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will no one help us? will you help us? will God help us? must we help ourselves? have we damned ourselves? Jesus FUCKING Christ, screamed again, i take the Lord's name in vain, hear clenched like fists in rage. this emotion is fleeting, it flees with day, but deadly and stinking, decaying it stays, like a moldering demon it's eating its way, into the hearts of our teens, so what will you say? must we wait for the day when the night is so deadly all that is sought is escape. it seems we've lost our way for God makes no sense in this place, nor does the light of day, or will to wait, the speakers became the faces of best friends but the music wouldn't kill us as if we could even drown. it's the substances that call now, just stable instability, a lie? a poet? the truth?
now it's me and you. it's me and her, and what are we to do? you are not here, to tell us the truth. i'm told the truth is something we know, burried deep within us and to ignore it is a lie, to ignore it is to fall down to hell for denying our maker that we knew oh so well oh so somewhere oh so deep down. do we know You now?
again substances call out, oh to have perdictable inperdictability! empty space is insurmountable, when the things we use to fill it dry up we are left with nothing to satisfy our parched lips now the movies has ended and this is our list of pacifiers to give the extacy something to suck on: school, work and play; movies, ----- and tv; alcohol, music and friends; -------, ----- and ---. see its like MCR said (you should never know).
we love this music, but i am not we, see, i find the flashing lights empty, i'm sorry, the cigarettes give me a headache, oh! but how i wish to drown as you, as i see you on the dance floor decaying in the lights. i. can. not. this music will have to fill me, but it is not your music, it is mine, and i drink it in me thru an i.v. this feeling last 3min35sec, this feeling lasts 5:22, this feeling lasts 4:55. but it is good enough while it lasts.
i'm sorry i'm not good enough my dear, but i'm not sorry at all; i'm just psychotic cause the dark has filled the outside again, as happens every night. every fucking night. every fucking day. oh, i'm sure i'll be sorry one day, if i hold you in my arms and look at all the black i've eaten as it rubs off on your dress. these are fears. sure is something of the past: i was sure i'd be the movie hero, now i ---- ----- to ---- from the ---- of a -----. i will think no more of you. for you i will think forever. enough of this talk.
a pistol. a whip. a blow to the back of the head. a kick. a roll. oh bloody should not you be dead?
fingers are leeches, they dance on a keeyboard of bones. thoughts are the meezles, they.
longer between the spaces now, but moving is living, if i stop now where will i fall.
it is only 9pm.
a new song. a new feeling. it feels good but what is a moment? nicotine. alcohol. apap. pesudoephedrine. triprolidine. heroin. morphine. hydrocodone. oxycodone. codeine. opium. cyclobenzaprine. amphetamine. methamphetamine. methelinedioxymethamphetamine. dextromethrophan. psilocyben. mescaline. slavanorin-a. thc. diphenhydramine. a pink pill with a christmas tree.
goodnight. goodbye. hello. i'll be fine again soon enough. fucking fucking fuck.
-joel
-->you better run for the hills before they burn listen to the sound of the world don't watch it turn i just want to tell you what i know catch you when the current lets you go or should i just get along with myself i never did get along with everybody else i've been trying hard to do whats right but baby i could stay here all night and watch the stars fall from the sky this river is wild.
-->now adam's taking bombs and he's stuck on his mom because that bitch keeps trying to make him pray he's with the hippy in the park combing over the dark just trying to get some of that little girl play.
-->sometimes i'm nervous when i talk sometimes i hate the line i walk