Shotinthedark
10/17/04, 10:29 PM
another. some of these may have the same lines/ideas- because I wrote them all within the last week.
i've been talking among the lesser evils
and we decided that we havent been living up to our potential
it's time for us to get experimental and not so sentimental
we need to be more bold... right now we are italicized and of a weaker font.
tell. me. if. you. hate. it. so. much. what. do. you. want?
so perfect, a thesis statement for every paper
a line, a cliche for every conversation.
these are the things that are obvious, obscene, and need no explanation...
"you ruin so many lives in so many ways..."
you are telling me as if I don't see my face in the mirror
but just wait... you'll really know what I can do
someday, someday... but not today
you look down on me as if my cuts arent as deep as yours
as though my wrists are at sore
need I remind you? this is what I do.
turn saints to sinners and slaw and slew the believers
business is business- there's no such thing as pleasure...
i've lost my wings far down the road
but what from my past is so bad that it cannot be overcome?
what I was doesn't mean as much as it did when that was what I was.
and now, the angels don't associate with us..
they just turn their halos the the other way while our horns grow larger everyday
and the red on our face doesnt go away, it just seems to stay
when did wearing red and being dead become such a fashion?
baby, if you're gonna do it--- you gotta do it with some passion.
and the critics and the cynics they say...
"you're idol, you're one, he's so far under- his time is done"
but if you even knew me... then you'd have this argument won.
the fiction you believe doesnt offer any truth about me.
i've been talking among the lesser evils
and we decided that we havent been living up to our potential
it's time for us to get experimental and not so sentimental
we need to be more bold... right now we are italicized and of a weaker font.
tell. me. if. you. hate. it. so. much. what. do. you. want?
so perfect, a thesis statement for every paper
a line, a cliche for every conversation.
these are the things that are obvious, obscene, and need no explanation...
"you ruin so many lives in so many ways..."
you are telling me as if I don't see my face in the mirror
but just wait... you'll really know what I can do
someday, someday... but not today
you look down on me as if my cuts arent as deep as yours
as though my wrists are at sore
need I remind you? this is what I do.
turn saints to sinners and slaw and slew the believers
business is business- there's no such thing as pleasure...
i've lost my wings far down the road
but what from my past is so bad that it cannot be overcome?
what I was doesn't mean as much as it did when that was what I was.
and now, the angels don't associate with us..
they just turn their halos the the other way while our horns grow larger everyday
and the red on our face doesnt go away, it just seems to stay
when did wearing red and being dead become such a fashion?
baby, if you're gonna do it--- you gotta do it with some passion.
and the critics and the cynics they say...
"you're idol, you're one, he's so far under- his time is done"
but if you even knew me... then you'd have this argument won.
the fiction you believe doesnt offer any truth about me.