Gloves Off |
I've never been a wise manI've always been a fighterA cigarette in my handand in the other a lighterNo boxing glovesJust my blood and sweatDripping on the groundNo tears coming from my eyesNot a whimp...
Posted by Snowman on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 11:37:00 PST |
Count It |
Well the banker count their moneyand their wives drink their winethe kids are all in their schoolssince they're not home it must be fineAnyone who's ever had a homeknows it's not hard to break thembut...
Posted by Snowman on Sun, 25 May 2008 10:10:00 PST |
Suicide vs. Politics and the Media |
when will you hear the last bomb blast?the shrapnel is hitting me everywhereTake some time, don't think so fastOne more blast and goddammit i swear! Don't mess around, these are seri...
Posted by Snowman on Fri, 16 May 2008 12:39:00 PST |
A Cross on the Devil’s Wrist |
she's got a shattered imagelike a multi colored mirror falling on the floorShe don't know where her head isis it outside the door?Within this world with twistthere's a cross on the devils wristwhen he...
Posted by Snowman on Wed, 07 May 2008 01:13:00 PST |
Supply and Demand |
I'm afraid of numbersI'm afraid of little kidsI guess i'm getting it all wrongI think i've hit the skidstiny little numbers of tiny little handsseem to add up to reasonable, impossible demandsI punche...
Posted by Snowman on Fri, 02 May 2008 08:26:00 PST |
Arson |
At the moment i was living in shack behind an abandoned house in the suburbs. I coldn't break into the ouse without..well..breaking anything, but th shed was unlocked. Every t...
Posted by Snowman on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 05:00:00 PST |
ship captains, slave owners, shape shifters |
never could they part any seathey follow the tides where they gono control over the lives that they leadthey all put their gaze to the moonwaiing to get what they needBefore man made mountains and cel...
Posted by Snowman on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 11:23:00 PST |
Corrina |
i have twenty odd eyes all looking at youthey're at the back of my headaway from the door I'm about to go throughand you're what keeps me from being able to movewell you're used to velvet handsand sil...
Posted by Snowman on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 02:50:00 PST |
headlights |
I woke up easter morning ressurrected as a manI wouldn't call myself jesusreligion isn't part of the planthough the timing is improbableI believe in coincidencei don't believe in fate as much as chanc...
Posted by Snowman on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 08:22:00 PST |
Thank You, Finally. |
What happened to my sense of logic?maybe it was all lost when i felt the touchi was staring at the black in between the starswhen suddenly the sun rose slowly, as if on a crutchand I saw a bent horizo...
Posted by Snowman on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 07:45:00 PST |
