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03-23-2010, 12:54 AM | #1 (permalink) |
The Omniscient
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The Lyrical Saga Of Sljslj
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03-23-2010, 12:55 AM | #2 (permalink) |
The Omniscient
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Insanestream
INSANESTREAM
Insanestream. Followers of the pain team. Things are never what they seem. Not when MTV controls the mainstream. Entitys without faces decide your generations theme. And things are not what they seem. The insanestream, music without feeling. The melodys that could once cure your soul, have become just blood on the ceiling. This truth is comparable to scars never healing. They're just made deeper. The rebelious are few. In this world where every minute is out with the old, in with the new. The execs think they are gods, but they haven't a clue. Their empire is not eternal. The insanestream, music without feeling. The melodys that could once cure your soul, have become just blood on the ceiling. This truth is comparable to scars never healing. They're just made deeper. Run by the mindgame mafia, this is the new culture killer. Destroy what I cherish and my voice gets shriller. Kill my past and the water becomes all but stiller. You made music ugly. You made music ugly. I hate what you've done. You might as well of blown up the sun. I hate what you've done. Make people bow down or be done. I hate what you've done. I'll do anything to make you run. I hate what you've done to innocence, to common sense, to all the people, making them so ****ing dense. I hate what you've done to suburbs, to the once faceless you through back to the curb. The insanestream, music without feeling. The music that could once cure your soul, has become blood on the ceiling. This truth is comparable to scars never healing. They just get deeper. The insanestream. Mainstream music making us all slaves. Won't be long till Lennon is rolling in his grave. It's easy riding on the road dead men paved. This truth is justified by every life we gave. Insanestream. Followers of the pain team. Things are never what they seem. Not when MTV controls the mainstream. Entitys without faces decide your generations theme. And things are not what they seem. In the insanestream. Insanestream. Things are not what they seem. In the insanestream. Insanestream. Last edited by Sljslj; 05-23-2010 at 02:33 PM. |
03-23-2010, 12:57 AM | #4 (permalink) |
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News monsters
NEWS MONSTERS (NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS)
*Spoken, light bass in background* Anchorman, run away. Run, run, there's no escape. *Pause as bass gets slightly louder* Out of my land, run away. From my machine, fueled by hate. *The rest of the band comes in here* I could kill forever, you know I've got time to burn. Why I'm this way, it's out of concern. The pain I cause is the kind that has to be earned. Citizen zombies, my deadly lessons will be learned. You allowed the media run your mind. I can't bring down CNN, but perhaps I can be your guide. News monsters, so long you've been the overlords. But now it's time to hide Cause coming your way is my heavy metal deathride. Now you know how it feels. To be on the frontline of disaster. Now you know how it feels. To be in here and now, not after. Now you know how it feels. To just be one of us. Now you know. I used to be a follower of the headgame mafia. When opinions seemed to matter, when others pain would soften ya. But now any **** with a camera can make news. Making it impossible to isolate the truth. I no longer feel the urge to step into anothers shoes. And win or lose, I don't regret what I choose. Now you know how it feels. (Anchorman) To be on the frontline of disaster. Now you know how it feels. (Faceless blogger) To be in here and now, not after. Now you know how it feels. (Critics) To just be one of us. Now you know. Now you know how it feels. Stop. *Back to the bass from the beginning* Anchorman, run away Run, run, there's no escape. Out of my land, run away. From my machine, fueled by hate. *all music stops and this next part is spoken* Now you know how it feels. To feel like this like we do every day. Now you know. Last edited by Sljslj; 05-19-2010 at 04:10 PM. |
03-23-2010, 02:11 PM | #5 (permalink) |
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mmmmmmkay...
if you like this, check the song writing and lyrics section around 5:00 and ill be posting my entire collection of lyrics. its only 10 or so songs rite now but its always growing, check it out and please dont hesitate to share your thoughts. thank you.
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03-23-2010, 02:56 PM | #7 (permalink) |
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I don't think Bob Dylan is quaking in his boots just yet.
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03-23-2010, 06:18 PM | #10 (permalink) |
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EAT YOURSELF ALIVE
Boom! There goes the apocalyptic timebomb. We thought man had the right to run the universe. Of course this mindset brought about our decimation. Ideology such as that can only bring obliteration. Ruination like this, It's like eating yourself alive. This self-inflicted doomsday, It's like eating yourself alive. Slam! That was the footprint man left on this planet. Who knew it would crush everything before saying farewell? There's no scapegoat for us, can't put the blame on a broken nation. Preperation begins now for our eternal vacation. Ruination like this, It's like eating youself alive. This self-inflicted doomsday, It's like eating yourself alive. Ow! Don't you ever think you can rule it all. Be thankful for what you got and expect nothing. We all thought we had power, but that's a dead sensation. Someone calls for retaliation.* But we're all to blame, there ain't no others. So retaliate, against your father, your mother, your brother. Retaliate against yourself. Do what you will, but the stage is set. Everyone begins eating themselves alive. Yeah, yeah. Ruination like this, It's like eating yourself alive. This self-inflicted doomsday, It's like eating yourself alive. Would you? Would you eat yourself alive? Stop killing yourself, stop killing me. Stop it, you can see where this leads. Will we ever learn? Put down the torch and cease this burn. And stop eating yourself alive. Ruination like this, It's like eating yourself alive. This self-inflicted doomsday, It's like... It's like.... Last edited by Sljslj; 05-11-2013 at 09:09 PM. |
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