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the quitessential line up
all the hyperpowered words in tow a sewing machine of lyrics they all just spew dildos burn melodramic lyric game |
The radio will burn on the cross tonight
As the melodramatics express strage fright The lyrics of artists will slowly distort This act is being forced to end short. melodramic isn't a word, so i assumed you meant melodramatic scream seven thought block |
an earth of ears still waiting, screaming at the sight:
of seven broken bones, one for every night of masochistic thought and dreary contemplation- of caricatures that block this shrieking invocation portray screen online people |
That was magical.
Portray then notions poorly thought A screen to view the war we fought An online battle in which we're caught Of people, poets at heart. It begins... Constitute Replicate Abdicate Hollow |
i went to the constitute
of the underground replicate My abs were abdicating I felt so hollow seventies Earth VCR rush |
a man in his seventies
contemplating life replaying life like a VCR a rush of sadness pursues train speaking lamb tragic |
^ you missed one... heh!
train wreckage is scattered in my room without speaking your name, you disappear like a lamb in the slaughterhouse; shiny knives splinter you tragically along the ground mascara testimony unborn certificate |
Bill put on his mascara
signing away his testimony as a man no baby for the unborn girl Male, the certificate says all Insane absolute thing hatred |
[QUOTE=WhatILivefoR]^ you missed one... heh![/QUOTE]
oh!! whoops haha i meant to put contemplating life on Earth. my bad ps. WhatILivefoR your an amazing lyricist. i wish i could write like that. |
are we Insane
through the absolute death or is this thing we call life just hatred in all of us just to consume our fears and tear us to shreds life death everything between |
[QUOTE=anarchy_revolution]oh!! whoops haha i meant to put contemplating life on Earth. my bad
ps. WhatILivefoR your an amazing lyricist. i wish i could write like that.[/QUOTE] wow, thank you. You don’t know what life is until a silent death, as if it mattered to no one took everything you could have ever loved. and between two gates, Heaven is for the innocent. pure babble show physical |
You tell her you're pure, pure for sure
But her babble warns you, not one step more All you want to do is show it, express it A physical urge, conflicting morals, surpress it All my lyrics seam to be rape-orientated of late. Stop Rape Please Consent |
even if this feeling was going to stop
there is no way i can deny the rape of something that could never please the craving of what needs consent eww i dont like that hope light carved darling |
a boe..
my hope reached his end
i'm haunted by the light and so I carved my last goodbye "my darling.." lamp agony throat fuge |
A lamprey sucking on my soul
An agany cutting deep A moan escapes my harsh throaght "FUGE" I yell, then "what ever that means..." I weep Corpuscles Harpsichord Motor Relationship |
The remaining [b]corpuscles[/b] of your hair that lay on my bedroom floor,
Can be strung like the strings of a golden [b]harpsichord[/b], As I hear the [b]motor[/b] of your car rev up, I know our [b]relationship[/b] is forever broken. bang mumba folder blade |
Bang, a bullet in my back.
A black, black mamba on my throat A turantular grabs my science folder I'll chew my razorblade on my own We Will Remember Them ANZAC day, 2005. |
lest we forget, we'll look back and see,
remember those who set us free, buy a badge for 20 cents you will, don't forget them, they're loss's were not nil. look ball chew orange |
My emaciated look worsens, worse until
The ball drops I chew my tongue, my blood tastes like Orange lolly pops Flick Switch Miss Ditch |
dazed and drowzy i lean for my switch,
i wake abruptly finding myself in a ditch, i scramble about grab hold of a handle, only to miss, my lifes discarded, with a brutal flick. battle anger woman dirt |
This is battle for rations, not respect or detection-
the father's anger drowned in machinery ignition- with some woman's toil, the sweat that she gave- the factory (dirt) he lived, the children she saved. I'm sorry I can't seem to put dirt in there anywhere, and make it work properly... forlorn brainstorm tax dream |
Here i am,Forlorn
going through the outcomes of a brainstom life is a heavy tax to pay Dillusional,I wake from the dream Sorry,thats my first one-it sucked Whitewash agony distressed rainbows |
whitewashed walls wont hide stains
of the agony that once dwelled here i slowly turn distressed once again i become a rainbow wow.. so me lol tell quit phone lie |
the letters tell of a boy
who quit caring so long ago unhooked the phone, hid it away he cannot lie if no one asks fruit salvage train click |
salvage, let me be
why walk when you can catch the train? fruit now holds the key. why give in, don't click for pain. ( yeah it's bad ) ending stew neck little |
i like stew,
with rabbits big fat necks i enjoy ending my meal with a little fruche for dessert, Bus hooker hooters dog |
I sit at the back of the bus and look out
On the sea of hookers, crackheads, born-agains A blind man with "Follow me to Hooter's" on his shirt The only clean soul is his old yellow dog. Introduction Hypothesis Evaluation Discussion |
the introduction for this life
is just an hypothesis of what we're supposed to do after that the evaluation will start and the infinite discussion will tear us apart. game music letters blind |
The game played out remotely
The war music strikes its chord The letters of innocent civilians Are turned away with a blind eye Restate Open Casing Lasagne |
To restate would be pointless
leaving nothing open, or out of its casing i return to make lasange once again. redneck caravan mountains drive |
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