Living dead girl - Fuck the world

[Spitfire]

:p <font color=red><center>The Dead Girl
(Matthew Ryan)

The dead girl mopes through a dead scene
With a cross-stitched lip she's picking at the seam
She's got bravado she says she's been
Featured in a few magazines
Now outside the bar Hank is straddling a police car
His fingers are purple and numb from circling a crow bar
Well twenty-four years have made it clear that things ain't ever what they
appear
He says
I won't be going easily
No I won't be going lightly
And I won't be going peacefully
No I won't be going innocently
A sweet drink spiked with a speedball
A twenty-foot ladder and a ninety-foot wall
Dark shadows are gathering and swaggering down the hall
And I know
I won't be going easily
No I won't be going lightly
And I won't be going peacefully
No I won't be going innocently
I won't be going easily
No I won't be going lightly
And I won't be going peacefully
No I won't be going cleanly </font color=red>




Dead Skin Mask
(SLAYER)

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means
Provocative images delicate features so smooth
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon

[CHORUS]
Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

In the depths of a mind insane
Fantasy and reality are the same

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means
Incised members ornaments on my being
Adulating the skin before me

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control
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Edited By Spitfire on Feb. 11 2002 at 4:55