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05-26-2006, 08:52 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Join Date: May 2006
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A few songs I wrote
I think there pretty good, don't know about you guys though
"If I'm the Desert's Dream" Plagerisms honing my stand Midnight insight manning god's hand Graveyard depictions of fiction Dusty boned defying it's region Region by filed If I die tommorow I will Thank the christmas foreign dial In the night, the light Mourning bearer surveys the ditch Undertaking creations of god Range defiling my death rest place Shovels fail in spreading the mace FLASHLIGHTS SHINING, cameras online Forced endeavor, FEEDING STRUGGLE If my horror pictures come true Directing the shack's desert shrew Blood will spill, purify Death for my rights innocent cactus System actor denies the practice Renovating darkness of posts Harvesting souls to send the roast If my life bed supports this red Ratification controlled by string fed Slitting this far, TO GLIDE Philosophical coffins broken to strengthen buisiness Popular unto the metamorphosis of loud threats Dripping the fluid of torture, proving my fluidity Cold and naked, clowning theifs reigning assuredly Wrenches posing the obstruction of a bush faith Reconsiliation activating demon wraiths Sources inform the searching goggles That we all dig our own death raves If I manage to extract a reason A void will be proven upon my father Accessing life, DIE If I'm ****ing the desert of life Adressing beige in the state of thought train My thoughts, I **** ****ing graveyard, ****ing shovel ****ing flashlights, ****ing rubble DIE "Ticking" Clocks tick and time is lost Passing by at her own cost It's reason to miss the heathen Thrusting watch inside the woman I find a time, a minding line Under and inbetween the chime Her heart failing to the sound Dismissing the soul to the sacred mound Fake angels, disgracing the sky Cannible's seed, killing from the inside Disguised and ****ing life, alternative blood Seas dreaming drowning, he's birthing the flood I find a time, a minding line Under and inbetween the chime Her heart failing to the sound Dismissing the soul to the sacred mound TIME, ****ING, LIFE The angels fail, the heathens fall A place in life for god's canal The river, slowing down her open luggage Distorted, distribution of the blackened cherries He wanted, she refused, the lights connected Forced upon her, by the higher fiction The time let's up, the gates open up The heavenly wings gracing the dead Colours forming through time occasion Suffering the moans, supposed sensation I find a time, a minding line Under and inbetween the chime Her heart failing to the sound Dismissing the soul to the sacred mound TIME, ****ING, LIFE She, the host, the disastered nature The mars, was lit, tortured compassion Setting, the mood, demising hell in sky White clouds, forming, when the clocks nullify FY, DENY, THE SKY, BLANK EYE, WAS TIME, WAS TIME TIME The clocks defy |
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