Taxi RideStressed, she sighs into a waiting taxi cab Her powdered face feels heavy tonight Long deep breath, she fixes her makeup with a dab Everything is going to be alrightTaxi Ride
Down the streets, her chariot did race As well as her mind, as well as her heart The lights reflected in a rapid pace Rapid like her breathing, rapid like her heart
In defeat, she rests her head upon the window pane Resigns herself to a deep slumber Despite her tears, she still feels sane There is warmth in the rhythms as her chariot lumbers
The safety of being pulled to her destination &
You're In RuinsYou're In RuinsYou're In Ruins
The smiles they flicker like flames caught in a storm Barely lasting against tears that start to form And just a few hours earlier, you promised not to cry Just a few hours later, you won't even try You're in ruins...
You said you'd fight it out and pretend to be a man That's why you're at your doorstep, kissing the misses while you can Now just for once, pay the price for your lies For all the lies still alive, your courage slowly dies You're in ruins...
As you take the first step away from all you hold close Canons ring in your ears
Puppet Master of WordsWe molded the concepts like clay Dissected them for what we classified as suitable Lined them up and flogged them if they disobeyed Arranged and rearranged them for perfectionPuppet Master of Words
Corrupted them, purged them, plagued and infected them Balanced them meticulously and toppled them with a tap Turned wrong into right at the touch of our fingers A point of absolute control
Manipulated them to our desire Juggled emotions like knives and stabbed the viewer Played with phrases, concepts and obvious moralities Provoked them with agonizing truths
Gave them false hop
Leap, Fall, CatchRippling thoughout a tranquil pond A pause in time A fragment of nothingness, almost tangiable Like a ripe fruit dying to be pickedLeap, Fall, Catch
To float while heavy and drown while light A walking contradiction with perfect logistics Melting in emotion Enveloping in the fabric of immortality
Music revolving and directing your every desire Let the lyrics scream what you can't whisper Surrender yourself to an absolute truth Clouded by murky mis-conceptions and deception
Admit when you've denied forever And release the burden, setting you free Surround y
300! Whooho!
Pride
Me: -raises hand- choose me! choose me!
Sorry, i thought that was great. but that is what they want... i want alien skin myself... >.<
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Devenir ma pomme de sang.
Devenir mon plaisir coupable.
Laisser la danse macabre commence
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Become my apple of blood.
Become my guilty pleasure.
Let the gruesome dance begin.
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Even The Devil May Cry When He Looks Around Hell And Relizes He's Alone
i mean, sometimes i see some people and i think, oh they have nice skin,cause its smooth and pretty right. But I mean, "choice of skin" is just the randomist shit ever
its probably got some computer reference but im too technologically ignorant to really care XD
i think the darkest skin you have, the prettier, however... i am snow fricken white. lol.
btw; i love the potter puppet pals icon for your thingie-ma-bober!
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Devenir ma pomme de sang.
Devenir mon plaisir coupable.
Laisser la danse macabre commence
-
Become my apple of blood.
Become my guilty pleasure.
Let the gruesome dance begin.
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Even The Devil May Cry When He Looks Around Hell And Relizes He's Alone
dark skin is very pretty. i have tan skin cuz im indian
but it seems like pale skin is more favorable then tan now. at least sometimes.
wow, im strange talking about skin.
XD
But its okay, were both weird, its a big accompilshment. Be very proud.
yeah, i think its cuz the vampire thing is in, so the pale skin is in.
idk...
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Devenir ma pomme de sang.
Devenir mon plaisir coupable.
Laisser la danse macabre commence
-
Become my apple of blood.
Become my guilty pleasure.
Let the gruesome dance begin.
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Even The Devil May Cry When He Looks Around Hell And Relizes He's Alone
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