Lyrically Speaking - Revisited
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- Sir Diddimus
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Lyrically Speaking - Revisited
Do you like amercan music
I like american music
don't you like american music baby
I like american music
don't you like american music baby
Duct tape is like 'The Force'. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
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- The Fallen
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alice isn't it frightening
alice aren't you scared
alice isn't it wonderful
living life afraid
don't look around the corner
i might be lurking there
under the bed at night
you're up till dawn again
alison hell, your mind begins to fold
alison hell, aren't you growing cold
alison hell, you are looking blue
alice in hell, what else can you do
alice aren't you scared
alice isn't it wonderful
living life afraid
don't look around the corner
i might be lurking there
under the bed at night
you're up till dawn again
alison hell, your mind begins to fold
alison hell, aren't you growing cold
alison hell, you are looking blue
alice in hell, what else can you do
Oh sad is the world. but I have Kavorkian's scarf.
- Sir Diddimus
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It's only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find myself
I find myself
Something beautiful is happening inside for me
Something sensual, it's full of fire and mystery
I feel hypnotised
I feel paralysed
I have found heaven
That I find myself
I find myself
Something beautiful is happening inside for me
Something sensual, it's full of fire and mystery
I feel hypnotised
I feel paralysed
I have found heaven
Duct tape is like 'The Force'. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
LOL - Which part lost where?
(and "The Camel Toe Song" is playing right now)
you let me violate you
you let me desacrate you
you let me penatrate you
you let me complicate you
you let me fuck you like an animal
i want to feel you from the inside
i want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
(you get me closer to god)
(and "The Camel Toe Song" is playing right now)
you let me violate you
you let me desacrate you
you let me penatrate you
you let me complicate you
you let me fuck you like an animal
i want to feel you from the inside
i want to fuck you like an animal
my whole existence is flawed
(you get me closer to god)
When you cut the cord to close the curtain on the sun
And evening came to cover everything you left undone
I took a walk out to greet an old familiar ghost
To take a seat among the freaks and watch the red lights glow
On the day you came I swear I felt so drunk
Stumbling I tried to bring you down to where I'd sunk
But throwing a spark you lit up the dark to heat the hateful glow
And burned a bright resentful ring around our sad sad love
And evening came to cover everything you left undone
I took a walk out to greet an old familiar ghost
To take a seat among the freaks and watch the red lights glow
On the day you came I swear I felt so drunk
Stumbling I tried to bring you down to where I'd sunk
But throwing a spark you lit up the dark to heat the hateful glow
And burned a bright resentful ring around our sad sad love
"O spanish tonk! your ship baked atists are."
stop. my amygdala is listening!
stop. my amygdala is listening!
- The Fallen
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I know I prefer to hurt
it seems to comfort me and burn
I never asked for it - question.
I never wanted it to end
I know that I die gracefully in vain
I know inside deteriorates in pain
you're such a part of me
I can't believe it's real
I crawl in my black box to hide
I welcome misery with pride
take turns in whipping me I bleed
enjoy the fantasy and greed
I know that I die gracefully in vain
I know inside deteriorates in pain
you're such a part of me
I can't believe it's real
it seems to comfort me and burn
I never asked for it - question.
I never wanted it to end
I know that I die gracefully in vain
I know inside deteriorates in pain
you're such a part of me
I can't believe it's real
I crawl in my black box to hide
I welcome misery with pride
take turns in whipping me I bleed
enjoy the fantasy and greed
I know that I die gracefully in vain
I know inside deteriorates in pain
you're such a part of me
I can't believe it's real
Oh sad is the world. but I have Kavorkian's scarf.
- junkie christ
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"if you could be a superhero, would you be justice guy?
Making sure people get what they deserve,
especially women who lie
Like if a mom left her husband with three kids and no job, to run off to fucking hawaii with some doctor named Bob
You could skin them and drain them of blood so they die... especially Bob
Then you would be justice guy
Or you could be more subtle, no, I didn't mean to be vauge
Give her the mad-cow desease, let him die of the plague
As long as they suffer for their terrible lying...
especially Bob
Then you would justice guy"
Making sure people get what they deserve,
especially women who lie
Like if a mom left her husband with three kids and no job, to run off to fucking hawaii with some doctor named Bob
You could skin them and drain them of blood so they die... especially Bob
Then you would be justice guy
Or you could be more subtle, no, I didn't mean to be vauge
Give her the mad-cow desease, let him die of the plague
As long as they suffer for their terrible lying...
especially Bob
Then you would justice guy"
O(+>
Drinking makes you the same asshole your father was.
http://www.knoxnihilism.com/forum - site admin.
Prayer, Praise, Profit.
Drinking makes you the same asshole your father was.
http://www.knoxnihilism.com/forum - site admin.
Prayer, Praise, Profit.
"You call me strong, you call me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if
Not for me then you'd be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite"
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if
Not for me then you'd be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground
If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite"
All around the world now,
Like a big bright cherry cloud
Travelling from home to home
TV sets and telephones.
Like a wave we can not see,
Washing over you and me
Hiding here and hiding there,
Madness hiding everywhere.
Such a curiosity,
Here it comes to set us free.
Plenty left for you and me,
Say hello, Insanity.
Like a big bright cherry cloud
Travelling from home to home
TV sets and telephones.
Like a wave we can not see,
Washing over you and me
Hiding here and hiding there,
Madness hiding everywhere.
Such a curiosity,
Here it comes to set us free.
Plenty left for you and me,
Say hello, Insanity.
Don't listen to that guy! He's gonna lead you down the path of righteousness. I'm gonna lead you down the path that rocks!
- junkie christ
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imp, for posting that , you are now my hero......
O(+>
Drinking makes you the same asshole your father was.
http://www.knoxnihilism.com/forum - site admin.
Prayer, Praise, Profit.
Drinking makes you the same asshole your father was.
http://www.knoxnihilism.com/forum - site admin.
Prayer, Praise, Profit.
Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones
now gone
Talking aloud as they sit
round their tables
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment
Possessed by a fury
that burns from inside
Cry like a child though
these years make me older
With children my time
is so wastefully spent
Burden to keep, though their
inner communion
Accept like a curse
an unlucky deal
Laid by the gate at the foot
of the garden
My view stretches out
from the fence to the wall
No words could explain,
no actions determine
Just watching the trees
and the leaves as they fall
Praise to the glory of loved ones
now gone
Talking aloud as they sit
round their tables
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment
Possessed by a fury
that burns from inside
Cry like a child though
these years make me older
With children my time
is so wastefully spent
Burden to keep, though their
inner communion
Accept like a curse
an unlucky deal
Laid by the gate at the foot
of the garden
My view stretches out
from the fence to the wall
No words could explain,
no actions determine
Just watching the trees
and the leaves as they fall
Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc
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remember the girl down the street with the kids
they used to come outside but she never did
cause she was tryin' to hide the bruises where her old man beat her
cause he hit her in the face with the old space heater
then he'd come home drunk and try to force sex on her
but he didn't see a .44 stuffed in the covers
so she waited till he came, he lie there naked
before she blew his head off, she told him she'd been faking
all along, so long for everything you done wrong
here's a bullet go to hell cause it's where you belong.
Just another day in Suburbia
it's a beautiful day in Suburbia
Best not let it get the best of ya
was it everything you thought it would be
they used to come outside but she never did
cause she was tryin' to hide the bruises where her old man beat her
cause he hit her in the face with the old space heater
then he'd come home drunk and try to force sex on her
but he didn't see a .44 stuffed in the covers
so she waited till he came, he lie there naked
before she blew his head off, she told him she'd been faking
all along, so long for everything you done wrong
here's a bullet go to hell cause it's where you belong.
Just another day in Suburbia
it's a beautiful day in Suburbia
Best not let it get the best of ya
was it everything you thought it would be
Libby
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I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She'll hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She'll hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
Oh sad is the world. but I have Kavorkian's scarf.
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My father is a fireman he puts out fires......hmmm
My mother is a fireman's wife she puts out fires.......hmmm
My brother is a fireman's son he puts out fires......hmmm
My sister is a fireman's daughter she puts out.........hmmm!
My mother is a fireman's wife she puts out fires.......hmmm
My brother is a fireman's son he puts out fires......hmmm
My sister is a fireman's daughter she puts out.........hmmm!
Shepherds we shall be for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand so our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. We shall send a river unto Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
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I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage called the blood of the exploited working class...But they've overcome their shyness, now they're calling me your highness, and the world screams "Kiss me, son of God"
I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect between the only people left who even looked me in the eye...Now I laugh and make a fortune off the same ones that I tortured, and the world screams "kiss me, son of God"
I look like Jesus, so they say, but mister Jesus is very far away
Now your the only one here who can tell me if it's true, that you love me and I love me...
I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect between the only people left who even looked me in the eye...Now I laugh and make a fortune off the same ones that I tortured, and the world screams "kiss me, son of God"
I look like Jesus, so they say, but mister Jesus is very far away
Now your the only one here who can tell me if it's true, that you love me and I love me...
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