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Post by Andrew on Dec 20, 2004 16:08:26 GMT -5
This is a personal song about my problem with..uh...pornagraphy and my previous addiction of viewing picutres of the dead. (skinned alive, ive seen couple decapitation videos, etc. etc.) A creation of my sedation Saturation of my mind The tell of lies, never end. And it flows, a lethal trend. Swimmining in a sin My lustful eyes, never stop. And i struggle with my God Never could i, just give up. And i try, Just to say, That im sorry but its okay. Thinking of a merry christmas Full of love, and red lust I feel saturated by my eyes I cannot stop my addiction of deceased and stripped naked. And i try just to stop this odd drug and my addiction to foreign love A fault gun everything lost Nothings stopped from a faulty hellish gain and i shall stop sharing my reaction to your brain
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Post by Monolith on Dec 20, 2004 19:15:33 GMT -5
and my previous addiction of viewing picutres of the dead. (skinned alive, ive seen couple decapitation videos, etc. etc.) That's, um interesting. You're a very special child
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Post by Andrew on Dec 21, 2004 0:53:48 GMT -5
just abused..
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Post by bezzerkker on Dec 21, 2004 13:10:28 GMT -5
At least you've admitted you have a problem. Thats the first step. I'd say the second step would be that it's your fault and you're the only one who has the final word in fixing it.
The lyrics seem a bit disorganized, though. In a song, it might come together better, but on paper (or on a comp) it seems largely jumbled. Other than that, they have the potential for good emotional quality, since it is genuine.
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