

free style on lifejust sittin in my visual prison / thinkin bout the famialy im missin / fuck them im pissin, on there grave / tare off these shackles and these chains / im freein myself as a slave / takein care of myself at an early age / 17 / with big dreams / and no things / but screams in the night / visions of fright / feel it in the pain i write / feelin like fuck this life / ill end it tonight / by the tip of this knife / searchin for a place to stay the night / its eaither that or the streets / da streets are usally the place where i sleep / usally the place where i eat / and the streets will be the place where my soul gets put to peace / bufree style on life


The GatheringI hear the word gathering now, And only think of two things, The last time I saw you living, And the first time I saw you dead, The last time i saw you before your death, Was a great day, All of us there were joyful, As many encounters before that, I remeber every detail about that day, But the two things that stick out in my mind, Your innocent soul, And how you didnt belong, You have always been to pure to be with us, And by us I mean your friends, The First time I saw you dead is the same way, I remeber everything, But only two things stick outThe Gathering


Death By SoundI sit and listenDeath By Sound
To everything you have to say All your probllems get solved Never any of my own Even after you leave
I still feel your problems I take them on as my own So now all my old problems are here
Along with your new ones It piles on
As if I'm standing under a black waterfall Nightmares pluge my sleep Demons toture my life I just want to release them On to the next person to pass me by But I can't
Someone has to carry this load Someone has to die
And be barried with this load


HollowOpaque grayness running over lucidity; silent obscurity screaming In mute horror.Hollow
Lost intensity, dull ache of desperation. seeking only what has One answer.
Relentlessly and lustfully in blind pursuit of the cataclysmic fate... Hollowed soul of my mind.
Skeletal
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Never will I serve a "benevolent" God, for I have seen more death in his name than I ever thought possible. My eyes have been opened to the true enemy.
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Mr. Pardee was not only the school's most assholish French teacher, he was also rumored to be a total druggie. Supposedly, he only graded French papers after smoking a spliff or two.
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Mr. Pardee was not only the school's most assholish French teacher, he was also rumored to be a total druggie. Supposedly, he only graded French papers after smoking a spliff or two.
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it all boils down to one quoteable phrase
"If you love something give it away"
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A Baltimore Love Thing
I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
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A Baltimore Love Thing
I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
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A Baltimore Love Thing
I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
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