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Chiodos - "Intensity in Ten Cities" |
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I would like to dedicate this song to whomever...
I'm not the one that you want I've only let you Down.
And I'm pretty sure that you've cought on. And you can say that 'oh'
I'm just feeling sorry for myself.
I think it's everytime I walk into a room. The silence so sudden that I seem
To hear it. Contacts sayin' that you are
The rain on their parade. And how long could you hang on to a word
Tell me how long could you hang on to a word.
And maybie it's all eyes on him.
With love and ego and intention
The eyes tha are just begging me for more
This is gone and I can see it.
Your head so full of words. Full of words that don't mean anything
And how long could you hang on to a word. Tell me how long could
You hang on to a word.
I'm not the one that you want I've only let you Down
And I'm pretty sure that you've cought on. And you can say that 'oh'
I'm just feelin' sorry for my self
I'm not the one that you want. I've only let you down. And I'm pretty sure
That you've cought on. And you can say that 'oh' I'm just
Feelin' sorry for my.....self.
 Moctezuma07 · Tue Dec 25, 2007 @ 01:26pm · 0 Comments |
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Not the Epicenter But, The Climax, the point of no return.
Moctezuma07 · Sun Dec 23, 2007 @ 09:24am · 0 Comments |
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COCA COLA CLASSIC NOW WITH THE ORIGINAL FORMULA!!!!!
Does that mean it's got Drugs in there too? like COke the original formula?
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Put it over you head and blow until it explodes.
Moctezuma07 · Sat Jun 30, 2007 @ 07:03pm · 1 Comments |
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Withought her, withought her kisses, only in my memorie, those rosey
cheeks, her voice resounds vibrantly in my mind and she continues
to be away, not here at all just in my mind, a dream that was once real,
once next to my body, our hearts together and our souls wondering outside our bodies into an unknown palace of nothing but us only somewere we know
out of worrie out of mind out of fear out of time, deep within this universe
but withought her, i live, i'm not dead, with her i live an afterlife, i live a present, i live a history, Withought her i stumble on fire and flames to ashes, the lost is gone, the hell lurks on the bleakness of my depression and agoney to attract the blood out of my body and send me to hell and not death, death a living reality, a flawless happyness, a place not to worry, not to fell pain, to be happy eternally, to live one with her.
Mari.
Moctezuma07 · Mon Apr 02, 2007 @ 03:33am · 0 Comments |
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YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TALES OF THE CRYPT!
Moctezuma07 · Tue Mar 27, 2007 @ 03:19am · 0 Comments |
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Broken glass, Broken clock, broken hour, burned flower.
Red eyed demons in their licor of blood,
hidden in trees, poping out of mud.
Live to kill, live to dispair, so evil, to scare you out of
your hair. Thirst on your liquid red, feast on your chewie
skin, they dont like people that are thin.
Gloom and doom down your brain, feast on your hopes and
leaves your pain.
I am one of them.
Moctezuma07 · Mon Dec 04, 2006 @ 02:44am · 0 Comments |
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I walk amung my happy place, my hear beats in a pace.
I am in my happy place, i race and race all day and never get cought
by the monster in my closet, forget about the blood dripping from the faucet,
repair my wounds by a lick, its an addiction, i never get sick.
I thrive on my scares, its my happy place, with bars and a lock.
I live here, in chains and pain, smiling so gentlemanlike,
please let me out, i wont hurt you. biggrin ...(fades out and in, in black)..... twisted
Moctezuma07 · Tue Nov 28, 2006 @ 06:03am · 0 Comments |
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Tick, tock.......
Tick, Tock.......
Death Death Death, mortal.
Drip..........drip......... drip...., drip......., tick tock,....... thump... thump,.... drip.
I lose my body to bloodfull wound of eternal blead and the mindless wonder of the blade next to my shoulder but i need someone to heal, someone to ease. My neck out of place and my wrist hurt of disgrace.
Disgrace, this sorrow, the light i wont see tomorrow but the tunnel. i sneer, i snarl, i groul. Vast my limited time, a bitter senation of lime, a burn in my fresh scare a feeling of guild, i didnt predict this, this is bizzare.
Moctezuma07 · Sat Nov 04, 2006 @ 09:45pm · 0 Comments |
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