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| crash!
goes your skull through shattered frames of windshield
smash!
goes the inebriated guts into your sorry ribcage
now your flying through the air, I love it when you cant feel a thing
Pickup the mess you made, your insides have all fallen out
that'll make things better now dont it
the blood you spilt is less than 2 percent
drink Drink DRINK!
stuff it all in a bottle and drink it bare-bone dry!
dont you love feeling safe and drunk before you die
get out of that thing and walk that damn line
Being sober is a bore, lets kill on route 94
Now your really screwed son, you're gonna serve some time
the pain aint getting better baby its only just the start
alcohol drowns your leaden spirit so drink up bud
turn around, look the other way, shes dead man
you drank yourself up in her innocent blood
you're a demon son, who's killed a child
that bottle only added to the flood.
Get a life son, and it better be your own, you've stolen enough already.
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| So looking back to that poem from a few weeks ago, it sucks. Its
so freaking nice and basic, I hate any kind of writing or song like
that. It leaves nothing to be revealed, it asks no questions and
doesnt make you think at all. Here is a truely good song
that does make me think, and I in no way claim the credit for
it. It makes me mad that some people might dismiss it because of
one line or because of a single word, open your eyes people those
of you who claim to be christians arent acomplishing anything by
listening to your pretty little contemporary christian music songs.
Yeah they make you feel good, but think about the unsaved people who
hear your feel good songs that use the name of Jesus in an aesthetic
way to give you a little tickle in the back of your spine, they dont
understand at all, to them its just bad music and poor writing.
Lets think about becoming relevant to the people who are looking for
something to hold on to. Heres that song by the way.
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said
"Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?"
Because one day I leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go. Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you're gone we want you all to know We'll Carry on,
We'll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
Carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.
And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end
We hear the call to
To carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause
I could not care at all Do or die
You'll never make me
Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
Want it all,
I'm gonna play this part
Wont explain or say i'm sorry
I'm not ashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar
You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only..
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero
Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song
Just a man,
I'm not a hero
I -- don't -- care
Carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry
We'll carry on
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| ~~~~ No equation, no formula
can explain the way I feel
today looks so bleek, tomorrow bleeker still
I wan to drift into ages past
somewhere, not here, is the place I belong
somewhen, not now, reincarnate
I know it cannot be, but God I just cannot see
what is here for me to do
If I could I'd die a martyr and live happily
I run in circles without my senses
breathing poison, and running into walls
will I ever learn to smell, will I ever learn to see
the potential and greatness you placed inside of me
Nothing I can conjure will slow my quick decent
the wax holding my wings on is slowly melting away
Yet closer to the sun I climb, further and further astray
Im speeding for a head-on, I'm jumping off a cliff
what is wrong with me
how much farther can my rope stretch before I plummet into the depths?...
I'm losing my mind~~~
Like I said I'm losing my mind.
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| Yeah so whats up everybody. Its been a while but i really dont
care, no one reads this anymore, I can tell from my feedback
log....jerks lol jk...i think. Im having a really lousy night
here...I feel dark and lost and I have very little hope left. Im
a freaking loser. I hope you hate me, cause i dont deserve to be
loved...Goodnight.
Jake
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| Batman movies are my favorite!!! Joni camp this week, lets hope my heart is softened a little this week, cause I have been a hard hearted jerk for a litte while now... Jesus please change me this week. Kari you are so amazing, tonight was awesome. I will see you in one week!!! OK I need to get up early tomorrow goodnight, no one leaves me comments besides me wonderful Kari anymore, whats up with that, well at least she cares about me!!!!! thats enough for me personally, so good ridance. Godspeed
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