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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Fuck your obsession, I don't need that shit. | ||||
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| GonzoStyle | posted on 05-31-2001 @ 12:43 AM |    | |||
| Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 70  | BETWEEN ANGELS AND INSECTS There's no money, There's no possessions, Only obsession, I don't need that shit, Take my money, Take my obsession I just want to be heard Loud and clear are my words Coming from within man Tell 'em what you heard It's about a revolution In your heart and in your mind Till you find a conclusion Lifestyle and obsession diamond rings get you nothing but a life-long lesson and your pocketbook's stressing you're a slave to the system working jobs that you hate For that shit you don't need It's too bad the world is based on greed Step back and see Stop thinking 'bout yourself Start thinking 'bout… There's no money, There's no possession, Only obsession, I don't need that shit Take my money, Take my possession, Take my obsession, I don't need that shit Because everything is nothing And emptiness isn't everything This reality is really just a fucked up dream With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul Flip it inside out It's a big black hole Take your money burn it up like an asteroid Possessions, thet are never gonna fill the void Take it away and learn the best lesson The heart, the soul, the life, the passion There's no money, There's no possession, Only obsession, I don't need that shit Take my money, Take my possession, Take my obsession, I don't need that shit Money, Possession, Obsession, Present yourself, press your clothes, comb your hair, and clock in You just can't win Just can't win And the things you own Own you NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Take my money, Take my possession, Take my obsession, I don't need that shit Fuck your money, Fuck your possession, Fuck your obsession, I don't need that shit Money, Possession, Obsession, I don't need that shit   I like the way you stay on attack No matter what, I keep coming back And how you try to hold me down But you end up driven to the ground ... And that you say you will pray for me You realize you are prey for me She-Mail Me Here | ||||
| Banana_juice | posted on 05-31-2001 @ 8:30 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Binge All I need is bottle and I don't need no friends Now wallow in my pain, I swallow as I pretend To act like I'm happy when I drink till no end I'm losing all my friends, I'm losing in the end she says Behave little boy, you better sit back down Till you hold your ground It's your turn to fight, you better sit back down Till you hold your ground When I'm sober, life bores me, so I get drunk again I'm losing my friends, I'm losing in the end she says You better sit back down, you better put that down Put the bottle down, I am on a binge I am on a binge, I wish things would change Wished they'd rearrange, I'm on a binge proud graduate of Newbie University. Honor Student of Lord Magus's class. E-Mail Me | ||||
| SweetAngel | posted on 05-31-2001 @ 9:50 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: May. 01 | Broken home, all alone Broken home, all alone I can't seem to fight these feelings I'm caught in the middle of this And my wounds are not healing I'm stuck in between my parents I wish I had someone to talk to Someone I could confide in I just want to know the truth I just want to know the truth Want to know the truth! Broken home All alone I know my mother loves me But does my father even care? If I'm sad or angry You were never ever there When I needed you I hope you regret what you did I think I know the truth Your father did the same to you Did the same to you! I'm crying day and night now What is wrong with me? I cannot fight now I feel like a weak link Crying day and night now What is wrong with me? I cannot fight now I feel like a weak link (Push it back inside) A weak link Broken home, all alone It feels bad to be alone Crying by yourself living in a broken home How could I tell it? So all y'all could feel it Depression strikes hard just like my old earth would tell it To me, her son, she told me I'm the one Pain bottled up, 'bout to blow like a gun Stories that I tell Are nonfiction And you can't take it back cuz it's already done BROKEN HOME! BROKEN HOOOOME! Can't seem to fight these feelings Caught in the middle of this My wounds are not healing Stuck in between my parents BROKEN HOME! BROKEN HOOOOME!  | ||||
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