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No one ever talks about it
it hurts
it throbs
uncomfortable
\No one knew what to say
especially when it was no longer all about them
but it was
Who have i been with?
who have you been with!!!?
the tears
pain
throbbing
thief of under
under where?
under there
All my friends were busy
Called mom yesterday we fought
My brother bout fell off the wagon
cause i want to move away if he moves near
and they're all blaming my ex
i know better
psychological torment
Im the slut
Im the whore
I blame myself as i should
serves me right
right?
so who wants a piece of this pie?
drug induced schitsoeffective
mood disorder
mentally ill
diseased
Lover Boy
all for you
Just give me more pills
Two friends left
I don't want to talk to the Angel whose ex stole my password to this site
My ex girlfriend whose room i lit on fire owes me 240 dollars for her drug debt
things are getting better
happy birthday rip off
merry Christmas debt
high and dry
Now Herpe New year
and i wept
again
stronger this time to not go over the reasons to live versus those i should die
and i laid in bed
with no one to hold
so young
people are cruel
I'm the joke dressed in suicide
just make sure you wash your hands
when you clean up after my mess
you might get infected
and then as the songs go sang by the artists
that sing about how my names are songs
I'll be the one responsible for killing all of my friends and myself after all
For the love of latex and lesions
practice safe sex
know your partners well
and remember life aint no merry go round
it can happen to you
it happened to me
and I've only been out of the funny farm
for three years
before that i was clean
before that was high school
and the nightmare i will always remember and equate with the word
DREAM
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love is the most selfish want
if all my needs were being met
if all my wants were fulfilled
would i still need love
would i need presents
if thats what love is?
is it a state of mind
a helping hand that i got your back
but when i think your going to ditch me
I'll go out and drown in the swamp
to see if you come rescue me
in case there is still asapark between us
cause now i have a purpose in the relationship
Selfish me for wanting love
its just a drug
if love was selfless
and everything i did was for you then im not loving myself
if thats even possible
its just a word to confuse
and cast a curse
a hex upon the mind
tis a rune of witchery
and yall are bewitched
sex is sex
love is selfish
you dont need it to think rational thought
irrational behaviour is just hormonal
not love
Love is defined as we're in this rut together so lets help eachother out of it
and when a guy sees someone coming with too much baggage they know its
commitment quicksand
they'll never get out alive
and the more they squirm
the more you will need them
the more they will feel obliged to help
and you will grow
grow on them
Love can be taught i suppose
you canb teach love through christams and gift giving
and other selfish acts for one another for recognition
you can teach hate too
but those two words are selfish
i am selfish for thinking no one loves me
im selfish for thinking they do
im slefish for wanting your love
im slefish for wanting to love you
Proof!
We do it for the kids?
love is just like sex appeal
its something to sell perfume and chocolates using whores and muscle men
love is a want
love is a drug
love is euphoria of a shared experience of release you share together
sharing personal chemicals and fluids during sex that linger in your body
and that is why everyones love is different
that is why you become like those you hang around
everyone you kiss
you become a little bit like through chemical
everyone you engage in sexual relationship with
you will pick up on some of their habits
and this is further than slang
you wont even know you do it
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When a man
hates the world soo much
and it is publicly known....
Isn't it society
whose job it is
to kill the demon with kindness?
charity
and parties
and gifts
and happy smiling we love yous
Whean a man hates the world soo much
it is public knowledge
doesn't that mean he hates himself
so therefore killing him with kindness is like torture
and the greatest act of kindness is allowing him to do something kind for
someone else
even if it is himself?
Look at Marilyn manson
Look at Aleister Crowley
look at Ozzy osbourne
did we kill them with kindness
Britney spears
did she do it again?
when someone hates themselves or the world
and it is publicly known
is it societies job to kill them with kindness and how so?
potlucks?
surprise holidays?
ceremonies?
serenading?
and alas when they realize they have become the joke!
the joke where they plan to fail
when a man publicly hates the world
and knowledge of you killing with kindness is publicly known
who throws the first stone?
here i be dressed in suicide
dancing in the mud on valentines day asking why don't you love me?
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I hear the footsteps of time
and hopelessly ignore
I see the disguise of fate
but not anymore
I smell the sound of fear
and wish your spirits could soar
could soar
could you fly away
leave the world behind today
could we lie awake
could I hide away
someplace where I never know there was a tomorrow
could I fly away
only if you could soar
I wish your spirits could soar
soar soar
I see the footprints of time
but can't seem to follow them anymore
I see the smile of fate
and hopelessly ignore
I feel the taste of fear
and wish your spirits could soar
could soar
could we leave the world behind today could we lie away and hide away
someplace
with no tomorrow
could we leave the world behind and fly away
could we lie this way?
can you soar?
can you soar?
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In this crooked chair i sit
at this crooked table
at this crooked desk
and write my crooked thoughts
looking out the crooked window
out onto the crooked crooked street
thinking about how crooked the world is
when suddleny is top and realise
the crooked people arent crooks
everything is crooked
crooked jails
crooked hospitlas
crooked business men lawyers and politiicians
crooked churches crooked steeples
crooked believers crooked people
it was perfect perfect and crooked
crookedly perfect
perfect people
perfect houses
perfect airplanes
and perfect yachts
perfect make me sick
keeping up with the joneses
perfect white teeth
perfect bodies
perfect hair
perfect health
thwey werent crooked?
were they?
croooked like me?
crooked like them crooked in a world full of rooked people and the crookedest
thing to do was to stand straight
and make a show of it!!
whose going to replace all of this crooked ness and turn this beautiful now?
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FBI
Allah
Iraq
cocaine
Bomb Bomb Bomb
Gun
die die die
smuftee
hash
Bush
bullet bullet
knife
marijuana
kill or be killed
death
drugs
heroine
New world Order
KKK
white power
snuff
crack crack crack
kuwait
UFO
Satan
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You know w hat I want
And how you can live through me
You know I want to be your slave
Teach me how to behave
Release me from that past phase
Breathe with you rhythmically
I know what you want
And you can heal me in so many ways
Need something to dream about
Need a wish to come true.
Make another sudden taste enjoyed rhythm
Broken anonymous talented eager
I know you’re not the that innocent
And maybe because of you
Neither will I
I know I want you to be my slave
Teach you how to relate
Release me from the next phase
Breathe in my rhythmically
You know what I want
And you can heal me in so many ways
Need something else to dream about
Need a wish to come true
I know you can hear me
I'm talking dirty inside
Cover you ears if you have to.
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When i want to get to know myslef and another person
i seperate myself from everyone
smell my own smell
talk to myself
let all of their fluids sweat out from my body
if they do thew same and i meet who they truly are
will i like them still?
or am i in love with half the population of the world through that one kiss
those hours perspiring together rubbing talking breathing
eachother in
Love is selfish
too much of you and not enough of me
and when i am down to the person left after all that lingers inside is gone
we will be us
or me and you and whoever your cheating on me with
I'll pick up his or her habits
and remind you of them constantly
if im ohnest and cleansed
i will know through my own body lkanguage if you are faithfull
and if it is I or you that has done something wrong
but alas love is selfish
so go out there and be like everyone else
kiss kiss kiiss
breathe all those chemicals of language of the souls in
and become one
love is a selfish want not even defined with qualitiers as everyone has a different
definition for it
do soldiers love eachother?
of course
why else do you think they die and fight and kill for eachother
same as feds
they breathe the same air
and will protect eachother
the science is to keep the quality of the pure body chemicals
or testosterone and phermones scientificly configured so everyone is under your
thumb
when people start having sex and thinking their in love with others
well things just get messy
so love is selfish
love is a mind control drug
that one day scientists will bottle
and they will be the new witches to be forsaken
key words in the music
and the right amount of perspiration
keep you bonding
testing
suggesting
what do you think their studying?
plan to fail
or they will have love in a bottle and we will all be love zombies going to war for
bush
Love is a drug
a selfish want
some know the recipe subconciously but dont know how to tell
some like me know those who know the recipes through their bodylanguage
but i dont kiss and tell
im selfish
iw ant all the love for myself and who i wanna share it with
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the path of least resistance
are we comfortable yet
are we busy making friends?
are we hiding in the shadows of doom and gloom
trying to get away
and stay out of the reaches of destiny the heart can never mend?
are you coounting the days as they pass you by
wondering whose on what side and why
why your soo important and who is really the love of your life
who is going to be the one to hold the knife
because in eternity no one wants to be the joke
but you forever king unfit
you forever we smote
haunted dreams
nights of tears
paranoid thoughts
are you the ressurrected king unfit
the one here to carry out the prophecy
to twist the words of every religion
oh how its begun
he was not meant to be
path of least resistance
look at cupid hes got it right
arrow straight for the heart boys
no need to fight
love is our weapon now
and thats what this war is all about
using love as a weapon to kill
would you
could you
will you
do you
pretend to be more than just friends to murder your husband or wife
is there a path of least resistance in your eyes dear conman
care to teach the hitman a few pointers while accepting this bribe
oh me
the shakespearean tragedy
if love ever finds me im doomed
but who does that make happy
for if they dont already know anbd have tricks up their sleeves
i must find a way to speak the truth without a word being spoken
or forever i will relive this nightmre
as if it were my favorite dream
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youd have to see it to believe it
but im making compton famous
a medusa mask
tribal
leave a candle burning
and a wall of clocks and mirrors
and a wedding day gift i painted
so you walk to your car
or into your apartment
and my window do you see
the blinds always drawn shut
but this artist game is open season for criminals like me
there is a candle burning beside the book
with exactly that title
a kite and a flag of rainbows
and several mirrors to haunt your soul
kept safe by the hands of time
in case you have shattered one
but the grinch of the ghetto christmas is reminding one and all to behold
the cracks that keep us cold in the winter
the pots and the pans
sure it seems messy
but there is such a method to the madness
a pet nmaed rock
and no cats are allowed
but when you wlak by or drive by this view of the closed curtain of lights
and delights
we're onto the mayor of the surprise holiday now
remember loose lipped sunken shppied
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