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Post by guest on Jan 17, 2004 22:24:34 GMT -5
Little white puffy clouds, little white padded room
And we will take your senses and you will cooperate And we will take your life away and strangle your doomed fate
Whenever a telephone rings, we go a little more insane Hide inside your plastic world, your plastic self-esteem Your body eats itself away; you sit in front a screen The petty joys of little boys, we’re hapless and inane
You’re sleeping with the fishes, but the fish don’t let you sleep The world has hit you fast and hard you’re drowning in the deep You try to pave the road yourself, to justify your reign Why is there a trophy, when you win at your own game?
And we will take your senses and you will cooperate And we will take your life away and strangle your doomed fate
Breaking you in, hold back ‘till the end, fire burns right through, we see through you Remorse for their kin, you’d do it again, catastrophe burns the few, we see through you
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jan 18, 2004 13:44:01 GMT -5
excellent piece!
captivating work, my friend. i really enjoyed this. great flow and very interesting subject matter. i like how your brain works.
thanks for sharing. hope to see more.
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Evil Amerigo
Crimson Soul
"I will never feed off the evergreen luster of your heart"--SOAD
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Post by Evil Amerigo on Feb 3, 2004 20:13:05 GMT -5
Very nice. Thought provoking and written very smoothly.
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