Twisted Mothafuckah
"I've become impossible holding on to when when everything seemed to matter more the two of us all used and beaten up watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose you and me we're in this together now none of them can stop us now we will make it through somehow you and me if the world should break in two until the very end of me until the very end of you awake to the sound as they peel apart the skin they pick and they pull trying to get their fingers in well they've got to kill what we found well they've got to hate what they fear well they've got to make it go away well they've got to make it disappear the farther i fall i'm beside you as lost as i get i will find you the deeper the wound i'm inside you for ever and ever i am a part of you and me we're in this together now none of them can stop us now we will make it through somehow you and me if the world should break in two until the very end of me until the very end of you all that we were is gone we have to hold on all that we were is gone we have to hold on when all our hope is gone we have to hold on all that we were is gone we have to hold on you and me we're in this together now none of them can stop us now we will make it through somehow you and me even after everything you're the queen and I'm the king nothing else means anything."-Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails), We're In This Together
Have I ever even thought to betray you. I find myself picking at my fucking self. Scabs of wounds left to fester never healing on their own making me an embodiment of a fucking stigma. I miss you so, being so fucking far away is making me feel so frustrated I find myself trying to tear my heart out to smash it to a bloody pulp of melancholy moody erratic deluded hyper-affected fucked up full of chicken shit piss on the cross piss in panties melodramedy. I need you. I need to confess. I need to feel forgiven for the ugliness that I am, that I feel. Why the fuck am I always this way when I feel too much distance. I neeeeeeed yooooouuu. I fucking need you. I'm going to scream from the inside till I fucking implode. :/
BAAAAAAAAAH. Bah bah fucked sheep have you any drool? Yes sir yes sir three hags full.... or. Bah bah blacksheep have you any bull yes sir yes sir three craps full? Fags? dunno.
Hmm.
I wish I could have a voice
I wish I could have a choice
I can wish all I want but I know better
Wishes that come true are a chance of hardly ever
I've learned not to hope for too much or too little
I'm nothing but a riddle with a fucking fiddle
Morbid harlequin hanging from a bell embellished noose
All that I am is all I can be and life is not for me to choose
I can choose to end it all but not to live on without tears to cry
Happy wishes aren't for people like me and I won't bother to ask why
There is a serpentine parasite winding through my body and mind
I don't mind it mangling and lacerationg whatever it may find
It shows me how to live at the expense of myself
And I don't regret all the pain that I've ever felt
Just as long as I never stop asking why
Just as long as I refuse to let the truth lie.
©Rocky Rhodes Cobain
Have I ever even thought to betray you. I find myself picking at my fucking self. Scabs of wounds left to fester never healing on their own making me an embodiment of a fucking stigma. I miss you so, being so fucking far away is making me feel so frustrated I find myself trying to tear my heart out to smash it to a bloody pulp of melancholy moody erratic deluded hyper-affected fucked up full of chicken shit piss on the cross piss in panties melodramedy. I need you. I need to confess. I need to feel forgiven for the ugliness that I am, that I feel. Why the fuck am I always this way when I feel too much distance. I neeeeeeed yooooouuu. I fucking need you. I'm going to scream from the inside till I fucking implode. :/
BAAAAAAAAAH. Bah bah fucked sheep have you any drool? Yes sir yes sir three hags full.... or. Bah bah blacksheep have you any bull yes sir yes sir three craps full? Fags? dunno.
Hmm.
I wish I could have a voice
I wish I could have a choice
I can wish all I want but I know better
Wishes that come true are a chance of hardly ever
I've learned not to hope for too much or too little
I'm nothing but a riddle with a fucking fiddle
Morbid harlequin hanging from a bell embellished noose
All that I am is all I can be and life is not for me to choose
I can choose to end it all but not to live on without tears to cry
Happy wishes aren't for people like me and I won't bother to ask why
There is a serpentine parasite winding through my body and mind
I don't mind it mangling and lacerationg whatever it may find
It shows me how to live at the expense of myself
And I don't regret all the pain that I've ever felt
Just as long as I never stop asking why
Just as long as I refuse to let the truth lie.
©Rocky Rhodes Cobain