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12-26-2004, 08:15 AM
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Hallowed be thy Name - Iron Maiden
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the gallows pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell God be with you If there’s a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. the best song ever \m/
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01-09-2005, 07:15 AM
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Nothingface
Self Punishment gotta mind gotta fine mind find out what im thinking what im feeling. my confusing living blind mind. no acid pop dreams lampshade dress me. tripping on greed. my own delusions. table ready salt skull conversation demand what's right. lying gold man. emotion complexion feed your distress. wanting to be. a little nothing remake everything. dont want me can't stop me everyone you do is just about dead anyways. fight me tell me. refake. fucked up everything. congressman dead oh anyways. kill every mother fucker that stand in my fucking way. fight me tell me little porno adventure downward nothing. flight this with me can't conceive this. ill love hate forever not for better. worse than me dilated darkness. little man what an image no more breeding. hand on my brain my little blood stain. no backwards position my incision. pissing blood tears please dont hurt me (repeat chorus) you've fucked jive everything. little slut to me just a wannabe gotta mind gotta find mind
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   Jesus had a tough life. I read about that guy. Jesus is the only guy that ever came back from the dead that didn't scare the F--- out of everybody! -Sam Kinison
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01-09-2005, 08:42 AM
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Pantera
Mouth For War Revenge I'm screaming revenge again Wrong I've been wrong for far too long Been constantly so frustrated I've moved mountains with less When I channel my hate to productive I don't find it hard to impress Bones in traction Hands break to hone raw energy Bold and disastrous My ears can't hear what you say to me Hold your mouth for the war Use it for what isn't for Speak the truth about me Determined Possessed I feel a conquering will down inside me Strength The strength of many to crush Who might stop me My strength is in number And my soul lies in every one The releasing of anger can better any medicine under the sun There comes a time within everyone to close your eyes to what's real No comprehension to fail I vacuum the wind for my sail Can't be the rest Let others waste my time Owning success is the bottom line. Like a knife into flesh After life is to death Pulling and punching the rest of duration NO ONE can piss on this determination
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01-09-2005, 08:51 AM
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Pro-Pain
Murder 101 TO KEEP THE FIRE BURNIN' YOU MUST FEED THE FLAME AND THIS FLAME IS BURNIN' FAST THE DRUG LORDS ARE YEARNIN' FOR YOU GIVE THEM YOUR NAME FIRST, MIDDLE INITIAL, LAST "MY JOB SUCKS" YOU SAY IT'S LIKE DOIN' TIME "I FEEL LIKE SUCH A JERK" BUT 500 BUCKS A DAY ARE BETTER THAN NINE DOLLARS FOR TWO HOURS WORK SO GET OUT YOUR PEN AND PAPER, BETTER START TAKING NOTES GET A LECTURE FROM THE DEVIL, HE'S ABOUT TO TAKE YOUR COAT AND WHEN THE CLASS IS OVER, IF YOU PASS YOU GET YOUR GUN NOTHING'S EVER SACRED HERE IN MURDER 101 A COLD BLOODED KILL IS MY FINAL EXAM IF HE'S DEAD I PASS MY BONES START TO CHILL AND MY NERVES START TO JAM I PUMP THREE MORE SLUGS IN HIS CHEST WAKE ME UP TOMORROW AND I'LL SHOW YOU NO REMORSE TO PROVE THAT I'M A MAN THE ABSENTEE WAS SORROW WHO IS SURE TO FLUNK THE COURSE WHO WITNESSED THE VIOLENCE AND RAN
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Jesus had a tough life. I read about that guy. Jesus is the only guy that ever came back from the dead that didn't scare the F--- out of everybody! -Sam Kinison
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01-11-2005, 04:13 PM
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King Diamond
A Visit From The Dead It must be summer the sky is clear The garden is so beautiful All the flowers and all the trees Make Me feel like they're inside of Me I'm holding My sister's hand While we're playing in the sand It's all but a dream My bed is moving, I cannot see a thing I am in total darkness, someone is calling I can feel the chill, it's all around Me I know it's not a dream, No no no Someone is in My room Standing at the end of My bed Must be a visit from the dead Must be a visit from the dead Now I see her figure, it's just a little child And there's no reflection, she's in the mirror Could it really be, has she returned? My little sister "King beware...something bad is coming Your way... King beware" Must be a visit from the dead Must be a visit from the dead Missy will You tell Me You know we don't have no secrets "Just beware" Must be a visit from the dead Must be a visit from the dead You've to to tell Me Missy Come on now, spit out little girl "I will send You a dream..."
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Jesus had a tough life. I read about that guy. Jesus is the only guy that ever came back from the dead that didn't scare the F--- out of everybody! -Sam Kinison
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01-11-2005, 04:17 PM
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Barrel of a Gun
by Depeche Mode Do you mean this horny creep Set upon weary feet Who looks in need of sleep That doesn't come This twisted, tortured mess This bed of sinfulness Who's longing for some rest And feeling numb What do you expect of me What is it you want? Whatever you've planned for me I'm not the one A vicious appetite Visits me each night And won't be satisfied Won't be denied An unbearable pain A beating in my brain That leaves the mark of cain Right here inside What am I supposed to do? When everything that I've done Is leading me to conclude I'm not the one Whatever I've done I've been staring down the Barrel of a Gun Is there something you need from me? Are you having your fun? I never agreed to be Your Holy One Whatever I've done I've been staring down the Barrel of a Gun
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