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| Posted By | Discussion Topic: Magus' Melancholia, the Revenge! | ||||
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| CriticsLoveSnatch i know better than to ask for a status from you mean ol' mods I shall call him mini-FTL | posted on 08-30-2001 @ 11:58 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00  | Find a more depressing song than this. I dare you. Dave Matthews Band Grace is Gone Neon shines through smoky eyes tonight It’s 2 AM, I’m drunk again It’s heavy on my mind It’s heavy on my mind I could never love again So much as I love you Where you end where I begin Is like a river flowing through Take my heart, take my eyes 'Cause I'll need them no more If never again they’ll fall upon The one I so adore 'Scuse me please, one more drink Could you make it strong 'cause I don’t need to think She broke my heart My Grace is Gone Another drink and I’ll move on One drink to remember, and another to forget How could I ever dream to find a love like this again One drink to remember, and another to forget... Excuse me please, one more drink Would you make it strong 'Cause I don’t need to think She broke my heart My Grace is Gone Another drink and I’ll move on One more drink and ill move on... You think of things impossible Then the sun refuse to shine I woke with you beside me Your cold hand lay in mine 'Scuse me please, one more drink Could you make it strong 'Cause I don’t need to think She broke my heart My Grace is Gone Another drink and I’ll go... 'Scuse me please, one more drink Could you make it strong 'Cause I don’t need to think She broke my heart My Grace is Gone Another drink and I'll move on One more drink and I'll move on One more drink my Grace is Gone.  Anyone else wanting to be adopted IM me at Jemo123 | ||||
| AFDude | posted on 08-31-2001 @ 12:04 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Papa Roach-Broken Home Broken Home Broken home All alone Broken home All alone I can't seem to fight these feelings I'm caught in the middle of this My wounds are not healing I'm stuck in between my parents I wish I had someone to talk to Someone to 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 I'm 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 I'm crying day and night now What is wrong with me I cannot fight now I feel like a weak link 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 y'all could feel it Depression strikes me hard like my old earth would tell it To me, her son, she told me I'm the one Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun Stories that I tell are nonfiction And you can't take it back casue it's already done Broken home Broken home 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 home  | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 09-04-2001 @ 1:47 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Kinda new tune.. the music itself isn't a very downbeat tune.. but the lyrics combined with the overall sound of the song.... this one's definitely a melancholy, though uplifting song I think... Everyday is a new day Im thankful for every breath I take I won't take it for granted So I learn from my mistake Its beyond my control,sometimes its best to let go Whatever happens in this lifetime So I trust in love You have griven me peace of mind I feel so alive for the very first time I can't deny you I feel so alive I feel so alive for the very first time And I think I can fly Sunshine upon my face A new song for me to sing Tell the world how I feel inside Even though it might cost me everything Now that I know this, so beyond, I can't hold this I can never turn my back away Now that I've seen you I can never look away I feel so alive for the very first time I can't deny you I feel so alive I feel so alive for the very first time And I think I can fly Now that I know you (i could never turn my back away) Now that I see you (i could never look away) Now that I know you (i could never turn my back away) Now that I can see you (i believe no matter what they say) I feel so alive for the very first time I can't deny you I feel so alive I feel so alive for the very first time And I think I can fly I feel so alive for the very first time And I think I can fly I feel so alive for the very first time And I think I can fly And I think I can fly And I think I can fly And I think I can fly  No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the gun!" | ||||
| Metalfan | posted on 09-06-2001 @ 8:10 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | Feels good to come home every now and again :-) Far Behind - Candlebox Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you bad But I did it anyway And now maybe Some would say your life was sad But you lived it anyway And so maybe Your friends they stand around they watch your crumble As you falter to the ground And then someday Your friends they stand beside as you were flying Oh you were flying oh so high But them someday people look at you for what they call their own They watch you suffer Yeah they hear you calling home But then some day we could take our time To brush the leaves aside so you can reach us But you left me far behind Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad But I did it anyway Now maybe some would say you're left with what you had But you couldn't share the pain No, no, no Couldn't share the pain, they watch you suffer Now maybe I could have made my own mistakes But I live with what I've known And then maybe we might share in something great But won't you look at where we've grown Won't you look at where we've gone But then someday comes tomorrow holds a sense of what I feel for you in my mind As you trip the final line And that cold day when you lost control Shame you left my life so soon you should have told me But you left me far behind Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad But I did it anyway Now maybe some would say you're left with what you had But you couldn't share the pain No, no, no Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad But I did it anyway Now maybe some would say you're left with what you had But you couldn't share the pain I said times have changed your friends They come and watch you crumble to the ground They watch you suffer Yeah, they hold you down Hold you down Now maybe brother, maybe love I didn't mean to treat you bad But you left me far behind Left me far behind Left me far behind E-Mail Me  Don't just stare at it, eat it.... King Nothing is now under the watchful eye of the reaper.... Psycho Bitch may now wander the land at her own risk. | ||||
| Metalfan | posted on 09-06-2001 @ 8:19 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 00 | Another one, just cuz I miss this place :-) Yesterdays - Guns N Roses Yesterday, There was so many things I was never told Now that I'm startin' to learn I feel I'm growing old 'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me Old pictures that I'll always see Some things could be better In my book of memories Prayers in my pocket And no hand in destiny I'll keep on movin' along With no time to plant my feet 'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me Old pictures that I'll always see Some things could be better If we'd all just let them be Yesterday's got nothin' for me Yesterday's got nothin' for me Got nothin' for me Yesterday, There was so many things I was never shown Suddenly this time I found I'm on the streets and I'm all alone Yesterday's got nothin' for me Old pictures that I'll always see I ain't got time to reminisce old novelties Yesterday's got nothin' for me Yesterday's got nothin' for me Yesterday's got nothin' for me Yesterday Yesterday E-Mail Me Don't just stare at it, eat it.... King Nothing is now under the watchful eye of the reaper.... Psycho Bitch may now wander the land at her own risk. | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 09-06-2001 @ 12:13 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | an Ozzy 2-fer Wine is fine But whiskey's quicker suicide is slow with liquer Take a bottle drain your sorrows Candied thoughts await tommorows Evil thought and evil doings Cold, alone you hang in ruins Thought you'd escape the reaper You can't escape the master keeper 'Cause you feel life's unreal and you're living a lie Such a shame who's to blame and you're wondering why Then you ask from your cask mis there life after birth What you saw can mean hell on this earth Now you live inside a bottle The reaper's travelling at full throttle It's catching you but you don't see The reaper is you and the reaper is me Breaking laws, knocking doors But there's no one at home Made your bed, rest your head But you lie there and moan Where to hide, suicide is the only way out Don't you know what it's really about Wine is fine But whiskey's quicker Suicide is slow with liquer Take a bottle drown your sorrows candied thoughts await tommorow __________________________________________________ Yesterday has been and gone Tommorow will I find the sun or will it rain Everybody's having fun except me I'm the lonely one I live in shame I said goodbye to romance Goodbye to friends Goodbye to all the past I guess that we'll meet, we'll meet in the end I've been the king, I've been the clown Still broken wings can't hold me down I'm free again The jester with the broken crown It won't be me this time around to love in vain I said goodbye to romance Goodbye to friends Goodbye to all the past I guess we'll meet, we'll meet again And to all of you And to all of you I said goodbye to romance Goodbye to friend Goodbye to all the past I guess that we'll meet, we'll meet in the end I said goodbye....... No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the gun!" | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 09-06-2001 @ 10:12 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear And I cant help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague Haunting mass appeal Lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive, oh oh It's driven me before, it seems to be the way That everyone else get around Lately, I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself, my light is found Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there Would you choose water over wine Hold the wheel and drive Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there With open arms and open eyes yeah Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the gun!" | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 09-08-2001 @ 2:04 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Benaeth the snow lies a dream that I once had And I know that I'll never go back To the Christmas colored neigborhood Thoughtful as a card With a plastic baby Jesus In the yard And it was all And it was nothing At all And it was all And it was nothing At all What we didn't know We didn't think to ask The world was just a globe We used in class Where the gym teacher Was always mad And as far as we could tell He only exercised His right to yell And it was all And it was nothing At all And it was all And it was nothing At all As the kings of boredom We ruled as we knew how Or at least as long As our curfews would allow Couple skates, lovesick songs In moments without pause As Johnny Cougar amplified Our cause And it was all And it was nothing At all And it was all And it was nothing At all We were the great believers That dreams came with stars And freedom just depended On the car Until one day The sky fell in And freedom lost control And ran off the road And hit a pole And it was all And it was nothing At all And it was all And it was nothing At all And it was all And it was nothing At all And it was all And it was nothing At all Benaeth the snow lies a dream that I once had...  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild Your words once heard they can place you in a faction My words may disturb but at least there's a reaction
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I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 10-03-2001 @ 11:23 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Never made it as a wise man I couldn't cut it as A poor man stealing Tired of living like a blind man I'm sick of sight without A sense of feeling And this is how you remind me This is how you remind me Of what I really am This is how you remind me Of what I really am It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you A heart worth breaking I've been wrong I've been down Into the bottom of every bottle These five words in my head Scream Are we having fun yet? Yeah, yeah, yeah No, no Yeah, yeah, yeah No, no It's not like you didn't know that I said I love you and I swear I still do And it must have been so bad 'Cause living with him must have Damn near killed you And this is how you remind me Of what I really am This is how you remind me Of what I really am It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you A heart worth breaking And I've been wrong I've been down Into the bottom of every bottle These five words in my head Scream Are we having fun yet? Yeah, yeah, yeah No, no Yeah, yeah, yeah No, no Yeah, yeah, yeah No, no Yeah, yeah, yeah No, no Never made it as a wise man I couldn't cut it as A poor man stealing And this is how you remind me This is how you remind me This is how you remind me Of what I really am This is how you remind me Of what I really am It's not like you to say sorry I was waiting on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you A heart worth breaking And I've been wrong I've been down Into the bottom of every bottle These five words in my head Scream Are we having fun yet? Yeah, yeah Are we having fun yet? Yeah, yeah Are we having fun yet? Yeah, yeah Are we having fun yet? Yeah, yeah No, no, no  No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the gun!" | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 10-03-2001 @ 11:38 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Some more Harry Chapin (remember these are songs from the 60's, so the wording's a little dated, but the stories are powerful, and Chapin only only wrote 1 NON depressing song i think..) 1: Bummer His mama was a midnight woman His daddy was a drifter drummer One night they put it together Nine months later came the little black bummer He was a laid back lump in the cradle Chewing the paint chips that fell from the ceiling Whenever he cried he got a fist in his face So he learned not to show his feelings He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school Left back twice by the seventh grade Sniffing glue in Junior High And the first one in school to get laid He was a weed-speed pusher at fifteen He was mainlining skag a year later He'd started pimping when they put him away In jail he changed from a junkie to a hater And just like the man from the precinct said: "Put him away, you better kill him instead. A bummer like that is better of dead Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head." They threw him back on the street, he robbed an A & P He didn't blink at the buddy that he shafted And just about the time they would have caught him too He had the damn good fortune to get drafted He was A-One bait for Vietnam, you see they needed more bodies in a hurry He was a cinch to train cause all they had to do Was to figure how to funnel his fury They put him in a tank near the D M Z To catch the gooks slipping over the border They said his mission was to Search and Destroy And for once he followed and order One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po Valley With the ground still steaming from the rain There was a bloody little battle that didn't mean nothing Except to the few that remained You see a couple hundred slants had trapped the other five tanks And had started to pick off the crews When he came on the scene and it really did seem This is why he'd paid those dues It was something like a butcher going berserk Or a sane man acting like a fool Or the bravest thing that a man had ever done Or a madman blowing his cool Well he came on through like a knife through butter Or a scythe sweeping through the grass Or to say it like the man would have said it himself: "Just a big black bastard kicking ass!" And just like the man from the precinct said: "Put him away, you better kill him instead. A bummer like that is better of dead Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head." When it was over and the smoke had cleared There were a lot of V C bodies in the mud And when the rescued men came over for the very first time They found him smiling as he lay in his blood They picked up the pieces and they stitched him back together He pulled through though they thought he was a goner And it force them to give him what they said they would Six purple hearts and the Medal of Honor Of course he slouched as the chief white honkey said: "Service beyond the call of duty" But the first soft thought was passing through his mind "My medal is a Mother of a beauty!" He got a couple of jobs with the ribbon on his chest And though he tried he really couldn't do 'em There was only a couple of things that he was really trained for And he found himself drifting back to 'em Just about the time he was ready to break The V A stopped sending him his checks Just a matter of time 'cause there was no doubt About what he was going to do next It ended up one night in a grocery store Gun in hand and nine cops at the door And when his last battle was over He lay crumpled and broken on the floor And just like the man from the precinct said: "Put him away, you better kill him instead. A bummer like that is better of dead Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head." Well he'd breathed his last, but ten minutes past Before they dared to enter the place And when they flipped his riddled body over they found His second smile frozen on his face They found his gun where he'd thrown it There was something else clenched in his fist And when they pried his fingers open they found the Medal of Honor And the Sergeant said: "Where in the hell he get this?" There was a stew about burying him in Arlington So they shipped him in box to Fayette And they kind of stashed him in a grave in the county plot The kind we remember to forget And just like the man from the precinct said: "Put him away, you better kill him instead. A bummer like that is better of dead Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head." No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the gun!" | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 10-03-2001 @ 11:41 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | and.. 2 Sniper: It is an early Monday morning. The sun is becoming bright on the land. No one is watching as he comes a walking. Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands. He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus. He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs. The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing, The sound of the silence when no one was there. I didn't really know him. He was kind of strange. Always sort of sat there. He never seemed to change. He reached the catwalk. He put done his burden. The four sided clock began to chime. Seven AM, the day is beginning. So much to do and so little time. He looks at the city where no one had known him. He looks at the sky where no one looks down. He looks at his life and what it has shown him. He looks for his shadow it cannot be found. He was such a moody child, very hard to touch. Even as a baby he never smiled too much. No no.No no. You bug me, she said. Your ugly, she said. Please hug me, I said. But she just sat there With the same flat stare That she saves for me alone When I'm home. When I'm home. Take me home. He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun, He stacked up the cartridges along the wall. He knew he would need them for his conversation. If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all. He said Listen you people I've got a question You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow. I found a way that will get me an answer. Been waiting to ask you 'till now. Right now ! Am I ? I am a lover whose never been kissed. Am I ? I am a fighter whose not made a fist. Am I ? If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed. How do I know I exist ? Are you listening to me ? Are you listening to me ? Am I ? The first words he spoke took the town by surprise. One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye. It blew her through the window wedged her against the door. Reality poured from her face, staining the floor. He was kind of creepy, Sort of a dunce. I met him at the corner bar. I only dated the poor boy once, That's all. Just once, that was all. Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car. Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far. The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades. He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle. In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed. He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise. Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy. Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls, Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls. Thirty-seven people got his message so far. Yes, he was reaching them right were they are. They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers. They had to go and get him, that much was clear. And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's. In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be ?" He was a very dull boy, very taciturn. Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn. No no.No no. They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me Stay in the bright light too long. It's getting on noon now, it's goin to be soon now. But oh, what a wonderful sound ! Mama, won't you nurse me ? Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness. Mama, it's getting worse for me. Won't you please make me warm and mindless ? Mama, yes you have cursed me. I never will forgive you for your blindness. I hate you! The wires are all humming for me. And I can hear them coming for me. Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear. Not any more though they've blasted the door. As the copter dropped the gas he shouted " Who cares ?" . They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs. As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun, With their final fusillade his answer had come. Am I ? There is no way that you can hide me. Am I ? Though you have put your fire inside me. Am I ? You've given me my answer can't you see ? I was ! I am ! and now I Will Be I WILL BE !!! No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the gun!" | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 10-04-2001 @ 1:00 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | I'm only happy when it rains I'm only happy when it's complicated And though I know you can't appreciate it I'm only happy when it rains You know I love it when the news is bad And why it feels so good to feel so sad I'm only happy when it rains Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me I'm only happy when it rains I feel good when things are going wrong I only listen to the sad, sad songs I'm only happy when it rains I only smile in the dark My only comfort is the night gone black I didn't accidentally tell you that I'm only happy when it rains You'll get the message by the time I'm through When I complain about me and you I'm only happy when it rains Pour your misery down Pour your misery down Pour your misery down on me Pour your misery down Pour your misery down Pour your misery down Pour your misery down on me Pour your misery down Pour your misery down Pour your misery down Pour your misery down on me Pour your misery down Pour your misery down You can keep me company As long as you don't care I'm only happy when it rains You wanna hear about my new obsession? I'm riding high upon a deep depression I'm only happy when it rains Pour some misery down on me I'm only happy when it rains Pour some misery down on me I'm only happy when it rains Pour some misery down on me I'm only happy when it rains Pour some misery down on me I'm only happy when it rains Pour some misery down on me No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "Good? Bad? I'm the guy with the gun!" | ||||
Pompous, Arrogant, Enigmatic, Bitter, Quirky, Misanthrope with a Weird Sense of Humor and an Iron Clad Memory while flooding the board with my Stream of Consciousness UFC STRIKE 3 (I'm a dick and I like to ruin people's plans) | posted on 10-04-2001 @ 1:36 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Aug. 00 | Ahem Ahem... What am I the Rodney Dangerfield of posters? I get no respect or support for that matter LOL :) Anyway, Magus if you need to talk, I am here for you. As long as your "balloon not" is there for me. You know how to reach me, we still have that ESP going...  Funny how ev'rything was roses When we held on to the guns Write To Me Here AIM: SmarterChild
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| kindredbabe | posted on 10-20-2001 @ 12:19 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Aug. 01 | In These Arms You want commitment Take a look into these eyes They burn with a fire, Just for you now Until the end of time I would do anything I'd beg, I'd steal, I'd die To have you in these arms tonight Baby I want you like the roses Want the rain You know I need you Like a poet needs the pain I would give anything My blood my love my life If you were in these arms tonight I'd hold you I'd need you I'd get down on my knees for you And make everything alright If you were in these arms I'd love you I'd please you I'd tell you that I'd never leave you And love you till the end of time If you were in these arms tonights We stared at the sun And we made a promise A promise this world would never blind us These are my words Our words were our songs Our songs are our prayers These prayers keep me strong It's what I believe If you were in these arms tonight If you were in these arms tonight I'd hold you I'd need you I'd get down on my knees for you And make everything alright If you were in these arms I'd love you I'd please you I'd tell you that I'd never leave you And love you till the end of time If you were in these arms tonights Your clothes are still scatteder All over our room This old place still smells like Your cheap perfume Everything here reminds me of you And there's nothing that I Wouldn't do to be in your arms And these were our words They keep me strong I'd hold you I'd need you I'd get down on my knees for you And make everything alright If you were in these arms I'd love you I'd please you I'd tell you that I'd never leave you And love you till the end of time If you were in these arms tonights  | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 12-27-2001 @ 11:12 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | The song may not SOUND it.. but anyone familiar with it's literary inspiration, "Johnny got His Gun" will understand why it fits: I Can't Remember Anything Can't Tell If this Is True or Dream Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream this Terrible Silence Stops Me Now That the War Is Through with Me I'm Waking up I Can Not See That There Is Not Much Left of Me Nothing Is Real but Pain Now Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death Oh Please God,wake Me Back in the Womb its Much Too Real in Pumps Life That I must Feel but Can't Look Forward to Reveal Look to the Time When I'll Live Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me Just like a Wartime Novelty Tied to Machines That Make Me Be Cut this Life off from Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death Oh Please God,wake Me Now the World Is Gone I'm Just One Oh God,help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death Oh Please God Help Me Darkness Imprisoning Me All That I See Absolute Horror I Cannot Live I Cannot Die Trapped in Myself Body My Holding Cell Landmine Has Taken My Sight Taken My Speech Taken My Hearing Taken My Arms Taken My Legs Taken My Soul Left Me with Life in Hell No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "I'm gonna change my name to Pimp Daddy Payne!" | ||||
I have Cool-Mod-Powers and can read the Cool-Mod-Forum, then I drive home in my Cool-Mod-Car UFC | posted on 12-27-2001 @ 11:18 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a new born baby it just happens ev'ry day I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and it has been painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the settin' sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes Hmm, hmm, hmm,... I wanna see it painted, painted black Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black Yeah! No! I am NOT a Goth Dude!! "I'm gonna change my name to Pimp Daddy Payne!" | ||||
| Banana_juice | posted on 12-28-2001 @ 10:27 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | hurt Nine Inch Nails i hurt myself today to see if i still feel i focus on the pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but i remember everything what have i become? my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt i wear this crown of shit upon my liar's chair full of broken thoughts i cannot repair beneath the stain of time the feelings disappear you are someone else i am still right here what have i become? my sweetest friend everyone i know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself i would find a way  E-Mail Me special thanks to maynard and grumpy for the sig pic and the help posting it | ||||
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