Furtive wonders...
This is one of the most talented and funny songs ever written, and I will tell you the band and the title of the song, because no one seems to figure out what the hell I mean when I post the lyrics.
The band: Choking Victim
The song: Five Finger Discount
I walk to the product store and glad to see
All the pretty pretty packages staring back at me
Which is my favorite
Where is my chance
To remove the product and stick it in my pants
'Cause I wanna see
What's for sale
What's for free
As the adrenaline rushes
The product's in my grip
I wasn't into shopping
But now it's time to lift
Look for my moment
The clock ticks
The product I've selected is concealed against my dick
Hannah, Hannah, your name is a pallendrome, because you told me to mention you in my LiveJournal.
Furtively, wonders cease to exist in the prance we call our lust, our love, and our passion. My heart is repaired, whether it is lust or passion seems not to matter. Tomorrow will no longer be dreaded, nor will any Wednesdays or the rest of my encounters with the Jackyl while I'm the Hyde. Lusting for a kiss is nonexistant, and souls pour while my broken heart lays in gore, for I have achieved the ultimate atonement for my blessings, and it feels wonderful. I can pick up scattered recollections of me wishing to throw away hate and jealousy. I believe I have done just so, in just the correct manner.
Revolution can only begin when one looks within. Looks within the lies and unsafe securities this world seems to offer. Revolution can only begin when one truly understands the nature of the problem, and addresses it. One cannot understand the nature of our problem, because the problem itself has created a barrier, a wall, almost, to force us into a sense of fake security and an intoxicating sense of power. Power has followed greed, and destruction follows power. Descruction of the world around us, destruction of the lives of the innocent, and the slow, but sure destruction of ourselves.
The band: Choking Victim
The song: Five Finger Discount
I walk to the product store and glad to see
All the pretty pretty packages staring back at me
Which is my favorite
Where is my chance
To remove the product and stick it in my pants
'Cause I wanna see
What's for sale
What's for free
As the adrenaline rushes
The product's in my grip
I wasn't into shopping
But now it's time to lift
Look for my moment
The clock ticks
The product I've selected is concealed against my dick
Hannah, Hannah, your name is a pallendrome, because you told me to mention you in my LiveJournal.
Furtively, wonders cease to exist in the prance we call our lust, our love, and our passion. My heart is repaired, whether it is lust or passion seems not to matter. Tomorrow will no longer be dreaded, nor will any Wednesdays or the rest of my encounters with the Jackyl while I'm the Hyde. Lusting for a kiss is nonexistant, and souls pour while my broken heart lays in gore, for I have achieved the ultimate atonement for my blessings, and it feels wonderful. I can pick up scattered recollections of me wishing to throw away hate and jealousy. I believe I have done just so, in just the correct manner.
Revolution can only begin when one looks within. Looks within the lies and unsafe securities this world seems to offer. Revolution can only begin when one truly understands the nature of the problem, and addresses it. One cannot understand the nature of our problem, because the problem itself has created a barrier, a wall, almost, to force us into a sense of fake security and an intoxicating sense of power. Power has followed greed, and destruction follows power. Descruction of the world around us, destruction of the lives of the innocent, and the slow, but sure destruction of ourselves.