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posted on Nov, 25 2006 @ 02:30 PM
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Anti-Flag
For Blood and Empire
"The Press Corpse"


The [Downing Street] memo says...

...We gotta work to make the facts fit the false charges
Pull the wool over the eyes of the filthy masses
Stab the people in the back for the corporate choice
Roll the propaganda out using The People's Voice

We don't want to talk about it...

The press scribble scribble every half-truth spoke
Then shoot it round the country like an April Fools joke
Hype the nation for a Desert Storm love affair
Wave the stars and stripes like you just don't care!

They talk it up all day, they talk it up all night
They talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew

They don't want to... talk talk talk talk talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute
They don't want to talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute

And on the TV screen...
...Diversion and aversion is the flavor of the day
Was it WMDs? Or Democracy?
Blame it on MI-6 or the CIA
The White House Press Corpse only has one thing to say...

"We don't want to talk about it!"

The White House boils over, "Al Jazeera got it wrong!"
The Press Corpse jumps onboard singing the White House song
While over in Iraq thousands are dead because of lies
The spineless war drumming-press corpse have taken lives

They talk it up all day, they talk it up all night
They talk until their face turns blue - Red white and blue!
But when the truth escapes the night and crawls into the day
We find the picture still askew

They don't want to... talk talk talk talk talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and mindlessly salute
They don't want to talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute

Fires fueled on endless lies
Black shrouds coat desert skies
A nation's viewpoint blurred and led
As embeds report what they're fed

We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...
We don't want to talk about it...

(We don't want to talk about it...)
We don't, don't want to, we don't wanna talk about it
(We don't want to...)
We don't, don't want to, we don't wanna talk

They don't want to... talk talk talk talk talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute
They don't want to talk about it
They wanna tiptoe, walk around it
Wave the flag and cowardly salute




[edit on 11/25/06 by niteboy82]




posted on Nov, 25 2006 @ 06:40 PM
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We're in the building where they make us grow
And I'm frightened by the liquid engineers
Like you

My Mallory heart is sure to fail

I could crawl around the floor just like I'm real
Like you

The sound of metal I want to be you
I could learn to be a man
Like you

Plug me in and turn me on
Oh everything is moving

I need my treatment it's tomorrow they send me
Singing "I am an American"
Do you?

Picture this if they could make the change
I'd love to pull the wires from the wall
Did you?

And who are you and how can I try?
Here inside I like metal
Don't you?

All I know is no one dies
I'm still confusing love with need



posted on Nov, 26 2006 @ 05:13 AM
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benny bennasi - satistfaaaaaaaaction






posted on Nov, 26 2006 @ 06:24 PM
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Akon - Smack That

[Akon:]

Shady
Konvict
Upfront
Akon
Slim Shady

I see the one, because she be that lady! Hey!
I feel you creeping on, I can see from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
and posibbly bend you over look back and watch me



Smack that out on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that oh-oooh!
Smack that out on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that oh-oooh!

Upfront style ready to attack now
pull in the parking lot slow with the lac down
Konvicts got the whole thing packed now
Step in the club now and wardobe intact now!
I feel it down and cracked now (ooh)
I see it dull and backed now
I'm gonna call her, than I pull the mack down
Money no problem, pocket full of that now!

I feel you creeping on, I can see from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
and posibbly bend you over look back and watch me

Smack that out on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that oh-oooh!
Smack That out on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that oh-oooh!

[Eminem:]

Ooh...Looks like another club banger
They better hang on when they throw this thing on
Get a lil drink on
They gonna flip for this Akon #
You can bank on it!
Pedicure medicure kitty-cat claws
The way she climbs up and down them poles
Looking like one of them putty-cat dolls
Trying to hold my woodie back thru my draws
Steps upstage and think I saw
Creeps up behind me, shes like''your''
I'm like ya I know lets cut to the chase
No time to waste back to my place
Starts from the club to the crib it's like a mile away
its more like a palace shall I say
Plus I got pal if your gal is game
In fact he is the one singing the song that's playing
"Akon!"

[Akon:]

I feel you creeping on, I can see from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
and posibbly bend you over look back and watch me

Smack that out on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that oh-oooh!
Smack that out on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that oh-oooh!

Eminem is rollin', d and em rollin' bo
And all marvelous them rolling
Women just holding big booty rollin'
Soon I'll be on Eminem throwin "D!"
Hittin on less than "Three!"
Block wheel style like "Whee!"
Girl I can tell you want me because lately

I feel you creeping on, I can see from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like tabo
and posibbly bend you over look back and watch me

Smack that out on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that oh-oooh!
Smack that out on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that oh-oooh!



posted on Nov, 27 2006 @ 01:11 AM
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^
see previous post.



posted on Nov, 27 2006 @ 06:44 AM
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GZA - Liquid Swords

When the MC's came, to live our their name
And to perform
Some had, to snort coc aine, to act insane
With before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
That the mental plane to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo RZA flip the track with the what to guy
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH

Fake niggaz get blitzed
And mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns
# is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some loud howl #, to insert a fiend
But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
#'s played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga I think
I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that # up, my clan in da front want it

When the MC's came, to live our their name
And to perform
Some had, to snort coc aine, to act insane
With before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
That the mental plane to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo RZA flip the track with the what to guy
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH

I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station and attack
While your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
What the # for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
Round the clock, that state pen time check it
With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
Into the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
Niggaz are fascinated how the # begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin

When the MC's came, to live our their name
And to perform
Some had, to snort coc aine, to act insane
With before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
That the mental plane to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo RZA flip the track with the what to guy
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH



posted on Nov, 27 2006 @ 06:52 AM
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RZA - Unspoken Word

Yo, yo it's the unspoken word
You not heard, get your brains open
Controlled emotions freewill
At the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two

Word's on the street "Dunn! Dunn!" Bobby's goin Digital
Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
in secret society sects, NARC's radar
suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejectin lightning
Strikin like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton
A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest
The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest
One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts
Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust
Ninjas spyin, the ammo flyin, the steel iron
Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions
My team is a magazine of M-16's
But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
Welcome back to the catalogue, hip-hop cyborg
Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog
We blowin smoke creatin Scooby Doo fogs
Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks
Sean Connery, calmly bombin MC's, who stuck on my phenomenon
Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier
You worry Duck, you get touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo

The Wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag
Carry large black guns in small school bags
Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in roman numerals
The Looney Tune niggaz I be rollin with, be screwin you
Quick to make a nigga # in his pants, with one glance
Laid back like a fat Huffy bike, on the kickstands
My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass
And shatter, leave no traces of your matter
You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go to sleep I pull your teeth
I'm vegetarian bitch, I don't need the beef
So how I spell relief? Ruler Z, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head
B.O.B.B.Y.
You don't qualify
You don't have supply
It's a natural high

The unspoken word
You not heard, get your brains open
Controlled emotions freewill
At the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two

It's Bobby Digital, words you can't ridicule
We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you

[Bobby you be on that bull#]
All the time
[With them big words and #]
I free ya'll niggaz minds
[What the # you think you are some king or somethin
Mother#er you ain't #, high profilin]

Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan's founds their peers
Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears
My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling
Like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin
Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
[Bobby you be buggin!] Girl my mind flashes
My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat muslim oil
My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil
No time for fragile planet for small wombs
My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey
Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny
Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the Lord
Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard
Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters
These anti-crucified on my Technique crossfader
# the bloodshed, you be leakin your soul
Physical mental emotion we will control
Infinite darts I apply to your back, like horse brandin
I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black Samson

Unspoken words
You not heard, get your brains open
Emotions will
At the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two

It's Bobby Digital, words you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
Slimy savages, against the Digital
# you Analog, the # is critical

Unspoken words
Bein heard, get your brains open
Controlled emotions will
At the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two

Bobby Digital, words you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
You slimy savages, # is gettin critical
# you Analog niggaz we be Digital

Bobby Digital

Word up # that

[Bobby Digital]

digi digi



posted on Nov, 27 2006 @ 09:00 AM
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Cyndi Lauper
"All Through The Night"
The Body Acoustic

The acoustic versions of these songs, are great.



posted on Nov, 27 2006 @ 02:26 PM
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Dynamite Hack - Boyz in the hood

Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz on the pad throwin' up gang signs
I went in the house to get the clip
With my Mac10 on the side of my hip
I bailed outside and I pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
I jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front and back side to side
Then I let the alpine play
I was pumpin' new # by NWA
It was \"Gangster Gangster\" at the top of the list
Then I played my own #, it went somethin' like this:

Cruisin' down the street in my 6-fo'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the ho's
I went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there cold shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up, who can it be?
The fresh El Camino rollin Kilo G
He rolls down the window and he starts to say
It's all about makin' that G.T.A.

Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
Come talkin' that trash n we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said # ...

Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I go to a place where my homeboyz chill
The fellas out there try to make that dollar
I pulled up in the 6-4 impala
greeted with a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
I gotta get my girl to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Pulled to the house get her out of the pad
And the bitch said something to make me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' #, would'nt you know?
I reached back like a pimp and I slapped the ho'
And her father stood up and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out

Cuz the boyz in the hood are alwayz hard
Come talkin' that trash n we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit'
Don't quote me boy, I ain't said # ...

Punk ass trippin in the dead of night
homie scored a key he's gonna fly, punk ass fly.

[edit on 27-11-2006 by Lysergic]



posted on Nov, 27 2006 @ 03:43 PM
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Tupac - New Song

[DJ: This is that new 2pac!]

Listen close, as life turns its pages
Makaveli here, kickin' rhymes for the ages
Seen things in stages, wise words spoken by sages
From SkyTel to BlackBerry pages
Your crew don't phase us, we'll make you bustas pay us
Run up in your spot like CJ from San Andreas

I wrote this song a long time ago
A real long time ago
Feel me!
I wrote this song a long time ago
It was the dopest song I ever wrote... in '94

What can a nigga do, when half the people voted for George W?
It's a bitch, F--k George W. -- can't be true --
I wanna choke him, because he's a snitch
I'm talking about George W. Smith
From city council, he ran in '93
Out in Oakland, you probably didn't hear about him

I wrote this song a long time ago
A real long time ago
Way before Slim Shady was in demand
Way before we dropped baloney on Afghanistan
I wrote this song in '94

How am I doin' this?
Look around the club, see everyone in the place
Showing 'Pac love, got a smile on my face
The girl in the miniskirt has bad taste
Because her shirt don't match
And there's a puddin' stain on the back
What the f--k is that?
It might be doo-doo

And you in the back, you ain't sh-t
You bought a gin and tonic but you didn't even tip
And if you hit the table one more time then the record might skip-might skip
I told you, stop hittin' the table.

Tupac Shakur,
I wrote this rhyme in 1994
I'm not alive!
Thug life!
Dave Chappelle, that ain't your wife
A married man, you've got two kids
Go home!

I wrote this song a long time ago
A real long time ago
Way before Beanie Sigel had to do a bid
Way before Dave Chappelle had two kids
Don't give him no coochie

[DJ: 2pac, rest in peace.]

Okay, I will!



posted on Nov, 27 2006 @ 03:59 PM
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First.. there was the collapse of civilization
Anarchy, genocide, starvation
Then.. when it seemed like # couldn't get any more #ed up
We got The Plague
The Living Death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started
The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure
.. that would END the pestilence.. why?
I like the death
I *LIKE* the misery
I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!!

Space, The Final Frontier
These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL

As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, YES
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def'
Kids is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all get along?
See my pinkie, see my thumb
See that kid with the pawn shop gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole # numb
Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum
Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into millenium
The name of this one is Judgement Day
No more BS, can't come out and play
Don't blame me, blame society
Type of chemistry for a live MC
Hands in the air like you just don't care
You all get a share, there's a party over here
Year two-thousand, keep bouncin
T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin
New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin
At the full moon howlin
Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills
Only time will reveal like the words in the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggaz don't got to pay my bills
P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let the garden grow
And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine
Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine
Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick
Bloodbath, body baths and #
U-F-C fightin championships
G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip
Now you don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
C'mon.. I said c'mon..
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into millenium
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, YES
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def'
Kids is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all get along?
See my pinkie, see my thumb
See that kid with the pawn shop gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole # numb
Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum
Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into millenium

10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..
Step into millenium

Ten let the countdown begin
I was born in the mind
Take the head of a snake
Behold Armaggedeon
Ain't no love for the rich
Only strong will survive
Cause we live by the sword
Plus sixty degrees
For the black and the blue
For the sun..

Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day



posted on Nov, 27 2006 @ 05:41 PM
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Gary Jules - Mad World


All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world



posted on Nov, 27 2006 @ 08:26 PM
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I see the Red Sea part in front of me
I see the desert clouds bleed above me
I'm with the prophets on the final destiny
We'll fight the heathens and the ghost enemy

This is the prophecy
This is the prophecy

I see the money beggars on the last temptation
We're marching now through the devastation
I'm with the prophets on a mission of salvation
Cities falling, nations falling nations

This is the prophecy
This is the prophecy

I see the new millennium tribal warfare
I see them blind sheep going nowhere
The new exodus, just like they said
I see the crown of thorns, you know I was there

This is the prophecy
This is the prophecy

I see the times in this armaggideon
I see the flag of the conquering lion
I must reach the mountains of Zion
I'm with the prophets and the prophecy goes on

This is the prophecy
This is the prophecy

New millennium tribal war
New millennium tribal war
New millennium tribal war
New millennium tribal war



posted on Nov, 27 2006 @ 11:01 PM
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OGC - Bounce to the Ounce



posted on Nov, 28 2006 @ 01:16 PM
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Static-X - Bled For Days

meaningless
it's meaningless
it's meaningless
it's meaningless

i take the hold
i take the hold
i take the hold
i take the hold

my, my, my, my, my
mindlessness
it's mindlessness
it's mindlessness
it's mindlessness

i bled for days
i bled for days
i bled for days
i bled for days

get to the race [hate]
the healing of it #ing with
conceal the scab you don't want to show [fate]
into the hate [no]
i channel all the negative and

i bled for days now i take the hold - go!


get to the race [hate]
the healing of it #ing with
conceal the scab you don't want to show [fate]
into the hate [no]
i channel all the negative and

i bled for days now i take the hold - go!

i don't believe it
# me, read me, get me [bled for days]
smile on my rage i'm
scarred by age, i bled [bled for days]

uselessness
it's uselessness
it's uselessness
it's uselessness

araagh araagh ARAAAGH!


make my weapons
make my weapons
make my weapons
take the hold

i don't believe it
# me, read me, get me [bled for days]
smile on my rage i'm
scarred by age, i bled [bled for days]

i don't believe it
# me, read me, get me [bled for days]
smile on my rage i'm
scarred by age, i bled [bled for days]

bled for days
bled for days

get to the race [hate]
the healing of it #ing with
conceal the scab you don't want to show [fate]
into the hate [no]
i channel all the negative and

i bled for days now i take the hold

get to the race [hate]
the healing of it #ing with
conceal the scab you don't want to show [fate]
into the hate [no]
i channel all the negative and

i bled for days now i take the hold


bled for days



posted on Nov, 28 2006 @ 01:22 PM
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Alice In Chains - Nutshell (Unplugged)

Awesome song ... one of my favs by them.

Lyrics kinda appropriate for ATS too:

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home

Oooh...oooh...
Oooh...oooh...

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I cant be my own
Id feel better dead

Oooh...oooh...
Oooh...oooh...

[edit on 28-11-2006 by Fiverz]



posted on Nov, 28 2006 @ 01:30 PM
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God Lives Underwater - No More Love

I can see
See the signs
I've been waiting here for you
But nothings getting through

I am gone
Up in the clouds
Praying I can turn,
Turn myself around

A year ago
I gave it a year
I hoped it wouldn't happen
Now its here
It took so long
I can't carry on

I know the reason that you left me
You had nothing more to give me
No more love

I can see
See your eyes
I can feel your heady stare
I run my fingers through my hair

I am high
As one can be
And I hope I don't come down,
I hate when I come down...

A month ago
I know you lied
Took my life into your hands
You just don't understand
How it feels
To be free

I know the reason that you left me
You had nothing more to give me



posted on Nov, 28 2006 @ 01:44 PM
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G.L.U. - All Wrong

I hate to break it to you
But this convenience ain't convenient anymore
Now I realize I had different eyes
Back when I thought this was a good thing

Here I am my anger and me
Temper makes it hard to see
This situation I'm in again
Everything must come to an end now

There's some things that I wanna do
And I don't wanna lie to you
But it still makes me go
And do the things I know
All wrong

I'll dig to learn about you
I'm sure I'll find you were as evil as me
We can call it even
You can let me leave then
You can leave me to my own thing

Here I am my anger and me
Temper makes it hard to see
This situation I'm in again
Everything must come to an end now

There's some things that I wanna do
And I don't wanna lie to you
But it still makes me go
And do the things I know
All wrong

Here I am my anger and me
Temper makes it hard to see
This situation I'm in again
Everything must come to an end now

There's some things that I wanna do
And I don't wanna lie to you
But it still makes me go
And do the things I know
All wrong

There's some things that I wanna do
And I don't wanna lie to you
But it still makes me go
And do the things I know
All wrong



posted on Nov, 28 2006 @ 04:18 PM
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Nine Inch Nails - The Great Collapse

(Woman)
Now you know
This is what it feels like

Now you know
This is what it feels like

(Trent)
This is what it feels like!!

(Woman)
Now you know
This is what it feels like

(Trent)
This is what it feels like!!

(Woman)
Now you know
This is what it feels like

(Trent)
This is what it feels like......!



posted on Nov, 28 2006 @ 07:56 PM
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Adema - Giving In


shaking lonely and I AM DRINKING AGAIN woke up tonight and no ones here with me, I AM GIVING INTO YOU TAKE ME UNDER I am giving into you!!!!!!!!



caught up



in life



loosing all
my friends.



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