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Gasoline RainbowsWith dawn slowly aproaching
and our intrest quickly fading
we talk in whispers
telling each other lies
because the truth is such a bore
promise me to pass the time
Sit with me throughout the nightfall
kiss me under the gassoline rainbows
dance with me within the flames
sit with me atop plastic tears
pass the time untill dawn arrives
and everything dissapears
then well stumble home together
like we did the night before
Warget out your guns
gather your weapons
were gonna shoot em down
were going to war
were fighting for an idea
something we think is right
well win this battle
well put up a fight!
now the battlefeilds littered
blood and flesh decay
weve won the battle
but for what price
Societies Finestbrittle skin and withered bones
a plastic surgory gone wrong
the prices we pay to be beautifull
cancers never looked better
they're sizing you up
their words echo from every dirrection
they get joy from putting you down
you just cant keep up with these fashion divas
tonight youre the whisper on their lips
no sugar coated words for you
to them your names cheap
when did they get so confident?
choke back your tears
it doesnt matter what they say
youve never looked better
and they just cant take it
they get their joy from putting you down
while you cut yourself up
to fit societies vew of perfect
you cant buy beauty
Sex Symbolshes got her cigaretts
her flashy mini skirt
she wears their sex apon her sleeve
there she goes again
in all her overdramatic wonder
a muse of the nightlife
shes a sex symbol on parade
with her pinpoint pupils
and her hair a mess
she could make a million bucks with the face shes got
shes a heroin addict at her best
can you hear it calling? calling your name
"throw your life away,
"ill make it easier to be free"
shes living for that single moment
before you send her scrambling
reaching for something that was never there in the first place
its a drug induced love
she only wants what you cant give
dirty is fancy
she loves those dirty sceenes
yet she hasnt slept in days
and she wants it to
Playing Doctorhere in your crooker hospital
where your patients always die;
your victims never survive,
nor will i
strapped in a room with the wrong surgeon
i twist and shout; i try to escape
"leave me alone!" "Let me go!"
but you cover my mouth with ducktape
raising your scalpal
you slice through my skin
im just a doll to you
"Shall we see whats within?"
what have i become?
stitches cover where your passion lays
Look at me now!
is this how ill spend the rest of my days?
im playing the part of your newest masterpiece
you look from me to the rest
a crooked smile on an inhuman face
"You came out the best"
of Nursery Rhymes and Deathx marks the spot
youre digging for treasure
with a rusty razor blade
as the cow jumps over the moon
the dish runs away with the spoon
and the stars sing a lullaby
only you can hear
in the form of a poorly written suicide note
youre al.most. there.
ChoicesIn life we make many choices. Choices that, wheather good or bad, my inevetably come back and bite us in the ass. Even not making a choice has become a choice, simply because we chose to stay nuetral. So what cam we do? sit quietly? or stand and fight?
What good will it all do?It doesnt help. it doesnt change anything. you still face the consequences of youre so called actions. the only way to stop the cycle is to die. even then you make the choice to choose your fate.
is it worth it?
Miss Eryof Me( parts in [ ] are spoken like im a fake by the used )
[Im such a fake
hiding behind a mask
and travelling in everyone elses wake.
This missery of me,
im falling apart with time
and no one can save me now]
This life cant get any worse
and no one else should have to feel like,
this missery of me
Its slowly tearing me apart with time
[I can become the mass murder mistress
killing everyone alive
sliting their throtes while they sleep
and i wont stop untill the light
no i wont stop until the light!
this pathetic. hopeless romantic. joke. of. me!]
i dont want to fall apart now
i dont want to sink and drown now
my over dramatic, this over dramatic
joke of me
dont try to save me
youre already to late
[im falling apart with time
and its to late for anyone to stop me
(and its to late for anyone to save me)
joke of a person]
THIS MISSERY OF ME
For Those Who DarePower money greed fame.
Pick your poison.
Or would you perfer something sweeter?
Something like you latest addiction?
Hangovers are your morning coffee,
To rid yourself of the pains of late night gambling.
And it depends on what pills you took,
Were you'll leave your suicide note this time.
Empty pizza boxes, or takeout containers,
Sealed envelopes or neon colored napkins,
Maybe left hands sporting wedding bands.
What trashbag lies spill from your tabloid lips?
When on the edge of your half smoked cigarette,
On the rim of you last broken beer bottle,
Remnants of your once told lies still drip.
When fetid caucasian lipstick adds,
Line the walls of rancid magazine buildings,
And the worst kind of insanity,
Comes at 3 bucks a lolli-pop,
You still find beauty in all the chaos you cause.
Poor abandoned pop princess wannabe,
The tears just wouldnt come.
Now they're shipped out priority male,
From across the skittle rainbow,
In to-large buckets,
Spilling syrupy salt water tears,
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