| the ground not cold |
[01 Dec 2005|01:14pm] |
[the ground not cold]
Blind folded bandits are seeing everything Like murder scenes, uncovered when we talk Were pipe-bombs explode into an open flame The masses gather around this funeral To write on your will A coffin is filled
From six feet underground is this how it will be?
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| the thinkers and the speakers |
[01 Dec 2005|08:51am] |
[the thinkers and the speakers]
quietly, the sound made a noise as we all listen in quietly, the noise made a sound as we all listen in
whispers grew silent streetlights grew brighter and then it stops
a child is crying it came from over there
where are your parents?
all that was heard
was a silence a blur yet distant fades away
hello? hello?
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| the are the end |
[25 Nov 2005|08:29am] |
[the are the end]
why are the chidren screaming why won't they stop crying did you hurt them did you scare them no sir, then what is it they can hear it coming hear what them, the sound of horror unlike you've never heard the sound of death unlike you've never seen the sound of blood unlike you've never dreamed them,
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| the heart the city |
[17 Nov 2005|09:12pm] |
[the heart this city]
there is only one heart in which miles of veins become polluted blood cells and traffic jams are heart attacks
so no one makes it home
there is only one
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| the ashes are king |
[17 Nov 2005|09:52am] |
[the ashes are king]
i see the ashes they blow the trees down with nothing left but a bullet yet sincere
along the road i saw face and horror along
the paint thats melts along the walls describes the thoughts
of love and misery
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| the party of me |
[16 Nov 2005|03:58pm] |
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[the party of me]
who knows why but everyone keeps staring
as if i was important
as if i was a god
as if i was a somebody...
as if
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