

AenngrrrhhhngrrreeeaannnghI hate the way you comb your hair I hate the way you brush your teeth I feel lke smashing your brains out every where I feel like cutting up your father's father's old antique chair Into tiny littlle bits so for once you'll know this thing called nnggrreeenghhe!Aenngrrrhhhngrrreeeaannngh
I hate the way you flirt with my mother I hate the way you're chums with my brother I feel like ripping your heart out and screwing it up I feel like smashing your skull till I can't get enough Of that breaking, smashing tinkling sound Of the bits of bone and brain that hit the ground That used to belong to


Black and WhiteTrue tragedy fingers life with a sensational whiteness appearing black to only those who perceive it as riding tall and proud dark and strong towering high above all who receive it.Black and White


A placeDrifitng just drifting On celestial waves. Listening and sleeping, In galactical caves, Give me the music For a want to hear more, Of the sad, sad soundA place
Of my space with no floor. Melancholy chiming Of angels so young They keep me quite sane For they're singing my tongue. I'd like to stay up here In darkness no sound, But I'd miss the gayity Of living on ground.


untitledIf I could give you the ocean if i could give you the land I'd take you where you want by the lead of my hand. We'd sweep over deserts, and glide over sea, all because I love you and I know you love me.untitled
I'd give you the Earth, the moon and the sun, I'd teach you to fly there then I'd teach you to run in the fields I believe we will go, when we're done in the land we've been shown.
I can see us together in hundreds of years, in the clouds where the moon shines, on top of our fears. We'd look down holding hands o
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