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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 1:50 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 3:59 pm
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Slow Suicide by JamisonParker. (Just the bolded parts are what I can relate to.)
It's the nightlife that gets them off; So desperately they wait for the excuse of love. We live like vampires And we, we, we love like killers; We all die like infants, And we trust like mirrors.
[pre-chorus] It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings, It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence.
[chorus] Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.)
It's the love of guilt that forms the habit Of being dramatically over-dramatic. We live like vampires And we, we, we love like killers; We all die like infants, And we trust like mirrors.
[pre-chorus] It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings, It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence. It's the smoke and the drinks and the smiles that it brings, (It's a desperate place for a desperate people to find their place before desperate heroes) It's the pain and the sex disguised as innocence. (A desperate place for a desperate...and they sing)
[chorus x2] Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.) Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.)
[bridge x2] The songs they sing are in the key Of the illusion of pain and its irony. In the midst of lust and dropping names The drugs they numb and they keep us sane.
[chorus x2] Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.) Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do. (Slow suicide...like it or not, it's what we do.)
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:06 pm
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Skyclad - Another Fine Mess A girl read my runes in the warm dressing room, It was then that I started to think There has to be something really worth hunting - I reach for another strong drink. For ten lonely years - that's my reward. My ego and I we have faced many dangers. Fear and self loathing have never been strangers.Nobody knows of the depths we have been to - Or all the fine messes we've got ourselves into. For ten lonely years - that's my reward. In my world far removed from the actual - Safe in my small amorality capsule. I cruise far aloof from the other world's laws- Hiding behind tinted windows and doors.I'm so tired of living - Too weary to cry, Too stubborn to give in - Curl up and die.This whole situation has I must confess, All the tell-tale signs of another fine mess. I've been run aground - a ship in a bottle, Caught in the eye of the storm. Deep in my strife found the meaning of life - You're dying the moment you're born.My heart bears the scars even time can't disguise, If you only knew what I've seen through these eyes. Oftimes overwhelmed by the feelings of doubt, I have crawled in a bottle to shut them all out.Will I drown in the sweat of this chemical dream, With far too much blood in my alcohol stream?When Mr. Jack Daniels has read my last rights - His friend 'Billy Whizz' comes to turn on the lights. First we were plastered in Paris, Then we were frying in Greece. Caught between heaven and hellfire, Send for an ambulance - fetch me a priest. I've been run aground - a ship in a bottle, Caught in the eye of a storm. Deep in my strife found the meaning of life - You're dying the moment you're born. "A band on ship" the captain cried, We bought damnation duty-free.Now we're floating with the tide - "The silent whales of lunar sea." I've been run aground - a ship in a bottle, Caught in the eye of the storm. Deep in my strife found the meaning of life - You're dying the moment you're born.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 2:20 am
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Small, simple, safe price Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals And i am not afraid to die I'm not afraid to bleed, and ********, and fight. I want the pain of payment What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted ******** you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand ******** make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart Love is not like anything Especially a ******** knife
Look at me, you can tell By the way i move and do my hair Do you think that it's me or it's not me? I don't even care I'm alive I don't smell I'm the cleanest i have ever been. I feel big, i feel tall, i feel dry (dry)
[chorus:] Just look at me, look at me now I'm a fake [x4] Just look at me, look at me now I'm a fake [x4]
Do i drink? do i date? I've got perfect placement all my ink Satisfied, in your eyes I'm the biggest fan i've got right now I made sure, that i look how i wanted to look The people around me, the people surround me I feel big, i feel tall, i feel dry (dry)
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My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace I pray, i beg for anything, to hit me in the face And this sicknes isn't me, i pray to fall from grace The last thing i see is feeling And i'm telling you i'm a fake [x4] And i'm telling you i'm...
[chorus]
Im a fake- The Used
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 2:26 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 3:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 6:46 am
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When I was 13 "On My Own" by the Used meant something to me, and I was singing it in my head when I tried to kill myself. [/angst]
Quote: See all those people on the ground wasting time i try to hold it all inside but just for tonight top of the world sitting here wishing the things I've become that something is missing maybe I... but what do I know and now it seems that i have found nothing at all I want to hear your voice out loud slow it down without it all I'm choking on nothing it's clear in my head and I'm screaming for something knowing nothing is better than knowing at all On My Own
Now it makes me feel physically ill. I feel shaky writing this. Which is actually really disappointing.
I don't connect with songs anymore. I makes me feel dependent and unstable. And I have this ongoing phobia of relapse, which would be a waste of a good year of mental distraught.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 4:46 pm
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Driftwood: A Fairy Tale - Cursive
Quote: . . . He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly he found himself approaching an enormous huge floating cavern. Could it be an island? Pinocchio looked closed and he saw two huge rows of sharp yellow teeth and he realized his mistake. So he would sulk and drink and mope And cross his arms and hope to die And then a fairy came one night To bring this sorry boy to life She pulled some strings, spun him about That boy jumped up and began to shout "My arms, my legs, my heart, my face They are alive!" And she would cry, "Liar, liar! What have I done? You're no lover, and I'm no fighter" (The story goes on) So he would buy her things and kiss her hair To show he was for real And she would take those gifts and kisses Though just stringing him along She knew about those wooden boys They take empty love to fill the void "Pinocchio, oh boy, how your nose has grown!" So he would cry, "Liar, liar!" I'll prove it to you!" But then it grew He had grown tired of her So it was true He left her apartment And he walked all night long Until he was stopped by the shore of the ocean But still he walked on Amongst the whales and waves And screamed, "Liar, liar!" And his wooden body floated away He just drifted away And now I wonder how I was made Now I wonder how I was made My arms, my legs, my heart, my face My name is Driftwood
I guess it relates to me, because I lie to myself a lot. I lie a lot in general.(but not on the internet, just irl)
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:11 am
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xLIZA When I was 13 "On My Own" by the Used meant something to me, and I was singing it in my head when I tried to kill myself. [/angst]
Quote: See all those people on the ground wasting time i try to hold it all inside but just for tonight top of the world sitting here wishing the things I've become that something is missing maybe I... but what do I know and now it seems that i have found nothing at all I want to hear your voice out loud slow it down without it all I'm choking on nothing it's clear in my head and I'm screaming for something knowing nothing is better than knowing at all On My Own
Now it makes me feel physically ill. I feel shaky writing this. Which is actually really disappointing.
I don't connect with songs anymore. I makes me feel dependent and unstable. And I have this ongoing phobia of relapse, which would be a waste of a good year of mental distraught.
That sucks. I guess you cant hear that song anymore without breaking down.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 6:24 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 6:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 8:38 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2007 10:36 am
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On the other side of the scale... heres a song about me. I'm not an egomaniac.... honest.
Clawfinger - Biggest and Best Nobody is perfect but I’m pretty ******** closeAnd I’m here to give you all a heavy heavenly dose. I think you better listen ‘cos I know who you are And I think that you should treat me like a superstarBecause I’m more than just a human I’m a gift to all of you And I’m here to make sure that my message gets throughI wonder if you’re really all as dumb as you look Or are you smart enough to learn the rules in my book I hope you understand that the knowledge I bring Puts me in the position of a god or a king ‘cos I’m blessed with the gift of the magic touch and I wouldn’t say that I’m asking for to much all you have to do is get down on your knees and pray and I promise you the remedy is on its waybut you can never be like me so don’t waste your time because I reign supreme and my position is divine
what’s wrong with being self possessed? Nobody’s satisfied with being second best I’ve got the gift and I know that I’m blessedAnd I've got to get it off my chest I’m the biggest the best better than the rest better than the rest [x4]I’m not afraid of competition ‘cos I know that I’m the best And you haven’t got a chance to even pass my little test Even if you wanted to you couldn’t pay the price There ain’t no room for losers in my perfect paradise‘cos life is always based upon the weight of your success s o I’ll make sure that I get the most and nothing less if I love myself then everyone will love me to and there’s nothing you can do for me that I can’t dowhat’s wrong with being self possessed? Nobody’s satisfied with being second best I’ve got the gift and I know that I’m blessed And I've got to get it off my chest I’m the biggest the best better then the rest better then the rest [x4]So welcome to my kingdom and enjoy you little stay Even if you can’t afford it I’ll still make you pay So you better come and get it and enjoy it while you can Don’t tell me that you’re dumb enough to think I give a damnI couldn’t care less about what you achieve And there’s only one thing that you have to believe The only thing important that you have to understand Is that no matter what you say it’s still a god I really am
I’m the biggest the best better than the rest better than the rest [x8]
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:50 pm
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