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| The Sleeper Being a Minor is a Threat to my Social Life PoseUr i ahve 2 threads at teh top, i feel like maynard | posted on 10-05-2001 @ 3:43 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00  | From the coast of gold, across the seven seas, I'm travelling on, far and wide, But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself, And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else. I close my eyes, and think of home, Another city goes by, in the night, Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it til it's gone away, And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day. Chorus: So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years, Face up...make your stand, And realise you're living in the golden years. Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind, Can't ease this pain, so easily, When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day, And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky. Chorus: So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years, Face up...make your stand, And realise you're living in the golden years.  | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 10-05-2001 @ 9:42 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | my fave Maiden song :)....here's my 2nd fave Give me the sense to wonder To wonder if I'm free Give me a sense of wonder To know I can be me Give me the strenght to hold my head up Spit back in their face Don't need no key to unlock this door Gonna break down the walls Break out of this bad place Can I play with madness - the prophet started at his crystal ball Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laught at me Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see I screamed aloud to the old man I said don't lie don't say you don't know I say you'll pay for your mischief In this world or the next Oh and then he fixed me with a freesing glance And the hell fires raged in his eyes He said do you want to knowthe truth son - I'll tell you the truth Your soul's gonna burn in the lake of fire Can I play with madness - the prophet started at his crystal ball Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laught at me Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see Can I play with madness - the prophet started at his crystal ball Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and he laught at me Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see  We Have Not YetBegun To Fight NEVER FORGET!!! | ||||
| The Sleeper Being a Minor is a Threat to my Social Life PoseUr i ahve 2 threads at teh top, i feel like maynard | posted on 10-05-2001 @ 9:48 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | Nice Spit... Hallowed Be Thy Name I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there's some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don't believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there's a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I'm not sorry Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. | ||||
| CantHandleMyBooty | posted on 10-05-2001 @ 5:59 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Mar. 01 | There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming attack. Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Gotta get airborne before it's too late. Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, live to fly, fly to live. Aces high. Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers Let off a sharp burst and then turn away Roll over, spin round and come in behind them Move to their blindsides and firing again. Bandits at 8 O'clock move in behind us Ten ME-109's out of the sun Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them Heading straight for them I press down my guns Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high. | ||||
| RottenVinny I have no fucking clue what happened to Sluggo667. VinnyWS6: chicks? they dont have the penis so why would i care about them VinnyWS6: froy is quite hansome VinnyWS6: I want froys cock! | posted on 10-05-2001 @ 8:06 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jun. 01 | "Two minutes to midnight" Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don’t need a reason The Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season. Blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here’s my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death. The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain, Don’t you pray for my soul anymore. 2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threaten doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb. The blind men shout let the creatures out We’ll show the unbelievers, The Napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast....YEAH! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. Chorus: The body bags and little rags of children torn in two, And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song, To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. Chorus: Midnight... all night... Will someone PLEASE remove the shit under my name? | ||||
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