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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 11:46 PM CST
you, like this
Stalking like Stalin
Red-eyed watchin
they stallin
fallin burnt like Sodom
that's why we're slidin
at the bottom of the slalom
line 'em up like collums
I knock 'em down like Sampson
as I pound and pound
my word like a damn fist
'til my hand hits
and rips
into your fake fascade
shakin their faith
and awaken their GOD
amazing's the grace
when I'm placing you all
in the Lake of Fire
which isn't a place
but the pain of desire
as you wade in the mire
you see the pain in my iris
so mistaken
you're flayed
so mishapend your likeness
stop taken it like this
we're designed for much more
but deep inside our core
we like the fu_kin' WAR
Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:36 PM CST
Word
me...
not an idea...of who i think i should be
me...
like i see for the trees...the disease
can be scene in the breeze...when we breath
when we bleed for the speach
if it's free...
then it's seen as belief
if it's free...
then it's speaks in the eaves
and in the speak easy
in the dreams
and in the heat...believe me
Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 11:20 PM CST
in her eyes
Hope
But I don’t know if it’s enough
As I swing in limbo
From the lips of her cusp
And it’s hope
That keeps me going
And it’s hope
That lets me cope
And it’s hope that makes me think
Like why’d I do the dope?
And it’s hope that lets me see her
At the end of this…
Proverbial rope
Hope
When I open my eyes
And it’s hope that lets ‘em close
When the tears and the cries
Ruin my disquise
‘Cause inside I hope she sees me
in the light of surprise
with delight in her eyes
at midnight
a full moon
Shining bright I surmise