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2007 |
1. | The Whorror |
2. | Schitzophreniccannibalisticsexfest.com |
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4. | We Put The 'Fun' In 'Funeral' |
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6. | Black |
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If I cut off my hand and gave it to you
Would you hold it then? (You're throwing up, throwing up you can't breathe)
She's going to lock me in a cold dark cellar room
It won't be easy to escape
This love I sealed it with a kiss
This love has long been over
You're so evil in your own little way
It's so hard to believe you
She whispered in his ear
Please darling don't be scared
I want you to bleed with me.
A brilliant suicide
From you is all I want
And we'll fall into the sea.
It's about time I expose you,
You and the piece of shit you call a fucking heart
There's just one thing wrong my love.
I wouldn't trust you with my life.
And this kiss tastes like a hand grenade
The pin is pulled out and thrown away
My heart is a time bomb
Only seconds to go
Self-destructing as my chest explodes
My heart is a time bomb
Only seconds to go
Self destructing as my chest explodes
My heart is a time bomb
And I thought that you should know
You're killing me quickly but it feels so slow
The sound of you screaming is like music to my ears
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Alright motherfuckers, listen up loud
Cause there's a new fucking sheriff in town
And if you're with me, put your hands in the air
Cause this is a fucking takeover
What's the matter, crybaby? Are you fucking jealous
Or are you just pissed off cause you can't upstage us?
You know we can't be stopped
Your time has just run out
You think you're so fucking tough
as if you started the scene
You should stop trying so hard
Maybe if your mind was as open as your mouth,
You'd understand that regardless of what anyone
wears, looks like, or sings about,
we're all the same fucking kids
Fighting for what we believe in
And you can never take that away
(bitch!)
Since when did fashion make you part of this crime scene?
Who gives a fuck if I wear makeup and tight jeans?
I cant take anymore
You're all the same with just a different name and different face
You're so caught up with all the bullshit on myspace
I can't take anymore
(Somebody call a tow-truck, cause this is a fucking breakdown!)
Don't ever fuck with our hearts
A knife to the throat will leave more than a scar
Don't ever fuck with our hearts (WOOO!)
A knife to the throat will leave more than a scar
(YOU!) On the count of three
(CAN'T!) Come on
(KILL!) Everybody now
(WHAT YOU DID NOT CREATE!)
I will bury you
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This is the story of a girl who sits in a dark room
Wondering what's to become of her
Her makeup is smeared and blood fills her dark heart
The addiction is slowly sinking in
With bloodshot eyes, she starts hallucinating,
The track marks fading from her arms
She's as white as the snowfall
And she's clung to the ceiling.
Dancing dirty needles, broke the tip of her skin
The promises and false hopes are injected in her veins
It's almost Armageddon as she falls to the floor
Guilt straught affliction, now comatose
(In her head, she forgets. Her reason for living)
Emptiness she feels room spin, Somebody call a doctor, we need an ambulance
Trapped in this black hole
Abandoned, alone.
And I'm here for you.
I am so sick, I am so sick
I am so fucking sick of this
Roses are red, violets are blue, the pedals fall like tears
A pictures worth a thousand words, so light it up and watch it burn (ash to ash, lust to dust)
Strike a match, incinerate, feel the flames of upon your face
Dancing dirty needles, broke the tip of her skin
The promises and false hopes are injected in her veins
It's almost Armageddon as she falls to the floor
Guilt straught affliction, now comatose
(In her head, she forgets. Her reason for living)
Emptiness she feels room spin, Somebody call a doctor we need an ambulance
Sick as she smiles
One last goodbye this girl she cried so hard
Broken bones but i can't help her
She's too far gone, apocolips, she soon will die.
This love (this love)
This love (this love)
This love and I can't let her go for my body and soul
This love (this love)
This love (this love)
This love and I can't let her go for my body and soul
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