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Post by toomanyablefires on Jul 31, 2008 13:35:51 GMT -5
Russian Roulette~ 10 Years
It's Russian roulette with no luck. You can kiss it good-bye, there's no such thing as sympathy when the disease is entering. At first glance your instinct says "the stranger's a little dangerous". The cat was killed from curious thrills, now Christ has left the manger.
The taste is so divine. A chemical coma life. Welcome to your vice. Good luck with life. Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily.
It's so nice to meet you. It's so nice to know you. Now that your guard's down, let me show you. Superior rides from initial highs have now come back to haunt you. Your cravings beg the strangers hands for a taste that's so familiar.
The taste is so divine. A chemical coma life. Welcome to your vice. Good luck with life. Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily.
What will you decide when you're out of time? Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily. The battle you picked was so one sided. Now dependent on me, the one you invited, beg, plead, scream for redemption, for forgiveness. Beg, plead, scream. Sorry I'm not listening.
Welcome to your vice. Good luck with life. Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily. What will you decide when you're out of time? Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily.
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Post by toomanyablefires on Oct 10, 2008 18:29:24 GMT -5
In The Throes~ Liz Durrett
If I could take it all apart and hold it still enough Then we could see exactly what is keeping this aloft In spite of all of this incessant circling over us And even what we love the most calls our ship to the rocks
The pretty way you mutilate the mystery And hang it up and let the light stab through the flimsy fabric I never understood before I never wanted the floor But now I'm in the throes Now I'm in the throes Now I'm in the throes of it
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