| The Theme Park Called Life
If there never was good then there'd be no bad dont talk about the times we had there over now and they are never coming back its like im on a rollercoaster of life up and down spinning like a merry go round never knowing where your going its just the story of a troubled guy like the sky before a storm how can anyone live with so much scorn it feels like my heart has been torn like pages from the book of my life I fuckin hate these troubled times. It feels like every day is the worst of my life.
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| What to do what to do? So many things Im thinking about right now but I guess I did bring some of these problems on myself. But still must all this pressure be brought opun one perso is it not to much of a burden? But I supose I must face the problems I pray I make the right chioce. |
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| I miss someone who is very dear to me so much which makes me depressed and then to add to it my school is horrible all the staff are assholes and so are the students I dont understand this because christian schools are suposed to be better enviroments and they are all worse!!! |
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| Omega
What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat to sift and focus
On the bigger...better...now...
We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?
Wind down inside adivistic galore
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugarcube and hope you get a taste
What the fuck is all this for?
What the hells going on?
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but lets move on...shall we?
Say, youre me and Im you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Havent felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plundge me into the dead spot again
Thats where you go when theres no one else around
Its just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
Classified my ass, thats a fucking secret and you know it
Government is another way to say...better...than...you...
Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick
Its like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck
Fascism you can vote for...isnt that sweet
And were all gonna die some day, cause thats the american way
And Ive drunk to much and said to little
When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...
See whats happening
Shut up
Fuck you, fuck you
Im sorry I could go on and on
But its time to move on...so...
Remember..
Youre a wreck
An accident, forget the freak youre just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in then end everything we do...
Is just everything weve done
-Stone Sour |
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| LOL today me and 2 of my stupid friends were driving our golfcart and we flipped it over on ourselves and we broke the lights our dad just bought for us lol it was hilarious. We are all in pain lol unbelievably the golfcart still runs lol. |
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