I write in a few generes, mainly Screamo or Trance lyrics.
The best lyrics ever written, been my favorite song for almost 3 years now. Atreyu is the best.
"Lip Gloss And Black"
If I gave you pretty enough words.
Could you paint a picture of us that works.
An emphasis on function rather than design.
Aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back
And blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while...
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream. All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die.
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold. [x3]
I am exhumed.. just a little less human....
a lot more bitter and cold... [repeating]
After all these images of pain, have cut right through you,
I will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone...
Then I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat.
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream. All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die
Live! love! burn! die! [x4]
The best lyrics ever written, been my favorite song for almost 3 years now. Atreyu is the best.
"Lip Gloss And Black"
If I gave you pretty enough words.
Could you paint a picture of us that works.
An emphasis on function rather than design.
Aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back
And blown out knees, I have been where you are for a while...
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream. All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die.
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold. [x3]
I am exhumed.. just a little less human....
a lot more bitter and cold... [repeating]
After all these images of pain, have cut right through you,
I will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone...
Then I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat.
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream. All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night. every evening that I die
Live! love! burn! die! [x4]
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A color so indescribable that no color is there at all. Bleeding itself dry by every second of human time.
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ME: I serenaded the sun to rest , the sky darkened like a black and white movie.The stars formed like eyes in the sky then crashed like a suicide bomber.I picked up the spatter
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AshtrayBaby on September 24, 2006Reise! Reise! Reise! In den Vulkan!
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Nermin Nazim on September 17, 2006Impressive page. love it! very thought provoking!
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AshtrayBaby on September 14, 2006"That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
will it sprout?
Will it bloom this year?"
-T.S Eliot
"The Wasteland"
Holy shit. That's by T.S. Elliot? I sort of put that in my poem a couple of months ago not knowing that is was by T.S. Eliot I thought I wrote something cool.
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Devilish Temptation on August 16, 2006write me an erotica story turn me on pleaseeeexx I mean to inspire me for me and my husband
Edited on Aug 16, 9:34 because 'wrong words I used'.
