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FeelMyFunBags
| posted on 12-23-2001 @ 2:58 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01
| Blood on the Ground
-Incubus
I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue every time
You come around
'Cause blood in my mouth beats
Blood on the ground
Hand over my heart I swear
I've tried everything I could
Within all my power
2 weeks and 1 hour
I slaved and now
I've got nothing to show
Oh if only you've grown
Taller than a brick wall
From now on
Gonna start holding my breath
When you
Come around and
You flex that fake grin
'Cause something inside me has
Said more than twice
That breathing this air
Beats breathing you at all
I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue every time
You come around
'Cause blood in my mouth beats
Blood on the ground
Hand over my mouth
I'm earning the right
To my silence
In quiet discerning
Between ego and timing
Good judgment is once again
Proving to me
That it's still worth
Its weight in gold
From now on I'm gonna be
So much more weary
When you start to speak and
My warm blood starts to boil
Seeing you is like pulling teeth
And hearing your voice
Is like chewing tin foil
I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue every time
You come around
'Cause blood in my mouth beats
Blood on the ground
I'm fast to a better judgment
By saying less today
I will gain more, gain more
No cheers to you my
My fickle friend
You, you brought
The art of silent war
I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
I bite my tongue every time
You come around
'Cause blood in my mouth beats
Blood on the ground
USA
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HyBriD
FN Moron is an indian giver!! I had my cool status for about 10 min. then it was gone. GONE!
G.O.O.F.B.A.H.G.S.
Agent WD40 Licensed to Kill
My spoon is TOO BIG. (finally)
Hanger-on to the JYDs for LIFE
I INVENTED ORANGE MOTHERFUCKER
This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm | posted on 12-23-2001 @ 3:49 PM | |
O&A Board Regular Registered: Sep. 01
| Incubus
Idiot Box
You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches,
You can't make me think like you, mundane.
I've got a message for all those who think that they
Can etch his words inside my brain.
T.V. what do I need?
Tell me who to believe!
What's the use of autonomy
When a button does it all?
So listen up, glisten up closely all,
Who've seen the fuckin' eye ache too.
It's time to step away from cable train.
Amd when we finally see the subtle light,
This quirk in evolution will begin
To let us live and recreate.
T.V. what do I need?
Tell me who to believe!
What's the use of autonomy
When a button does it all?
T.V. what should I see?
Tell me who should I be?
Let's do our mom a favor and drop
A new god off a wall.
Let me see past the fatuous knocks,
I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box!
Let you see past the feathers and flocks
And help me plant a bomb in this idiot box!
From the depths of the seas
To the tops of the trees
To the seat of a lazy boy...
Staring at a silver screen!
CEBOLLA
dogs know
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