Aporia Posted December 16, 2005 Share Posted December 16, 2005 You are my muse I'm sick of feeding my soul To people who'll never know Just how purposeless and empty they've grown The love for what you hide The bitterness inside Destroy the spineless Show me it´s real Wasting our last chance To come away Just break the silence ´Cause I´m drifting away Away from you So here it gives again Rape and pillage prooves To win the public vote There's always something that makes you guilty I'm sure there's something that you're dying to tell me Link to comment
ShySoul Posted December 17, 2005 Share Posted December 17, 2005 Nice work. I hope it is real and the silence is broken. Things don't have to be as bad as you described. Link to comment
Aporia Posted December 18, 2005 Author Share Posted December 18, 2005 Sometimes you can't avoid the bad things.... Who's ever known How much to moan and groan And quiver inside He needs to give you Everything you need Is it enough You're running out of time As it grows in your eye Feel broken inside you feel Sigh, static moans A storm growing strong And it's coming my way Still she gives you Everything you need Is it enough You're running out of time As it grows in your eye You'll feel broken inside You'll feel And I'll feel broken inside you Feel... I love them so much Hands are red with your blame Megaphone screaming my name Whimpers someone I should´ve loved Souls weeping above I´ve seen What you're doing to me Destroying puppet strings To our souls Micro waves me insane A blane cuts into your brain To sound like forks on a plate Blackboard scratched with hate I´ve seen What you're doing to me Destroying puppet strings To our souls Link to comment
ShySoul Posted December 18, 2005 Share Posted December 18, 2005 Nice work again Aporia. Hope this situation works itself out for the best. Link to comment
Aporia Posted December 29, 2005 Author Share Posted December 29, 2005 Just You do it to yourself, you do and that's what really hurts You do it to yourself, just you you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself Don't get my sympathy Hanging out the 15th floor You've changed the locks three times He still comes reeling through the door One day I'll get to you And teach you how to get to purest hell You do it to yourself, you do and that's what really hurts You do it to yourself, just you you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself Link to comment
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