THE STAND
no one can save you now
you’ve thrown it all away
you don’t even care you’re like everyone else
pop your ego trip with an ice pick
too hot for words but I say fuck it
too much for you but you know you want it
I scare you I thrill you it’s all a head trip
if you care for me kill me don’t let your aim slip
cut loose the noose you hang on me
I hang daily but I know you never see
wipe the smile from your face the light from your eyes
I never was good at saying goodbyes
slit your throat slit my wrists slit the sky
blood falls in buckets blood is waist high
my blood is blue from ol’ Mr. Xan
my blood is drained when you hold my hand
there’s no time to waste anymore
I need to be free from the edge of death’s door
I’m leaving I’m tired of falling behind
I didn’t want it I didn’t want it I didn’t want it
I’m gone so gone you’ll never know where
this place is no home there’s no place any where
it’s over I need to evolve with the madness
it’s over like sweet laughter to sadness
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
FUNDAMENTALLY LOATHSOME
A fantastic song from the album, "Mechanical Animals." Oh, it's by Marilyn Manson.
FUNDAMENTALLY LOATHSOME
I want to wake up in your white, white sun
I want to wake up in your world with no pain
But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday
While you are numb all of the way
When I hate it
I know I can feel
butwhen you love it
you know it's not real
No
I am resigned to this wicked fucking world
On its way to hell
The living are dead and
I hope to join them too
I know what to do and I do it well...
When I hate it
I know I can feel but
When you love it
you know it's not real
No
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I would shoot you
FUNDAMENTALLY LOATHSOME
I want to wake up in your white, white sun
I want to wake up in your world with no pain
But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday
While you are numb all of the way
When I hate it
I know I can feel
butwhen you love it
you know it's not real
No
I am resigned to this wicked fucking world
On its way to hell
The living are dead and
I hope to join them too
I know what to do and I do it well...
When I hate it
I know I can feel but
When you love it
you know it's not real
No
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I would shoot you
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
WHAT ELSE CAN BE SAID?

THE HEAD & THE HEART
I wonder why we became so close
some things I’ll never understand
maybe it’s for the best
but I’ll never understand the choices you make
I wonder if us getting that close
is the reason we’re this close
how close is this close
there’s always somebody between us
can’t commit and don’t think you will
I don’t think it will be me
I don’t think I stand a chance
you can’t cut the hold on you
how can you turn away from what you want
I know what you say that others don’t
I’ve lost you once before
there’s no way I could go through it twice
time ticks on minutes lost without you
I know what keeps you from me
and I’m helpless to stop it
and I wonder if you even care
this is what it’s like without you
lost and confused alone yet again
the head wants to cut loose
the heart wants to hang around
Thursday, October 05, 2006
KILL ME, PLEASE

THE ASSASSINATION
are you prepared to see me die
my death my blood covers your hands
no weapon caused the termination
your lack of action caused my assassination
no hurt was supposed to come to me
yet somehow I found the final solution
the only way out death by suicide
I had a nice supply of pills I had gathered for several months
consequences of betrayal I could not think of a more painful way
to hurt you than by my taking myself out of the equation
it’s all on you can you live with the guilt
I want to murder you with guilt
I want to become a scar in your mind
I want to haunt your ever thought
I want to always be just one step behind you
I’m always breathing down your neck
what means more to you
settling for what you’ve got
or getting what you really want
this is why I’m dead I lost
I love the cold ground
the worms tell me stories of all those they’ve devoured
I ask them to make quit work of me
the less of me left here to suffer the better
yet now you seem to miss me
you lost the only true thing in your life
you’re just like all the rest
what a surprise I’m not surprised I’m dead
down in the hole maggots remind me of you
eggs lain by files carriers of sickness
like the one you injected into me
I’m better off dead
I don’t have to worry about this anymore
I hope I haunt you I hope there is no rest
I’m in your soul I want to consume you
and hope you end up dead like me
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