Brace yourself for the plight of the born.
as the spotlight strips you bare.
Just a useless act in the play of life.
cast as the role of "The Lover" and I feel slightly misplace
in a world thats "Fuck of BE Fucked"
Kill the Lights.
Letch.
one more time and say it like you mean it.
Lush.
one more time and tell it like you feel it.
Lover.
You've got talent but I just dont see it.
Wrap your hook around my neck and get me off get me off get me off your stage.
In every coma-lover's kiss collides with truth.
and every tongue that slips will drip onto your bruise and I know
disguise the lies that you fed me last night
these plots are breeding grounds
for nothing but the worse and nothing could be worse and I know why.
and what do I have left?
the composer just went deaf.
the singer lost his breathe, in the glow of the crowd.
the dancer's on a crutch.
the writer drank too much.
the director lost his touch. In the glow of the crowd.
can you resist the urge to burn the script we wrote?
bring on the flood before we choke.
applause engulfs the room.
we bow into our tombs.
sing me one more line so I can sleep.
this is all you need.

my love, it follows you to your grave.

you could have been my all, but now you leave me here with nothing.

memories aren't for remembering, mostly just for leaving behind.

did nothing solely for anyone, cept' for her and now, you.

What we're doing is so wrong, and what you're wearing is so right (it's so tight).
But I've never felt better so I'm going out to get her
and I don't care what set of wheels I steal to get there.
Balance is a minor setback.
What she thinks is all right, and the way she looks is just fine.
She sure as hell ain't you, but lord knows she'll have to do.
She don't know I'm alive but neither do I so there's nothing left to lose.
If I could only make it make you want to want me.
One more drink, I think, should do.
I wish that I could say I love to watch you walk away,
but you probably won't be back in time to hear it.
So it's just as well.
No one out there gets back in alive.
So I'll love the way you stand so close to a guy who we both know can't get near it.
Strike when ready.
Burn the highway down.
Let me hear her high heels moan.
I'm ready, set, go.
There's cocaine in the key that took us from the bar to her car to the bedroom.
Only the lonesome love us.
Only the careless can handle us.
What's wrong with us that we're so unamused?

youre an actress
indulging in the limelight and of all mens eyes
and you love it
your scene is special cause no women touches it
lights shine on your plastic the camera man says passion!
poised and elegant you stand on the sidewalk
waiting to satisfy the needs of pigs who idolise you
pens waving and your DVs everywhere
you are oh so immortalised
bitch i love your Ds the small waist and the hips
the way you move your body when you start arousing
its you my misery i have got no big words to substitute simple equivilent
that describes you its you i love youre porn
love is just a union of the god blessed sunny side up and blah
means absolutely nothing to your goddammit simple mind
you perfected every single move other women cant master
the strip pole front lines with soldiers waiting to pay to view
they are desparate
you are desparate
i know you miss me but i never appear at your shows
the two timing days are over but it only takes one mistake to kill it
equipped with more than enough to just make you fucking happy
enjoy your stay darling
enjoy your stay

I have 20cents in my pocket, and im a beggar.

The roads are always wet, people are always carrying their umbrellas around, and the sun is in slumber. This makes the mood a little more depressing. Wet seasons are the best when youre at home, but when you need or feel like hanging out, its a totally different story. The darkened skies makes 12pm look like 5pm. When its dark, you just feel like sleeping a little longer, and you dream a little bit more.

Nothing is as interesting as dreaming. In dreams, youre real. You can be anyone, and anything. All your wishes come true, and nothing can be in your way. There is no pain in dreams, no suffering, just pure happiness.

what is a want compared to a need? I want cash, I need cash. Does "want" sound better than "need". Does he word, need, makes it sound like youre more desparate? Are wants more important than needs or vice versa? What does each satisfy?

I need alot of things, and im desparate.

Its inhumane how it actually revolves
when this karma hits its like a low blow
heartbreak, the way it sounds
the mental institution rejects all sound ones
nerve wrecking pieces to pieces it falls
when you cry
noone hears you

three times a day a prayer
when its later its never better
the days get older and nights are the same
eventual statement
"you're getting older"

fundamentals, the principles believe nothing
your belief struck a cord in my deepest train of thoughts
fast speed movement swings me by
and you charge on like
you remember nothing at all

when the day comes to end this
tracks dislocate and fall apart
i look at you in disdain and wonder
was it even right in the book of fate
that we met.


=) beancurd.