96 |
This Years Addiction
The rose and the thorn are the gardeners occupational hazard
(well) how do you tie this line into bars and cars
Alcohol hazes and freeform monologue
A slip of the tongue ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:36:00 GMT |
97 |
The transmission is taking on static
And we're losing contact across the room
Even though you are so close
Your voice sounds so far away
And the static starts to get so heavy
The only contact I have ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:33:00 GMT |
98 |
I'm tearing at the seams
Into shapes an ugly things
The timing isn't right
And we argue
I am the Great Decay
Or wasted thoughts and space
Liquors best friend
And a one-night stands greatest mistake
S...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:31:00 GMT |
99 |
These thoughts are only words
Words that never really make it off the page
Or even cross your lips
Like I love you
A victimless crime
When crimes begin to feel more like a favor
I'm caught red-handed...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:27:00 GMT |
life is ok |
This world is fucking wierd, but no matter what concrete walls get in the way, we all seem to drag ourselves out of the burning wreckage. i hope everyone is at their best right now.
Posted by on Mon, 02 May 2005 20:11:00 GMT |
Cadeau de Josephines à Napoleon |
Cadeau de Josephines à Napoleon
(Josephines gift to napoleon)
I am the apocalypse
The reason why your castle will crumble
Left in my wake
Are cop outs plotted and carefully designed
From your...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Apr 2005 20:56:00 GMT |
song |
The lynch mob and the guillotine are fighting over my head
It starts with two things i forgot to get right
4 weeks until love at first sight all over again
6 hours of questioning by the hit briga...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Mar 2005 11:53:00 GMT |
2:11(the steel age will be the death of me) |
Sadly im not seeing straight anyore
As if corrected vision would help improve my status
&&&..yes status
(what did you think I was gonna say?)
Lately phones ring when they want to
And I find mo...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2004 16:17:00 GMT |
Sorry Darling |
Thats it go cut your own throat for all i care
that mascara running down your face will never be my fault
with every mile you drive, feeling further away
orions clutching at your wrist, swearing th...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2004 12:53:00 GMT |
