Your lover is dead in your game. Rush to nowhere in a land of crippled lies. Call me jesus and they'll crucify. Blood is blood when a word can tear you down. Burn you to ashes with the look. Love to make you the queen of godless.
Pain is pain when a world will bring you down. Turn to tame my will as you crave. Scent of a game in a world beyond my touch. Called you angel and they crucified.
In trust of no one the treason is wearing your name. Your life is a desperate game. This I believe in, The stronger my faith fades away, Your lover is dead in your.
i WAS THINKING, i AM GONNA COLLECT HERE ALL THE IDEAS FOR MY TALE AND ADD THEM TO MY MEMORIES DEPENDING ON WHETHER they are ideas for a plot, or for a character...
Character: A curvy goth girl who feels guilty for everything.
FEAR FACTORY - Demanufacture Lyrics Desensitized by the values of life Maligned and despaired by government lies Revenge is so strong I taste it on my tongue My gun will be Your angel of mercy Dislocated by the eyes of disdain Abused beyond recognition I can't cope with The madness abounding Blasts in my head Of gunfire resounding Firing relentless Killing the senses I've got no more goddamn regrets I've got no more goddamn respect I am the thorn In your eye Am the thorn In your eye I am the thorn In your eye Am the thorn In your eye Revenge is so strong I taste it on my tongue My gun will be Your angel of mercy I've got no more goddamn regrets I've got no more goddamn respect I've got no more goddamn regrets I've got no more goddamn respect I've got no more goddamn regrets I've got no more goddamn respect Regret respect Regret respect Regret respect Regret respect
I had the sweetest dream today. I wish I could shag him every night because I seriously cream myself everytime I recall the hottest night of my life. Only Sauron knows how lucky I feel when remembering it. Bliss. In my dream he asked me whether I was pregnat because he didn't recall using a condom that night. I dreamt too of the oddest of things, such as having to cook something and draw something to apply for an scolarship to wrok abroad. WTF.
*thinks of the coolest cunnilingus ever by the HOTTEST FOREIGNER EVER*
Months since I last spoke to him and I miss him like hell. I just wish I knew whether he feels the same or he is happy without me. It's not easy to choose whether to be angry or sad.
So another saturday night in. I think I seriously am growing old. Just so many things I wanna do and just so little things I am doing. And living in this places just frustrates me and restrains me from even bothering to change my current situation.
Must keep new year resolution of trusting 2005!
*repeat to self 'It's gonna rock, it's gonna rock, it's gonna rock!'*
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