunset and still dont see a thong ill lay here forever until i see boobs round like a peach |
fagg-ot
loser queer clock |
[QUOTE=PbEknight777]fagg-ot
loser queer clock[/QUOTE] wield "faggot" from your arsenal of words ungracious loser, behind a mask of cruelty can it be that you're afraid of queer persuasions deep back there the clock marks either your rising to maturity, or despair march forth contentious women |
March toward the silver-lined city
March forth to their bloody capital To their contentious city which they bleed for peace Where their women are used and governors are pleased Graham Machine Oversexed Pixel |
Graham Garhzene
the latest by-product of the pop culture war machine overpriced, oversexed sefl indulgent pr i ck what a waste of a pixel on my tv screen, him and his breed makes me wanna be sick Insurgence whores cold streets |
insurgence coming down on me
whores, or wars its all the same its all cold, its all weary so let me lie down in the street wrong anguished used infuriated |
the way this silence echos on the walls is wrong,
the thoughts of the anguished live here, the used, the dead. the infuriated. we're all surrounded. clamored attempt filtration solemn |
I hate hearing your clamored echo
You attempt at making me better Your filtration for the best me isn't right I know, i read your solemn letter Disgrace Disgust Desire Deception |
to be this. anything is disgrace.
im disgusted with your sad face. your desire is my desire, but we can never relate. i can see the deception beyond your truth, so dont try and fake me. spontaneous (sp) preferral this nightmare |
what does preferral mean?? it's not even in the dictionary
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oh. thought it was a word. sorry about that. i guess i could change it to prefer, or preference, or preferable. whatever. pick one.
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ok...
your spontaneous action ensured my death you prefered to rip out my heart i can no longer live like this my life became a nightmare after you left |
words for next one...
alive fade alone torn |
u run, u hide, u burn alive
statues built, in ur name, but some how still ur ashes fade untile ur jest one lone king, all alone w/ one torn kingdom to weep and mourn |
awareness
feeling sense restless |
this awareness is pointless.
this feeling is pain. i cant make any sense, of why your restless. |
[QUOTE=fallen_punker]this awareness is pointless.
this feeling is pain. i cant make any sense, of why your restless.[/QUOTE] go critique my song |
i watched you go, you saw me burn
as their critique punched voids through our words my band and i have much to learn ..but our songs are as much for us as they are for the world. play that funky music |
at first you play the game alone
you fear that you won't succeed but as soon as funk is overthrown your music will be heard (o well, so i didn't use funk the right way...) locked doors windows shut |
as much as it hurts for my heart to be locked,
the doors must be closed, sealed the windows with cardboard coverings, and shut tight so one can see in. |
ovation
sand hover slipped |
my continued search to find ovation,
leaves me face down in the sand. i hover between fakeness and reality, grip has slipped from my hand |
sorry the last post was poor, next words
falling search cost infinity |
as i am falling,
into my endless search for words. the cost to me, is the same as infinity. the girl i love |
i will try the theory,
girl smiling,life defining, i look into eyes, opposite to love is wot i see good lord im getting worse! kiss star ancients dust |
the kiss is awkward.
like a star far, far away. it has been delayed since the ancients. and now has turned to dust. empty pointless pain hate |
when i used the words
"go critique my song" i was using subliminale messages to try and get ppl to critique my song. i shall soon rule the world!!!! :lol: |
the feeling; empty,
all it seems now is pointless pain is all i feel now soon to be replaced with hate commitment wishing forgiveness fiction |
commitment is what i cannot give,
wishing to be able. to have forgiveness. but this is all fiction why heart bleed (or bleeding) hell |
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