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Discussion in 'Lights Out!' started by Grimmwolf, Nov 24, 2010.
Cut my steak into pieces, this is my knife and fork.
When I wanted sunshine I got rain...
Uh-oh lemme feel the room rock With the bass kick comin' out your boombox Ka-boom we're on fire tonight Crank the levels up higher and we're feeling alright So if you think you're chillin you think you're comin' over Better have that boombox totin' on your shoulder It's all good when we're partyin' on And crankin' that boom 'till the break of dawn Uh-oh better crank up the level And crank up the bass cuz we don't need no treble Got the boom boom bass thats all you ever need We the boom boom boom that's comin ya street Wake up everyday crank that shit to the max Crank that punk rock hip-hop heavy metal all that Cuz this is how we're livin' it up Cuz we're the punk rock kids that don't give a fuck!! It's the boom in ya room that ya know ya love Or in the street with a skateboard rockin' the dub It's the pumpin' beat of the kick and the snare Havin' fun in the sun crank it up anywhere Cuz in the end this is a way of life Yeah ya sleep all day so you can play it all night And nobody rockin' it as loud as me And the music sticks to you like an std
I'm out on the front line don't worry I'll be fine my story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness, so long regrets and now I see the world through Diamond eyes!
Cold days Old ways Told lies No more So many years to clean the slate Endless despair within its wake His touch soiling what used to be clean His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams Cold days Cold days And again he rides in It's September and he covets the gullible Skeletal wish Hunter A thousand lies cast from the throne of secrecy Hear him spewing forth a meaning to miserable lies See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair The insect trust Believer our body a vehicle to him just the same Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn Invisible king Dying Procession of woe struck down by sorrow A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs The swift solution crumbles beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece Death in his eyes Waiting Spiraling judgement provoked in the rains Futile test drowned in the levee of deception His futile test drowned in the levee of deception In the year of his sovereign Rid us of your judgement Heir apparent