It was late in July in the midst of his teens. He staggered onto the sand alone as nobody else could be seen. Sat to ponder when a nightmare intervened.
I got wise, why pretend. That my season will come again?. I open my mind just to find I'm all alone. I try my hand when I can. It's never easy to understand.
Hope, could it be so lost?. Or is it under appreciated just like the rest?. Death, couldn't be so bad. Or is it under appreciated just like the rest?.
I wish you a sucky christmas,. I wish you a sucky christmas,. I wish you a shitty christmas,. and hate Richard Gere. . I wish you a shitty christmas,.
A stable place in the scheme was all that you asked for,. You find it hard to concentrate through the laughter. . Use the height of competence, to break the common ground.
Target locked and ruthless. You're poised to get your basis back, how detrimental. Pathetic basket case that went unheard. As innocence, a dirty word, is annihilated.
vital signs are slow and steady. so attentive still not ready. as I was just about to say. you are the one that's over. I am sporadic movement. you are sporadic movement.
arrr uhhhhhhhhh guhhhh. . Who's there?. ah uh ah. . *grunt*. . Now get outta here.. huuh, you fool get the fuck out!. mmhhhm. You ready?. . You Goddamn better believe it..
Hello?. Hey, Whats up?. Hey, Who is this?. Nothin', God dude. I want to slip it into you so bad. What are you doin' tonight?. (Hangs up). (Laughs).
"Sink Into The Underground". . I can't breathe I can't get this out. Don't know and I can't explain. But still I feel that I will... I'll be the only one now.
You know what makes me happy. The things that make you sad. The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag. I found my indecision. The product of the media grime.
the psychotic dress the senseless feature. it terrifies every living creature. predictability is wearing thin. groundbreaking practice for the preacher.
You know what makes me happy. The things that make you sad. The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag. I found my indecision. The product of the media grime.
You better watch out, you better not cry. You better not pout I'm telling you why. . Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! F**k!. . He's making a list, he's checking it twice.
The first time I saw you I thought that I. Would just make another. And then I realized that in life you were. Just another mirror. The first words you spoke were the ones that I.
I've seen it done like the way the dogs do. I'll think it over, we're standing into. Your phony life but now it's all dry. Can't take it you will see.
I've seen it done like the way the dogs do. I'll think it over, we're standing into. Your phony life but now it's all dry. Can't take it you will see.
Out of the woodwork, keeping hidden where they hide. Par for the course, the highest horse on which they ride. The devil's grin, illness is in so claim your prize.
these things don't belong. on my list at all. culture is white mixed with red. but I won't be caught dead. . one day I'll try. to give the world a view.