Freitag, 25. Februar 2011

Did I waste my time? I think I did, I worked for life

You could follow logic or contest it all
The work solution makes the common house a home
The element of progress that you mention is gone
It de-evolved to something you were headed toward

As I lay to die the things I think
Did I waste my time? I think I did, I worked for life
All we want are just pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Like a cast shadow, like a fathers dream
Have a cut out son, what's a worse disease

To get that pretty little home, as I lay to die the things I think

I don't want to regret what I did and work for life
All we want are just pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Agenda suicide, the drones work hard before they die
And give up on pretty little homes

Our work makes pretty little homes
Our work makes pretty little homes
Agenda suicide, the drones work hard before they die
And give up on pretty little homes

AGENDA SUICIDE - THE FAINT

Samstag, 19. Februar 2011

Such a perfect time and place to release this built in rage. I don't think I've ever felt so fucking free before.


2. Cog in the Machine:

I've become disillusioned in this place.  Lost within myself.  Such an apathetic state....and the more I scratch the surface, the more it starts to bleed.  I don't know what I've become or who I used to be.  

But I need you....you can help me bleed this through....cause the only place I feel alive is right inside of you...

I can't stop it...I won't....

My instincts tell me, I can never assimilate.  Just a cog in the machine my faith disintegrates.  My instincts tell me, this is never gonna change.  Just a cog in the machine I just can't stop this fate.  

Continued silence from divinity....this self-destruction's strangely moving me.  Such a perfect time and place to release this built in rage.  I don't think I've ever felt so fucking free before.  

Penetrate you...it's all I want to do....cause the only time I'm pacified is when I'm fucking you....

I can't stop it....

My instincts tell me, I can never assimilate.  Just a cog in the machine my faith disintegrates.  My instincts tell me, this is never gonna change.  Just a cog in the machine I just can't stop this fate.  

Help me bleed this through... Help me bleed this through....

by
http://www.myspace.com/betaplusembryo

Deftones - Sextape

Donnerstag, 10. Februar 2011

Mansun Lyrics, Wide Open Space Lyrics

Mansun Lyrics, Wide Open Space Lyrics



I'm in a wide open space, I'm standing

I'm all alone and staring into space
It's always quiet thru' my ceiling
The roof comes in and crashes in a daze

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing
You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see

I'm on the top of a hill, I'm lonely
There's someone here to shout to miles away
I could be back in my house, for I care
They do not hear me, it's the same old case

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing
You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see

Wide open space, I'm standing
I'm all alone and staring into space
It's always quiet thru' my ceiling

The roof comes in and crashes in a daze

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing
You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing
You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see