We're all so small
Like tears in the rain
Like sleet in the street
Like a minor headache
We'll be gone in a second
Our blood will dry out
And like the razor that loved us
we will be left out
It's too late
And I'm still awake
Maybe someday I can forgive myself
For every breath I take
Mankind's in a struggle
Men kill what the catch
We fear the dark and our dreams
But we fear the mirror the most
tiistai 23. elokuuta 2011
maanantai 22. elokuuta 2011
Crooked Family.
Donnie was a good boy in a bad family
He was born to use the switchblade
And to cut some arteries
He tried to act good, he really tried to behave
But everytime his daddy called
The result was the same
He used to live in the shadow of his father's relatives
They we're all crooks, dope dealers, car thieves, big chiefs.
He learned the butterflyknife before he could talk
And through the wicked trade he found out
Love can't be bought.
At the age of seventeen he found a girl named Sue
He tried to leave the past behind him,
But it percistently pursued
He wanted to leave the business
He'd rather be down and out
But his father always had one more
For his own Donnie-boy
He sent Donnie to kill his brothers, uncles Sam and Joe
Promised after these two Donnie would be out for good
But little did he know, no, he possibly couldn't
That he was gonna bring a knife to a gun fight
He was quiet as an air balloon that slowly leaves the child
He was confident as boot that takes that last step from the porch
But his uncles were there, to shoot poor Donnie dead
The bullets we're mean, they licked his soul clean,
They kissed his liver, kissed his lungs,
Laughed in the air as they left the guns
And to the head of poor Donnie-boy
They drilled their their tiny holes
And Donny never got his Sue
He got bullets from those two
Who rather killed him than did choose
To lose their place for their younger brother
And after this, they killed eachother.
He was born to use the switchblade
And to cut some arteries
He tried to act good, he really tried to behave
But everytime his daddy called
The result was the same
He used to live in the shadow of his father's relatives
They we're all crooks, dope dealers, car thieves, big chiefs.
He learned the butterflyknife before he could talk
And through the wicked trade he found out
Love can't be bought.
At the age of seventeen he found a girl named Sue
He tried to leave the past behind him,
But it percistently pursued
He wanted to leave the business
He'd rather be down and out
But his father always had one more
For his own Donnie-boy
He sent Donnie to kill his brothers, uncles Sam and Joe
Promised after these two Donnie would be out for good
But little did he know, no, he possibly couldn't
That he was gonna bring a knife to a gun fight
He was quiet as an air balloon that slowly leaves the child
He was confident as boot that takes that last step from the porch
But his uncles were there, to shoot poor Donnie dead
The bullets we're mean, they licked his soul clean,
They kissed his liver, kissed his lungs,
Laughed in the air as they left the guns
And to the head of poor Donnie-boy
They drilled their their tiny holes
And Donny never got his Sue
He got bullets from those two
Who rather killed him than did choose
To lose their place for their younger brother
And after this, they killed eachother.
torstai 4. elokuuta 2011
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Kaikki tämä kuvottaa
Jokainen kuvaa kumartaa
Ruudun eessä jumittaa
Tyhjennä mielesi
Hyväksy orjuus
Ota vastaan siunaus
joka kiroukseksi muuttuu
Valheita
Valheita
Valheita
Valheita
Auki revityt silmät huutavat
Kun valo polttaa verkkokalvoilla
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Tuli vapauttaa.
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