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hey, what up?
hi! i'm new, so, somebody talk 2 me, i need a friend while i'm not engulfed by darkness, self pity, and suicide thoughts!
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Try answering the set questions so we can learn a little bit about you. And no net-speak please, we don't like that here. We DO like capital letters though.
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I don't really care about you. You don't know how to read; you don't know how to write proper grammar; your intro is pitiful, and I laugh at pitiful.
You are not engulfed in darkness; you are just another fucking universe masochist as any other teenager too weak to grow up. |
10 points to you Godslayer, that was good.
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Note: This post has been brought to you today by scathing sarcasm. |
Wow, you are a miserable human being. Pretending to have suicidal thoughts for attention. If you were really on the verge of suicide, you would not be whining about it online. Life sucks then you die. Some of us sooner than others.
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In one thread or another he/she/it claimed to be on the verge of suicide.
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That was THEN, she (as I discovered in another thread) currently doesn't have suicidal thoughts, it appears they come and go.
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Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time Under the mountain, a golden fountain Were you praying at the Lares shrine? But oh your city lies in dust, my friend We found you hiding we found you lying Choking on the dirt and sand Your former glories and all the stories Dragged and washed with eager hands But oh your city lies in dust, my friend Hot and burning in your nostrils Pouring down your gaping mouth Your molten bodies blanket of cinders Caught in the throes ....... And your city lies in dust |
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I think you're a pathetic nobody trying to become goth beacuse you're not accepted anywhere else. Get a life! |
If you ask me, you're a miserable wannabe trying desperately to be cool and fit in. I may be new, but I can tell this isn't your site. Whining about suicide just to get attention is so immature and babyish. Quit being a troll and get out of here!
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1989 the number another summer (get down)
Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got soul (Brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I knowin' While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be (faint voice in the background)Let me hear you say Chorus Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power Fight the power Wheve got to Fight the powers that be. As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved, lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be (faint voice in background) Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Chorus Chorus Elvis was a hero to most(3x) But he never meant, shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay Make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be Chorus What we got to say fight the power,cmon(x3) |
Punk's not dead
It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon A close-minded, self-centered social club Ideas don't matter, it's who you know If the music's gotten boring It's because of the people Who want everyone to sound the same Who drive bright people out Of our so-called scene 'Til all that's left Is just a meaningless fad Hardcore formulas are dogshit Change and caring are what's real Is this a state of mind Or just another label The joy and hope of an alternative Have become its own cliche A hairstyle's not a lifestyle Imagine Sid Vicious at 35 Who needs a scene Scared to love and to feel Judging everythng By loud fast rules appeal Who played last night? "I don't know, I forgot. But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun." [Chorus:] So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes Again and again, Chickenshit conformist Like your parents What's ripped us apart even more than drugs Are the thieves and the goddamn liars Flipping people off when they share their stuff When someone falls are there any friends? Harder core than thou for a year or two Then it's time to get a real job Others stay home, it's no fun to go out When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals From New York metal labels looking to scam Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can find To make a buck revving kids up for war Walk tall, act small Only as tough as gang approval Unity is bullshit When it's under someone's fat boot Where's the common cause Too many factions Safely sulk in their shells Agree with us on everything Or we won't help with anythng That kind of attitude Just makes a split grow wider Guess who's laughing while the world explodes When we're all crybabies Who fight best among ouselves [Chorus] That farty old rock and roll attitude's back "It's competition, man, we wanna break big." Who needs friends when the money's good That's right, the '70s are back. Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative It just don't move me, ya know? The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos Do we rally need the attitude too? Shedding thin skin too quickly As a fan it disappoints me Same old stupid sexist lyrics Or is Satan all you can think of? Crossover is just another word For lack of ideas Maybe what we need Are more trolls under the bridge Will the metalheads finally learn something- Or will the punks throw away their education? No one's ever the best Once they believe their own press "Maturing" don't mean rehashing Mistakes of the past [Chorus] The more things change The more they stay the same We can't grow When we won't criticize ourselves The '60s weren't all failure It's the '70s that stunk As the clock ticks we dig the same hole Music scenes ain't real life They won't get rid of the bomb Won't eliminate **** Or bring down the banks Any kind of real change Takes more time and work Than changing channels on a TV set [Chorus] |
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