Dear Livejournal
I just opened an email entitled "Justice for All"
I expected Metallica
It was instead a call to action
That was not Metallica.
Life is about to follow a curve familiar by sight to a strangely desired path. Who knew following the rails could be so easy?
The Smashing Pumpkins are not Metallica. (Goodbye, Billy Corgan)
Do you know what I know?
Your money and your wealth
Your silence just to hear yourself
Do you want what I want?
Desire not a thing
I hunger after independence lengthen freedom's ring
Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say
Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
"Today is a day of hope. Today is a day of dreams realized. Today we have been shown that truly anything we want to do we can. Today is a day to be grateful for all we have, and all that we will have. To relish in the love of family and friends, and let them relish in the love you have for them. Be at peace my friends." - text message received re today's coronation
Broken down, feeling naked
Leaving me unfulfilled
Promising compromise
Championing mediocrity
...
I reveal a deceiver
In the highest seat in the land
His idle hands the Devil's workshop
Generate more smoke than heat
Sitting around crying to Iron Maiden is a weird place to be, as it always is. Hell of a world to be inhabiting at this point in space and time. Here's to Blueprint Magazine and feelin' fine in aught-aught nine!
A life that's made to breath
destruction or defense
A mind that's vain corruption
bad or good intent
A wolf in sheep's clothing
Saintly or sinner
Or some that would believe
A holy war winner
Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Life is killing you
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to hell
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to tell
Everything around you
Whats it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath bloody sabbath
Nothing more to do
Living just for dying
Dying just for you
The bouncing cat icon head is still fucking ridiculous. 6:02am and I've just spotted the crescent moon low on the horizon out the window I will miss when I must leave it. Fuck.
I expected Metallica
It was instead a call to action
That was not Metallica.
Life is about to follow a curve familiar by sight to a strangely desired path. Who knew following the rails could be so easy?
The Smashing Pumpkins are not Metallica. (Goodbye, Billy Corgan)
Do you know what I know?
Your money and your wealth
Your silence just to hear yourself
Do you want what I want?
Desire not a thing
I hunger after independence lengthen freedom's ring
Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say
Independence limited
Freedom of choice
Is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception
"Today is a day of hope. Today is a day of dreams realized. Today we have been shown that truly anything we want to do we can. Today is a day to be grateful for all we have, and all that we will have. To relish in the love of family and friends, and let them relish in the love you have for them. Be at peace my friends." - text message received re today's coronation
Broken down, feeling naked
Leaving me unfulfilled
Promising compromise
Championing mediocrity
...
I reveal a deceiver
In the highest seat in the land
His idle hands the Devil's workshop
Generate more smoke than heat
Sitting around crying to Iron Maiden is a weird place to be, as it always is. Hell of a world to be inhabiting at this point in space and time. Here's to Blueprint Magazine and feelin' fine in aught-aught nine!
A life that's made to breath
destruction or defense
A mind that's vain corruption
bad or good intent
A wolf in sheep's clothing
Saintly or sinner
Or some that would believe
A holy war winner
Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Life is killing you
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to hell
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to tell
Everything around you
Whats it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath bloody sabbath
Nothing more to do
Living just for dying
Dying just for you
The bouncing cat icon head is still fucking ridiculous. 6:02am and I've just spotted the crescent moon low on the horizon out the window I will miss when I must leave it. Fuck.