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| you know i'm not dead
now you know where i have been
as you sleep, torn i am
weighted down, patiently
born of love
you know I'm not dead
I'm just livin' inside my head
forever waiting
on the ways of your desire
you always find a way
and thru it all
into us all you move
forgotten touch
forbidden thought
we can never have enough
you know i'm not dead
found below, the creature scream
stranglehold
a god machine
begging to, tear us out
worn as hope
you know i'm not dead
i'm just the tears inside your head
forever waiting, on the ways of your desier
you always find a way
and thru us all you move
forgotten touch
forbidden thought
we can never have enough
you know i'm not dead
we all want to hold in the everlasting gaze
enchanted in the rapture of his sentimental sway
but underneath the wheels lie the skulls of every c.o.g.
the fickle fascination of an everlasting god
you know i'm not dead
i'm just living in my head
forever waiting
forever waiting a cruel death
You know i'm not dead
i'm just livin' for myself
forever waiting
you know i'm not dead | | |
| Its been a while, but all I have is a bunch of unfinished songs and lyrics, being busy sucks a load of cock...
This song is about people trying to bring you down to their sad pathetic level they call their life...
it's peace, it's love its bland
it's empty, missing pieces
it's busted and boring and everything you ever wanted
and all you disapointed people tell me what I want to feel
i'm braking in and i'm pushin' out!
i'm smoldering the ruins of the life you're all about
i'm everything - all of you - a new dawn - a new name
all you disapointed people cant tell me how to feel
"time to fashion a new cage
to dissappear in the new age
and I can tell by the smile on your face
that you've already fell from grace"
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leave it to you to put me in my place
smack that grin right off your face, i've had enough
and all you disapointed people can go fuck yourselves with sorrow
leave it to you to get yourself stuck
leave it to me to not give a fuck
hope all you disapointed people dont make it thru tomorrow
to have faith when there's no hope
to find peace when the world's broke
and i can tell by the smile on your face girl
that you've already fell from grace
all the times not knowing when
the kids might not make it home
when time is never free
well maybe you should be
HATE YA
written and arranged by Troy Allen Powell | | |
| I just heard the greatest news in all my life about 5 minutes ago....
THE PUMPKINS ARE COMING BACK!!!!!!!
if you dont believe me, read it from the man himself, Billy Corgan | | |
| This is going to be the best year in music in such a long long long time that I am so super excited:
Billy Corgan album June 21st!!!
Tool album!!
The Vines are back together!!
Rumor of a new Radiohead album!!
Beck, NIN, Coldplay albums already out and completely fuckin' awesome
Pink Floyd is playing together for the first time in like 20 some years in the UK
anyways.... nothing new to report here, except that my job fucking blows a huge sack of donkey dicks and if you will excuse me, I'm going to go get hammered. Those of you who want to get ahold of me can do so via cellular phone, I'M TIRED OF BEING THE ONE THAT ALWAYS HAS TO CALL!!!!! sheesh
... I'm a loser baby, so why dont you kill me? | | |
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