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| ... every time i talk to her, i always think " why can't she see ME like that? I'm not worth her."
^ My little emo moment, sorry, i HATE emo, and it should go die on a stick. I'm sorry to all who are emo, but EMO SUCKS GO CUT. :D life's not that bad.
Lyrics:
"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man"
Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
I tried to drive all through the night,
the heat stroke ridden weather, the barren empty sights.
No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me.
[Chorus:]
Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.
As I adjust to my new sights the rarely tired lights will take me to new heights.
My hand is on the trigger I'm ready to ignite.
Tomorrow might not make it but everything's all right.
Mental fiction follows me; show me what it's like to be set free.
[Chorus]
So sorry you're not here I've been sane too long my vision's so unclear.
Now take a trip with me but don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem.
Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
These eyes won't see the same, after I flip today.
Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die,
we look up towards the sky for answers to our lives.
We may get some solutions but most just pass us by,
don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right.
I'll make a beast out of myself, gets rid of all the pain of being a man.
[Chorus]
So sorry you're not here I've been sane too long my vision's so unclear.
Now take a trip with me but don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem.
I've known it from the start all these good ideas will tear your brain apart.
Scared but you can follow me I'm too weird to live but much too rare to die.
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| Hey guys and gals, got back from Kayla's tonight. WICKED fun time. you've probably all forgotten this site exists, but w/e. school is awesome, cuz i get lost so damn much, and football keeps going... band practice is gonna either die down or get more intense over the next couple weeks, haven't figured out which yet, but we've been holding off and i NEED to play.  lyrics:
Don't call me Rich
don't call me George
just call me cheez
that's who I am
Civilized?
yeah until the keg runs dry
and he's tried
to drink from 9 to 5
then from 5 to 9
always drunk and going crazy
you better believe it
chesterfield
where the kegs never dry
it's always filled
have beer with fear!
have a beer or two
then he'll show you his cheese tattoo
drunk and going crazy
you better believe it | | |
| Hey friends and enemies, it's been a while. I've been out practicing with my band and playin football. hey check out and join my blogrings... they rock. that's all, except for lyrics:
Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal.
I walk right through the nameless ones.
I know that hope's unknown.
Sometimes the water feels so real.
As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning.
This day never seems to end.
This pain, never.
The rage I can not let go.
I hear them calling my name.
I feel them gnawing out holes through flawless souls.
So alone. Sometimes I swear that I can hear the taunting of the voiceless ones.
I fear that I alone fear those who finally ceased to feel that they're alone
inside this place.
I am the misplaced.
Now every face, it looks familiar...
then every face would melt away until...
now everyone, do you know, I know your deception?
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| hey olga!!! lol. i'm updating ok? lol jk love ya oh and bri bummer for having aim die.
ok so today... football has started, i played in my first scrimmage, (last night) and I have succeeded in spreading rumors of our first recorded song... ask me about Requiem. remember to keep it underground, for those of you that know, but tell people. I want to spread the song so everyone knows us but we're not popular, if ya get that. well whatever, IM me. Peace out,
Rik
oh ya lyrics
Do you think it’s strange,
That there’s a way of how you look at,
How you act,
And how you think,
Pretend they’re not the same as you
Did you know about his
Strength of convictions
Or how she puts all her
Faith in religion?
Did we take the time to
Really discover how little we
Know about each other?
Keep us from saying anything,
Can’t separate from everything.
And all this really means you’re one
In a crowd and your paranoid of every sound
Another friend you won’t miss anyhow | | |
| so. all this way into life. damnit that's way too philosophical.
well had a good but boring time at MV, hate all of you for NOT GOING, but w/e. GOT A RECORDER. great news right there. love the friggin thing, the only problem: it does .wav's and i need .mp3's to go on my site. bummer. still an excellent piece of work right there. Found a new drug: call it what you will: the L, sunny day, sd, whatever. It's THE LIGHT. it rocks. try it out, it's a true FWC invention. lyrics:
Begin the day
With a friendly voice
A companion, unobtrusive
Plays that song that’s so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way
Hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact
In your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves
Crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle
With the energy
Emotional feedback
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price ---
Almost free...
All this machinery
Making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted
It’s really just a question
Of your honesty
One likes to believe
In the freedom of music
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
Of integrity
For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall ---
Echoes with the sounds...
Of salesmen. | | |
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