from the queen of E to the hounds of hell
"there's always a desire in all of us to invoke mindless violence once in a while, even jesus would wanna whack the shite out of satan if they met in a bar"
undeniable, isnt it? like lately, ive been feeling abit ultraviolent. abit in the day, a bit in the night.. even when i shower, i fantasize bout walking up to the home club management while they're sipping their bevs, flipthrow the table at calvin and start a scene.while he's in shock with a broken nose( or face), id take one of those tall chairs they have and whack the fuck out of him till he's pathetic unconcious on the floor. then spit at him and fuck off. 5 minutes at most, End of story. i am not proud of thinking thoughts like these but i'd confess ticking it as a desire.
even when im in the train going home from work, id wish kicking someone out of the train via the fibreglass windows. feel like a psycho, for even thinking these thoughts out of boredom. but they come and go, probably, im just feeling a little messed up at the moment. ah fuck talking bout my feelings now
i wish i could explain the meaning of balance now but im too fucking cant be bothered.
--------
is it bright where you are
have the people changed
does it make you happy
you're so sad its strange
and in your darkest hour,
i hold secret's flame
you can watch the world
devoured in its pain
------
they can make things worse for me,
sometimes id rather die
they can tell me lots of things,
but i cant see eye to eye
i know they know the way i think,
i know they always will
someday im gonna change my mind,
sometimes id rather kill
blood stains, speed kills
fast cars, cheap thrills
rich girls, fine wine
ive lost my sense, ive lost control, ive lost my mind
---
its cute in a way
till you cannot speak,
and you leave to have a cigarette
your knees get weak,
an escape is just a nod and a casual wave
obsessed about it,
heavy for the next two days
it's only just a crush it'll go away,
it's just like all the others it'll go away
or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
you pray it all away but it continues to grow
undeniable, isnt it? like lately, ive been feeling abit ultraviolent. abit in the day, a bit in the night.. even when i shower, i fantasize bout walking up to the home club management while they're sipping their bevs, flipthrow the table at calvin and start a scene.while he's in shock with a broken nose( or face), id take one of those tall chairs they have and whack the fuck out of him till he's pathetic unconcious on the floor. then spit at him and fuck off. 5 minutes at most, End of story. i am not proud of thinking thoughts like these but i'd confess ticking it as a desire.
even when im in the train going home from work, id wish kicking someone out of the train via the fibreglass windows. feel like a psycho, for even thinking these thoughts out of boredom. but they come and go, probably, im just feeling a little messed up at the moment. ah fuck talking bout my feelings now
i wish i could explain the meaning of balance now but im too fucking cant be bothered.
--------
is it bright where you are
have the people changed
does it make you happy
you're so sad its strange
and in your darkest hour,
i hold secret's flame
you can watch the world
devoured in its pain
------
they can make things worse for me,
sometimes id rather die
they can tell me lots of things,
but i cant see eye to eye
i know they know the way i think,
i know they always will
someday im gonna change my mind,
sometimes id rather kill
blood stains, speed kills
fast cars, cheap thrills
rich girls, fine wine
ive lost my sense, ive lost control, ive lost my mind
---
its cute in a way
till you cannot speak,
and you leave to have a cigarette
your knees get weak,
an escape is just a nod and a casual wave
obsessed about it,
heavy for the next two days
it's only just a crush it'll go away,
it's just like all the others it'll go away
or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
you pray it all away but it continues to grow
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home