March 13, 2008

Marilyn Manson Personal Jesus Lyrics

Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who cares
Your own personal Jesus
Someone to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Take second best
Put me to the test
Things on your chest
That we need to confess
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Reach out and touch faith

Your own personal Jesus...

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
I will deliver
You know I'm a forgiver
Reach out and touch faith
Your own personal Jesus
Reach out and touch faith


Posted on 03/13/2008 6:44 PM Comments (1)

March 7, 2008

Emo

Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a a mini with a t-shirt that barely cover anything?

Isnt it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

Isnt it funny that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone

are you laughing?

Isnt it funny an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

Isnt it funny that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

im not laughing

Its so funny that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

Isnt it funny that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OR LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS

keep on laughing

Isnt it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life

without knowing her situation with her friends

or her family

or her LIFE

BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING

BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH

OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND

BRAVE IS

GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES

ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT

ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET

ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS

BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE

ITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS

keep on laughing

Posted on 03/07/2008 4:28 PM Comments (2)

February 17, 2008

Demented Pancakes

gee i neva realised how much fun makin demented pancakes are!

i like the batter 4 some odd reason (wonder if U do!!)

i made a demented pancake this morning

i didnt cook it properly though but it was still nice!!!!

i didnt flip it properly so it just like stuffed up on me

wasnt very nice 4 it 2 do that lol

oh well i get my payback wen i eat it :P

 

eat pancakes :)


Posted on 02/17/2008 4:43 PM Comments (1)

October 23, 2007

AFI miss murder lyrics (i got bored!)

Hey miss murder can i, hey miss murder can i, make beauty stay if i, take my life?

With just a look, they shook. & heavens bowed b4 him. simply a look, can break, ur heart

The starts that pierce the sky, he left them all behind. we're left 2 wonder y. he left us all behind

Hey miss murder can i, hey miss murder can i make beauty stay if i take my life?

Dreams of this crash, wont pass. oh how they all adored him. beauty will last, once spiralled down.

The stars that mystified, he left them all behind. & how his children cried, he left us all behind

Hey miss murder can i, hey miss murder can i, make beauty stay if i, take my life?

Whats the hook the twist within this verbose mystery? i would gladly bet my life upon it.

That the ghost that loves you your ray of light will fizzle out, without hope.

We're the empty set just floating through wrapped in skin, ever seaching 4 what we were promised.

Reaching 4 that golden ring we'll neva let go.

But who will ever let us put our filty hands upon it?

Hey miss murder can i, hey miss murder can i, make beauty stay if i, take my life? whoa

Hey miss murder can i, hey miss murder can i, make beauty stay if i, take my life?

 


Posted on 10/23/2007 8:47 PM Comments (1)
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