And now I stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight wondering who the fuck was me in a past-life
Bad diet, fuck raw, die young, fast life, same as a crash flight that took off when the music died on your last night
And now I stare in to the future with a spiritual flashlight wondering who the fuck was me in a past-life
Bad diet, fuck raw, die young, fast life, same as a crash flight that took off when the music died on your last night
Bittersweet
You're gonna be the death of me
I don't want you, but I need you
I love you and hate you at the very same time
Bittersweet
See what I want so much, shit never hurt this bad
Never did this before, that's what the virgin says
We've been generally warned, that's what the surgeon says
God talk to me now, this is an emergency
And she claim she only with me for the currency
You cut me deep bitch, cut me like surgery
And I was too proud to admit that it was hurting me
I'd never do that to you, at least purposely
We breaking up again, we making up again
But we don't love no more, I guess we fucking then
Have you ever felt you ever want to kill her?
And you mix them emotions with tequila
And you mix that with a little bad advice
Rode the Piper by and down the river.
Carcass crippled underneath,
The pounding waves of adoration.
Pied Piper float on down the river.
Bloated carcass, crippled knee,
The weight of adoration.
Moving in and out of the shadows.
It's no easy mission,
Holding on to how I picture you.
Sing me a song, you're a singer
Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil
The devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you're a taker
So it's on and on and on, it's heaven and hell
Oh well
The lover of life's not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming
So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell
I can tell
Fool, fool
Oh uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion
For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
And it's on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on and on
They say that life's a carousel
Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well
The world is full of kings and queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
It's heaven and hell, oh well
And they'll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
It's heaven and hell, oh no
Fool, fool
You've got to bleed for the dancer
Fool, fool
Look for the answer
Fool, fool, fool
I will keep quiet
You won’t even know I’m here
You won’t suspect a thing
You won’t see me in the mirror
But I crept into your heart
You can’t make me disappear
Til I make you
I made myself at home
In the cobwebs and the lies
I’m learning all your tricks
I can hurt you from inside
I made myself a promise
You would never see me cry
Til I make you
You’ll never know what hit you
Won’t see me closing in
I’m gonna make you suffer
This hell you put me in
I’m underneath your skin
The devil within
You’ll never know what hit you
[hope I didn't post this recently. hah]
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
This passion takes you to the strangest places,
it’s hard to trace it from the start,
Fear’s no reason to be complacent,
you discover your soul when you open up your heart,
Pounding drums and cries for mercy
pierce these dreams right through your chest,
as things go numb you see the clearing,
December calls again and again,
A life worth living is a life to die for,
the thunder breaks before the end,
I see you smiling as you close your eyes,
there’s no time for goodbyes,
there’s no time for goodbyes,
When you left this world we were worlds apart,
the great awake distressed my heart,
Bound by the underworld and covered up in gold,
the good die young but their memories grow old,
Pounding drums and cries for mercy
pierce these dreams right through your chest,
as things go numb you see the clearing,
December calls again and again,
A life worth living is a life to die for,
the thunder breaks before the end,
I see you smiling as you close your eyes,
there’s no time for goodbyes,
there's no time for goodbyes,
You’ve always lived for the life you wrote and now
I’m living life and reaching heights for you.
Can you see me now you’re free,
are you looking down on me.
A life worth living is a life to die for,
the thunder breaks before the end,
I see you smiling as you close your eyes,
there’s no time for goodbyes,
there's no time for goodbyes
I've got something here worth fighting for.
(Give it all, Give it all, Give it all)
Give me everything that you've got.
Its all for one, or its none for all.
You're giving me the reason to keep coming back again and again.
(Give it all, Give it all, Give it all)
Not a single voice unheard or unspoken.
I'm not passing time, not along for the ride.
You're the fuel to my fire, now watch me burn.
Who needs fame, and who needs fortune?
Cause I've got guts, and I've got glory.
We took a shot in the dark, and we might have failed.
This is our one chance.
So ready to see how things turn out.
I might have to bite the bullet again.
Resentment is no longer my cross to bear.
Bitterness and emptiness are a thing of the past.
I've found my shelter, I have my home.
I've got something here worth fighting for.
(Give it all, Give it all, Give it all)
Give me everything that you've got.
Its all for one, or its none for all.
You're giving me the reason to keep coming back again and again.
(Give it all, Give it all, Give it all)
Not a single voice unheard or unspoken.
I'm not passing time, not along for the ride.
You're the fuel to my fire, now watch me burn.
There's no coming back from this.
This could be my destiny, I won't stray from the path.
Nothing else can take control of my mind.
I've got something here worth fighting for.
(Give it all, Give it all, Give it all)
Give me everything that you've got.
Its all for one, or its none for all.
You're giving me the reason to keep coming back again and again.
(Give it all, Give it all, Give it all)
Not a single voice unheard or unspoken.
I'm not passing time, not along for the ride.
You're the fuel to my fire, now watch me burn.
(Burn)
I went to about five funerals this year
And I felt so empty that I couldn't even shed a tear.
I felt so fucking selfish, all I thought about was me
And how I'd love to lay down on my back and just float out to sea.
How I'm constantly losing my shit while my friends are losing family.
I had something like a hundred bad days this year
Where at the end of each one I couldn't wait to just get out of here.
If you knew how many times I thought
"the dead must have it pretty sweet"
I'd get beat.
So when I go, please don't cry.
It's not like I deserve to die but I've been burning bridges, man.
Since day number one.
And when the pack keeps lapping me and I don't fit in anywhere and don't know what to do
I wish that they took me instead of you.
Do you have a good time?
Do you do you want or do you do what people want from you?
When you hit a certain age, does everyone stop having fun?
I seem to think it's true.
Is exuberance a deterrent for which we pay a fee?
Is a quiet nod the only way?
Can't we loudly disagree?
It seems like these things, they work out for everyone.
Everyone but me.
So when I go, please don't cry.
It's not like I deserve to die but
Baby, we ain't born to mourn and there's no hope in mope.
And when the pack keeps lapping me and I don't fit in anywhere and don't know what to do
I wish that they took me instead of you.
Don't treat it like a race
There's no winner at the finish line.
Just treat it like a bar 'cause we all gotta leave some time.
We can't fight the future so why do we even care?
We won't always have the luxury of sun-kissed summer air.
Perfect and indestructible, like me...
The burning desire
To live and roam free
It shines in the dark
And it grows within me
You're holding my hand but you don't understand
So where I am going, you wont be in the end
I'm dreaming in colors
Of getting the chance
Of dreaming of trying the perfect romance
The search of the door, to open your mind
In search of the cure of mankind
Help us were drowning
So close up inside
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia?
How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?
I'm searching for Answers, not given for free
Your hurting inside, is there life within me?
You're holding my hand but you don't understand
So you're taking the road all alone in the end
I'm dreaming in colors, no boundaries are there
I'm dreaming the dream, and I'll sing to share
In search of the door, to open your mind
In search of the cure of mankind
Help us were drowning
So close up inside
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain, down on utopia?
And when the lights die down, telling us who we are
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are?
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia
And when the lights die down, telling us who we are
Why does it rain?
I didn't know if I would ever feel the same
The way I used to feel before you'd gone
I didn't know if the ache would ever go away
I only knew I had to go on
I know I should've noticed it was coming
I just wanted to pretend I was blind
I don't know if you ever really loved me
Or maybe you were just passing time
Well I guess you'll never know but I've finally let you go
And the rain may be falling on my window
But I feel like I'm coming alive
Yesterday I was trying so hard not to cry
But today I feel fine, let it rain
I know you always thought I'd stay here waiting
Just in case you wanted to come back
But you never thought I might start healing
Maybe I just would not want you back
Well I guess you'll never know but I've finally let you go
And the rain may be falling on my window
But I feel like I'm coming alive
Yesterday I was trying so hard not to cry
But today I feel fine
Yesterday I was trying so hard not to cry
But today I feel fine and I am not losing my mind
So today I feel fine, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain, rain
Ohhhhh-
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain on me
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Ohhhhh
Let it rain, let it rain, let it-
rain on me
Let it rain-
let it rain on me
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Cut like diamonds
Set aside like an ocean's island
Or a child in a field
With nowhere to go
Memories
As heavy as a stone
Chocolate Rain
The school books say it can't be here again
Chocolate Rain
The prisons make you wonder where it went
Chocolate Rain
Build a tent and say the world as dry
Chocolate Rain
Zoom the camera out and see the light
Chocolate Rain
Forecast to be falling yesterday
Chocolate Rain
Only in the past is what they say
Chocolate Rain
Raised your neighborhood insurance rates
Chocolate Rain
Makes us happy 'livin in a gay
Chocolate Rain
Made me cross the street the other day
Chocolate Rain
Made you turn your head the other way
(Chorus)
Chocolate Rain
History quickly crashing through your veins
Chocolate Rain
Using you to fall back down again
[Repeat]
Chocolate Rain
Seldom mentioned on the radio
Chocolate Rain
It's the fear your leaders car control
Chocolate Rain
Worse than swearing, worse than calling names
Chocolate Rain
Say it publicly, and you're insane
Chocolate Rain
No one wants to hear about it now
Chocolate Rain
Wish real hard it goes away somehow
Chocolate Rain
Makes the best of friends begin to fight
Chocolate Rain
But did they know each other in the light?
Chocolate Rain
Every February washed away
Chocolate Rain
Stays behind as colors celebrate
Chocolate Rain
The same crime has a higher price to pay
Chocolate Rain
The judge and jury swear it's not in the face
(Chorus)
Chocolate Rain
Dirty secrets of economy
Chocolate Rain
Turns that body into GDP
Chocolate Rain
The bell curve blames the baby's DNA
Chocolate Rain
But test scores are how much the parents made
Chocolate Rain
Flippin' cars in France the other night
Chocolate Rain
Cleans the sewers out beneath Mumbai
Chocolate Rain
'Cross the world and back it's all the same
Chocolate Rain
Angels cry and shake their heads in shame
Chocolate Rain
Lifts the ark of paradise in sin
Chocolate Rain
Which part do you think you're 'livin in?
Chocolate Rain
More than marchin' more than past and law
Chocolate Rain
Remake how we got to where we are
(Let's get it) Tonight I can't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah)
First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy)
Road Trip ya--I'm trafficing in the white
Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah)
Who Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeez a rida (Jeez a rida)
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks
Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy)
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop (Now)
'Cuz I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)
'Cuz er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped (Now)
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor
Another day, another dolla (dolla)-same block, same nigga, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy)
Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares)
We let the doves do it for us -- we don't cry tears (That's right)
Real niggaz don't budge
When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah)
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to re-up, I'm knee deep in the cane (Damn)
Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne)
If you get jammed up don't mention my name
Forgive me Lord--I know I aint livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appetites(Ayy)
And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old)
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah)
This aint a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life)
And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah)
Gotta watch er' move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you)
Gotta drive real cool when them pies be on you (pies be on you)
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous)
Them alphabet boys gotta us under survalence (Ayy)
(Like animals) They lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I aint cheat--played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy)
'Cuz if you lookin' for me you you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
Real G--thoroughbred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' now
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
And the days go by
Like a strand in the wind
In the web that is my own
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby
Nothin' else mattered
He was no more
(He was no more)
Than a baby then
Well, he seemed broken hearted
Somethin' within him
But the moment
That I first laid
Eyes on him
All alone on the edge of seventeen
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's opened if you're true
If you can understand the me, then I can understand the you
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining...
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there? 'Cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven, too?
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Down in a hole and they've put all
The stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
Of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feelin so small
Down in a hole, losin my soul
I'd like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied
Bury me softly in this womb
Oh I want to be inside of you
I give this part of me for you
Oh I want to be inside of you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers (Oh I want to be inside of you)
In a tomb... in bloom
Oh I want to be inside...
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical
Science in the home
Late nights all alone with a test-tube ohh oh oh oh
Maxwell Edison majoring in medicine
Calls her on the phone
Can I take you out to the pictures, Joan?
But as she's getting ready to go
A knock comes on the door
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head
Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead
Aperture Science:
We do what we must
because we can
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
It's poetry in motion
She turned her tender eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
And failed me in biology
Mmm - but it's poetry in motion
And when she turned her eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm - but she blinded me with science
And failed me in geometry
When she's dancing next to me
I can hear machinery
Blinding me with science
It's poetry in motion
And now she's making love to me
The spheres're in commotion
The elements in harmony
She blinded me with science
And hit me with technology
"Good heavens Miss Sakamoto - you're beautiful!"
I -
I don't believe it!
There she goes again.
She's tidied up, and I can't find anything.
All my tubes and wires
And careful notes
And antiquated notions
Mathematics is a difficult thing
I never understood what was the missing link
And by the time I'd calculated the correct solution
The question had escaped me and so did the conclusion
So tell me, everything must always be for two
Or nothing else is true and I'll believe you
Cos your X is equal to my Y but equations pass me by
So will you take just a little of my mind
And subtract it by my soul
Add a fraction of your heart
And you'll see it makes me whole
Multiply it by the times that we've never been apart
You'll see nothing can divide just a heart plus a heart
A little of my mind
Take it from my soul
A fraction of your heart
See it makes me whole
And multiply the times, we'll never be apart
Cos nothing can divide a heart plus a heart
Don't know my Fibonacci or Pythagoras
But the only formula I know will work for us
Is that when we're together in the sum of our parts
It's more greater than what we added up to at the start
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Peace at last
Through stormin' seas and broken masts
I lay my final anchor
Relinquish pain and anger
Face to face
I long to be in the same place
Our love letters I've burned,
to you I must return
A sad refrain as tears depart
A word remains that I can start
To map the borders of my heart
And change the channels that I chart
Though seasons change and seeds may start
The beauty of a broken heart
Cannot be seen but in full view
The colors can come back to you
A love supreme, an ancient art
A finely tuned piano part
That plays its notes from stop to start
And hinges on a broken heart
Effortlessly gliding down the spiral headed toward the ground
Of radiance arriving much too soon
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I sing the body electric
I celebrate the me yet to come
I toast to my own reunion
When I become one with the sun
And I'll look back on Venus
I'll look back on Mars
And I'll burn with the fire of ten million stars
And in time, and in time we will all be stars
I sing the body electric
I glory in the glow of rebirth
Creating my own tomorrow
When I shall embody the earth
And I'll serenade Venus
I'll serenade Mars
And I'll burn with the fire of ten million stars
And in time, and in time we will all be stars
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Living in the middle of furniture
Felt like a part of it
Suddenly I realized
I was living a hackneyed life
The furniture started to move
I was taken away by the moving hands
I had been spared
Of a living like furniture
I started to move and I went into town
I fucked every nice looking man
Business in the night
And sleepin' by day
I missed the feeling that's called love
I was running away for the hands
The hands who where bringing me poison
Of living and death
And again I had been spared
I was taken away by unknowing hands
And it felt so great and it was so warm
I was saved by what they call love
This I mean to whisper to my mind
This I mean to laugh with in my mind
This I mean my mind to serve 'til
Service is but Magic
Moving through the world
And mind itself is Magic
Coursing through the flesh
And flesh itself is Magic
Dancing on a clock
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Cold late night, so long ago
When I was not so strong, you know
A pretty man came to me
Never seen eyes so blue
I could not run away
It seemed we'd seen each other in a dream
It seemed like he knew me
He looked right through me
Yea
Come on home, girl
He said with a smile
You don't have to love me yet
Let's get high awhile
But try to understand
Try to understand
Try, try, try to understand
I'm a magic man
Winter nights we sang in tune
Played inside the months of moon
Never think of never
Let this spell last forever
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Magician Magician take me upon your wings
and ... gently roll the clouds away
I'm sorry so sorry I have no incantations
only words to help sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want to count to five
turn around and find myself gone
Fly me through the storm
and wake up in the calm
I could bind your beautiful wrists
And shut your beautiful eyes, with the drugs, with the drugs, with the drugs.
And kick your beautiful doors in
O shame on your beautiful friends. Cause it's all over
It's all over
You're deaf to it, blind to it
It's like a thunderclap
Feel the prickles running
Up and down your back
Why so divine, the pain of love
You have to work at it, stay with it
Pay for it, bust your ass
Lie for it, cheat for it
Forget about your past
Why so divine, the pain of love
You dream of it passionate
You get a rise from it
Feel the hot cum
Dripping on your thighs from it
Why why so divine, the pain of love
Sometimes you crave for it, cry for it
Women will die for it
Looking back, cut the crap
Was it really worth the rap?
It's hard to survive the pain of love
Ooh I need a time out
Substitute a line out
I'll be back next season with a bang
Even though she's late for the dance
I tell you tonight she's really gonna have a ball
She's gonna really tie me up
Why so divine the pain of love
I'm the girl you've been thinking about
The one thing you can't live without
I'm the girl you've been waiting for
I'll have you down on your knees
I'll have you begging for more
You probably thought I wouldn't get this far
You thought I'd end up in the back of a car
You probably thought that I'd never escape
I'd be a rat in a cage, I'd be a slave to this place
You don't know how hard I fought to survive,
Waking up alone when I was left to die
You don't know about this life I've lived,
All these roads I've walked
All these tears I've bled
So how can this be?
You're praying to me
There's a look in your eyes,
I know just what that means
I can be, I can be your everything
I can be your whore!
I am the dirt you created
I am your sinner
I am your whore
But let me tell you something baby
You love me for everything you hate me for
I'm the one that you need and fear
Now that you're hooked, it's all becoming clear
That all your judgments that you placed on me
Was a reflection of discovery
So maybe next time when you cast your stones
From the shadows of the dark unknown
You will crawl up from your hiding place
Take a look in the mirror
See the truth in your face
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Take me where the angels fall
You take it all
You give no quarter for my love
You raise me high to tear me down
Leaves you reeling, feels like stealing
Frantic moments of kamikaze love
Broken phrases, distorted faces
Misunderstanding standing in between
These stolen moments hijack my love
Miss Understanding grinning through her teeth
I'm miss autonomy, miss nowhere
I'm at the bottom of me
Miss androgyny, miss don't care
What I've done to me
I am misused, I don't wanna do
Be not your slave
Misguided, I mind it
I'm missin' the train
And I don't know where I've been
And I don't know what I'm into
And I don't know what I've done to me
And as I watch you disappear into the ground
My one mistake was that I never let you down
So I'll waste my time and I'll burn my mind
On miss nothing, miss everything
I'm miss fortune, miss so soon
I'm like a bottle of pain
Miss matter, you had her
Now she's goin' away
I'm misused, miss-cunt-strued
I don't need to be saved
Miss slighted, I mind it
I'm stuck in the rain
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Isn't it awfully nice to have a penis
Isn't it frightfully good to have a dong?
It's swell to have a stiffy, it's divine to own a dick
From the tiniest little tadger to the world's biggest prick
So three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas
You can wrap it up in ribbons, you can slip it in your sock
But don't take it out in public or they will stick you in the dock
And you won't come back
Last edited by Amber; 02-02-2015 at 10:09 PM.
- In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how
Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded
Knowing they'd remain the boss
Knowing he would pay the cost
They saw he was severely reprimanded
In the blackest cell on "A" Block
He hanged himself at dawn
With a note stuck to the bunk head
Don't mess with me, just take me home
- Taking a ride inside a dream
Living a world I've never seen
Wishes come true that should have been
Looks familiar, feels obscene
Inside a dream
"The land of dreams is better far
Above the light of the morning star"
Driving along a song will play
something I only heard today
A new melody with such delay
The music will never fade away
Welcome to fine light when it comes to the fight
Tell you when we're no longer revived
Dripping in the way correct you stay
When you went so low expect the gray
Won't give in to you
Won't give in to you
Because of this illusion
There is nothing left to say
Burning off your memories
Hope is fading away
Surrender all your faith
Surrender all your dreams
And forget the pain of yesterday
Into the night, into the flame
Out of the ashes where healing begins
Into the heart, into the world
That is where all our healing begins
Last edited by Amber; 02-04-2015 at 10:03 PM.
When I'm loosing control
Will you turn me away
Or touch me deep inside
LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There's no way this could die
She's the queen of mixed signals and I'm the king of lies
It'll take a lifetime before we can get this right
She's the hope to my dreams, and the least of my fears
She's the girl I've been searching for year after year
I hear your voice, I'm calling your name
Though this catastrophe is putting me to shame
These castle walls are far to concrete
So I'm breaking down admitting defeat
Run baby run as fast you can
Your songs always on, playing over again
In my mind I know, that I'll see you one day
It's been about year now,
But you're a minute too late
Can't fight, can't fight this feeling
Dancing around to the rhythm that surrounds me
Can't stop, can't stop this feeling now
And I know that you're not in it to win it
But you're only here to beat me at my own game
I'm a liar, I'm a cheat, I've got hundreds of enemies
But you're the reason for all this pain
I'll take a step down
And surrender my crown
This isn't me
I'm not who I want to be.
Fake your way through a conversation
Tell her all the things you wish were true
Don't synthesize her
Don't redesign her
She's no prize for
A synthesizer
Last edited by Amber; 02-05-2015 at 03:48 PM.