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lunes, 26 de julio de 2010

I hate

Say I'm hostile, gotta relax
Better get a grip, here's the facts
I hate bein' here.

I hate people that makes me feel small
I hate having my back against the wall
I hate bein' talked down to
I hate your rules, I hate 'em all
Hate being marked to take the fall

viernes, 23 de julio de 2010

My apocalypse

There’s a place that I’ve found
As far as I can see
This place lies within
The depths of my dreams
In a garden surrounded
By fire and trees
Through the smoke a silhouette I can barely see
There’s a man with an axe
Standing in the rain

Looked me straight in the eyes
This is what he had to say

Never fall asleep
You won’t wake up
Destroy the guillotine
Before he does

I walk with shadows
(you have to find a better way)
I walk with shadows
(the questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(they keep me safe and sound)
So I walk with shadows
(the ways of burning down this house)

End transmission
The satellites are down
I need an earthquake
To shake this pity
OFF THE GROUND

Just don’t trust these liars at the door
(you have to find a better way)
Kill the ones that have these answers for
(the questions I will never say)

Never fall asleep
You won’t wake up
Destroy the guillotine
Before he does

I walk with shadows
(you have to find a better way)
I walk with shadows
(the questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(they keep me safe and sound)
So I walk with shadows
(the ways of burning down this house)

End transmission
The satellites are down
I need an earthquake
To shake this pity
Off the ground

All the vibrant colors I see
And the shades that fill the grey

Pain
The pain
Pain
The pain
Pain the pain
Pain

Hiding from the gallows
(you have to find a better way)
I walk with shadows
(the questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(they keep me safe and sound)
So I walk with shadows
(the ways of burning down this house)

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Tendría que dignarme a entrar un poco mas seguido en este blog de mierda, y sentarme a escribir (?)

Suicidal Tendencies - Possessed To Skate

Let's skate!

Seemed like such an innocent toy
Got a skate at eight years old
He was the All-American boy
Now the story can be told

Beware he's possessed to skate!

Skating takes him up in height
He's a pilot on a modern flight
See him flying through the air

If he don't land then he don't care

When he skates-he skates
Cause he never hesitates
Cause he rips-he rips
Like a modern gladiator ain't got no fears
He's the wizard on the wheels
So skate

He shoots the pool like a launching pad
Skating is all that's on his mind
If it ain't insane then you can't get rad
He's skating radical all the time

Beware he's possessed to skate!

Six foot airiels inverts backside
Looks like a magic carpet ride

Optical illusion it must be
He redefines insanity

Doesn't understand why you'd wanna walk
Ain't got time to sit and talk
Used to be just like you and me

Now he's an outcast of society
Beware he's possessed to skate!

And the skating's getting radical

Live to ride
Ride to live

Old school crossover ♥


viernes, 16 de julio de 2010

Sickness

Ahora soy un cadaver, la ciudad está devastada. El invierno nuclear arrasó con todo.
Nací en un ataud.

Cosas sin sentido, pensamientos, y cosas que se me vienen a la mente. Cualquier cosa para escribir algo

jueves, 15 de julio de 2010

Une vie

Mi vida es monotona, aburrida. Estoy harto ya.
¿Para que vivir sin sentir? Si me concidieran un deseo, probablemente ese seria estar muerto.

Viva la estupidez

miércoles, 14 de julio de 2010

Everybody sucks.

Funeral celebrado por la depresión del hombre.
Posee la clave de su propia muerte.
Entras en la tumba de un cadáver ya elegido.
Aprieta el torniquete alrededor de tu cuello.
Esparces los despojos de una vida detestable.
El tacto frío de la muerte
empieza a helarte el espinazo.
Buscas la vida más allá de tu tránsito.
Repites palabras que resuenan en tu mente.
Recitas versos de un encanto embrujador
para salvarte de la extinción.
Querer morir es tu razón de vivir.
Nueva vida nacida de los oprimidos.
Pruebas tu sangre
mientras se esparce en el aire.
Otra víctima mortal,
te precipitas en la oscuridad más profunda.
Pierdes terreno,
adviertes que el destino se aproxima.
Fatalidad, realidad, esperas la llamada final.
Tras mi mirada pecaminosa no
hay pensamientos de muerte.
Esqueletos en mis pensamientos
comienzan a minar mi razón.
Mis vasos cerebrales
llevan la muerte hasta mi nacimiento.
Ven y muere conmigo para siempre.
Comparte la locura.

¿Quieres morir?

Las oleadas de sangre se aproximan a todo correr,
baten contra los muros de mentiras.
Me hacen perder la cordura,
se extienden en mi mente.
El cuerpo no ascendente de la tumba
muestra la nueva realidad,
lo que soy, lo que quiero.
Yo sólo deseo la muerte.