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A cliched word surrounds me,
But it'd not saddening in the least. Because I can rise triumphantly When institutionalized writers are all deceased... :rolleyes: Minimal Court Radical Pessimistic |
Minimal thought emanates from conscious self
Court of disorder, Law of catastrophe Radical intuition from warped inspiration Pessimism is the new positive energy World Lacking Good Vibrations |
People smile, the whole world over.
The people lacking in enrichment cry The good fades to the bad. And the happy vibrations die... Enrich most white Camel |
Enriching statements flow from your earnest mouth,
The most compelling thoughts, I knew nothing about. White lies couldn't possibly roll off your subtle lips, A Camel between them, held in stained fingertips. Me likes... Follow Fatigue Freedom Fascism |
Follow the Cult of Tomorrow
Bathing in the Fatigue of the Weak Freedom stolen from the petty I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT FASCISM IS!!! Aggregation Bruhaha (Broohaha, something like that) Scar Devotion |
This aggregate economy
A broohaha of the poor; Leaves a scar on the nation, Devotion to wanting more. I don't know why I bother... :rolleyes: Synchronicity Urbanization Castration Kung-Fu |
FFS you know what you are supposed to do when you dont know the meaning of a word? LOOK IT UP. Here you go: [url]http://dictionary.reference.com/[/url]
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? who is that referring to?
EDIT: nevermind |
Sorry Morrissey that was directed at 'SarcasticVirtue'.
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Synchronous destruction
Town suffered urbanisation Unnecessary castration Kung-Fu just for fun Life Feeds On Life |
Sad focus of my life
Feeds on the adrenaline On the headphones, Van Halen Poor excuse for what we call life Go Critique My Song (Please) :thumb: |
:rolleyes:
zep should go critique my song yes, [I]my[/I] song ohhh my song. lyrical genius :D moving on... Parka Wolf Desert Storm |
Reach into my parker for a cigagette.
Addiction bite like the wolf of the night. My mouth feels like a desert, yeah, wastland. Breathing warm, In my lungs a storm. I'm 14, and writing lyrics about smoking. I'm screwed. arise awake accumulate asbestos...hmm, tricky. PS: dictionary.com try it |
arise from that dark pit of self loathing,
and your awareness of otehrs will awake, the smell of this "freedom" wil accumulate, i tell you i've smlet better asbestos. epicentre, modernist, stranger, brackets. |
You are the epicentre of your own storm;
A modernist take on living alone. You may be a stranger to getting what you want, But brackets around your heart can't protect you anymore. no flow... Crass Sprite Shower Union |
Crass pessimism prominent
Demoralizing the Sprite you are Dismal Shower drains all life Happiness taken by Union I'll have you know that when I don't know a word, and wish to know what it means, I do look it up with a -real- dictionary. I was attempting to be comedic, and it doesn't matter whether you found it so or not. Catharsis Incantation Illusion Eradicate |
Your death - was my catharsis.
Incantations at your funeral - a relief. Illusion of empowerment - a lie. Eradication of your spirit - something I'll have to try. Psychology German History Politics |
wow... aren't we getting fiesty on here today now...
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Unknown psychological outcomes
Of a war-torn German man Riding a historic spiral Politics is just an antagonist, pushing until the sh!t hits the fan..... Stuffed Up Last Line |
Stuffed turkey delight,
Upon the mahogany table. Last one to finish... First in the dishes line. *Tribute to you Americans, with your Thanksgiving coming up :thumb: Concede Conceit Concentrate Convict |
Concede to the reality
From delerious conceit To concentrate on raw truth My mind becomes a convict Void Rain Flaming Desire |
Void of all emotions like
the rain that washes away the flaming heartache that desire won't deliver. Down Up Right Left |
Arrow Down
Arrow Up Arrow Right Arrow Left Heh.. had to. Revolution Glory Forbidden Destiny |
summon forth a golden revolution
bring to yourself glory divine forging now forbidden collusions destiny misplaced cannot keep you from flying shaped slice dirge affinity |
shaped like a circle, shaped like a square,
a slice from here, and a tear from there, dirge to the end, a mind likes to rot, secret affinities that i forgot. too long makes forget |
The death of too many, the guilty too few
How long has it been since the reason was true? Though the killing and slaughter makes struggles for power We tend to forget all the evil we do. Splendid Misery Unidentified Goodbye |
The splendor in your arms
Heals misery. The Unidentified girl I love Goodbye history. Swift Listless Mourn fluctuate |
The swift blow to my heart
With listless fury strikes me down Yet you do not mourn at all No tear fluctuates your perfect face. Saint Holy Condemned Fate |
Saint of bass
Holy guitars But they were condemned to fail, because the record companies said Their fate was stolen by real bad punk-pop band like Good Charlotte, Simple Plan :mad: Good Plan Blink Suck |
The good fight, there was none.
A plan was made and ready to execute, but everyone died, And how can one blink when they're lifeless? Just don't suck the life out of me. Proclaim Unforeseen Foremost Arrange |
proclaim yourself a witch,
lay down and burn in a fire unforseen, the Foremost fire that lays before you, Arrnaeg yourself for the death at hand. one day i will write one that makes sense. liars brothers blood milo |
Liars feel the pain too
Brothers in arms And they bleed their blood Into my Milo...? Wow... That sucks I'd Rather Have Nesquick |
I'd love to let down my guard
To be honest rather than cold But i have, and it caused me only pain If only life were as plain as Nesquik. ....what? This Is Getting Bizzare |
i hate the word this.
sometimes i stay true to this. as if there is nothing else to do getting old, getting tired it's bizzare that i grew up so soon. not often do too. |
Windows not cracked from the cold,
Often remind me of safety. Shadows do lay beside me, Too tired to ever grow old. Far Ever Still Conjugate |
far and wide
ever to see something so still as to conjugate both of me. have but never hold |
I have a dream,
but not will or desire. I've never had a chance, Nor have I held hope. jeepers... Trouble Trample Tryst Triumph |
im beginning to find myself in trouble,
all these rumors are trampling me, but in the midst of our secret tryst, triumph will see its way through. to long for another |
To look back is to fail.
We've come such a long way. No time for flailing We'll win again another day. Time Seems So Short |
time is what you make of it
just there to spend, or so it seems. so what to do but waste some more? playing short games with words. do you want words |
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