theika athlioi stixoi.
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theika athlioi stixoi.
gousta Amnesiac :D
My mind is burning.I'm burning.I can't feel you anymore.Have i reached my point?Will i drown in delusion?
bah, athlioi einai. the same goes for their music.
8a to ksanagrapsw akoma mia fora GOUSTA EINAI AUTA .sto katw katw egw tous akouw kai oxi eseis kai emena mou aresoun.sorry kiolas e?
My mind is burning.I'm burning.I can't feel you anymore.Have i reached my point?Will i drown in delusion?
ok gousta!!!
eipe kaneis to antitheto?
Diafana krina xynoun :headbang:
Vanilla is smooth chocolate is kickin' strawberry is sweet all deserve a
hearty lickin' have em all three scoops piled high variety is the spice of
life
Well you can have soft serve and hard sugar cones root beer floats or my
banana split do you like nuts or some sticky whip creme come lick it off
and be my dairy queen
I love the Chilis freaky, uplift, mother's milk, Faith No More, Mike
Patton's voice is smooth as silk, Metallica's music makes me want to rage,
Sting's lyrics have something to say, Jimi Hendrix plays guitar like a no
one else, Black Sabbath, Ozzy's voice is sick as hell, Prince, Fishbone,
NWA these are the things that I like to play
Mr. Bungle is so very cool so don't be an ignorant fool there's so much
music for you to choose so don't just be a metal dude it's cool fool
sacred reich - 31 flavors
gay.
I got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and my comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
got those swollen hand blues
Got 13 channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I got electric light
and I got second sight
Got amazing powers of observation
and that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There will be nobody home
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm
and the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite chatin shirt
I got nicotine stains on my fingers
I got a silver spoon in a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I got wild staring eyes
I got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to...
Oooooh babe
When I pick up the phone
There is still nobody home
I got a pair of go-hills boots
And I got fading roots
and you know you're
gonna lie to you
in your own way
know know too well
know the chill
know she breaks
my Siren
NEVER was one
for a prissy girl
coquette
Call in
For an ambulance
Reach high
doesn't mean SHE'S holy
just means
She's got a Cellular handy
almost Brave
almost pregnant
almost in love
"VANILLA"
and you know you're
gonna lie to you
in your own way
Tori Amos - Siren
Gia opoion exei dei to great expectations :)
Giatre paizei na eimai gay?
Skyclad - Men of straw.
I pray that soon the blessed meek their world shall inherit
When all of these bastards are judged by their merits
And called to account for the acts they've commited
The jury their victims - no sins are omitted.
I'd gladly burn these men of straw who beat the weakest hardest
They sow the seeds of misery - let children reap the harvest
The "lowest of the low" are they - not fit to share our planet
They are not men but beasts indeed, so take this beast and hang it.
Suffer the children - unseen and unheard
Who live in the dark closets where skeletons stirred
Behind mental parapets feelings lay hidden
They cried out for nothing - and nothing were given.
Why is it so hard to comprehend
They should not be released to re-offend?
I think instead that they should take the place
Of the animals dissected by this so called "Human Race."
The time has come to take these scum and set a fine example
The only problem is - I fear no punishment is ample
Now I am not a violent man - but it would give me pleasure
To watch these vermin crucified (then kill them at my leisure).
They rob the young of innocence and then show no repentance
We should relieve them of their lives - the crime befits the sentence
Instead set free to hurt again for reasons I can't figure
Just line them all against the wall and let me pull the trigger.
σε περιμένω τ' άλλο καλοκαίρι
και 'χω κρυμμένο στην αμμουδιά έν' αστέρι
σε περιμένω στης αγάπης μου την πλώρη
πόσο σε θέλω μελαχροινό μου αγόρι
ψοφάω.
There’s a look on your face I would like to knock out
See the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth
All I want is to see you in terrible pain
Though we won’t ever meet I remember your name
Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else
Then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say
But I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway
You are scum, you are scum and I hope that you know
That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show
Now the world needs to see that it’s time you should go
There’s no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow
Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else
Then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say
But I don’t think I can, so fuck you anyway
Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth
I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth
Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say
So much crap coming out it must take you all day
There’s a space left in hell with your name on the seat
With a spike in the chair just to make it complete
When you look at yourself do you see what I see
If you do why the fuck are you looking at me
Why the fuck why the fuck are you looking at me
(Repeat x 4)
There’s a time for us all and I think yours has been
Can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene
We can’t wait for the day that you’re never around
When that face isn’t here and you rot underground
Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else
Then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say
But I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway
So fuck you anyway (Repeat x 11)
Can you find me soft asylum?I can't take it anymore...
kai apo to idio tragoudi...
All our lives we sweat and save,buildinge fora a shallow grave...
Είναι κάτι όλες οι νύχτες κι όλες οι στιγμές,έτοιμες,γυάλινα βάζα κι άνθρωποι,
που πάνε πίσω πίσω μακριά,παίρνουν φόρα από μακριά,βουτάν με το κεφάλι,τσακίζουν την απόσταση,τα τζάμια,
σκληρό ναρκωτικό η μοναξιά,
ανοίγουνε πανιά και παν και καρφώνονται στα καλώδια ψηλά...
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