The ShrineSnowfall of snowflake decoration in the palm of a hand, Icicle droplet a face like a red apple in the storm of white sand,The Shrine
Enclosed windows cigarette mist to the northern light, Hot chocolate and marshmallow to make the dead of night, Silhouette corridor blood pumped veins through the wall, Sleep deprivation stubble hotel the pains of the call, Animal plantation alcoholic anonymous to boot, A murderous maze full of traps and poisoned fruits, Carpeted floor the typewriter font set to block, Can't write or drink must kill the flock. Must kill the lot.
The Meaning Of LifeI found God and he spoke the words to me, Escape Escape, Choose your roads and be a man, Be a man my son, Ignore time and cherish love because life doesn't last quite as long as you would want. I found God and he covered my eyes, told me to follow my heart, listen to the drumming thud and I will never need a map and I will never be lost because I am found in the feeling of love. I found God and he cradled me into the arms of an angel, In the eyes of a mother, In the kiss of a lover, In the ink of a letter, In your mind for the rest of your life. I found God and he sighed with regret, We are found in the signatures on marriage certificates, InThe Meaning Of Life
Murderous Heart AttackShe's got a smile like the sun Hair like the sea,Murderous Heart Attack
Eyes cut like diamonds Lips that look good enough to eat, A tongue that tastes of sherbet Her stance like a Queen, A body is a temple If you saw her, you'd know what I mean, She's got problems with the pace her heart Problems with the way that she talks, She's got problems with the shape of her heart Problems with the way that she walks, She's got problems with the blood to her heart She's got feelings for someone else.
CatsI'll See You In Another Life, When We Are Both CatsCats
I have a pet named Dangerous He dances like a mime through a street full of cars He plays like an acrobat flying past lamp shades and crow bars.
I have a pet with a broken leg He moans like a member of the living dead He was once full of life but now he lies, admiring his bed.
I have a pet buried in the yard Some nights I swear that I can hear him purr The ol' ghost of Dangerous resides here, in the pit of my heart.
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Reality sucks.
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I would like to see people refusing to work in any job they felt was wrong. I would like to see work dodgers: honorable and brave people who refuse to continue to feed this monstrous culture
-Chris Busby
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Reality sucks.
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I would like to see people refusing to work in any job they felt was wrong. I would like to see work dodgers: honorable and brave people who refuse to continue to feed this monstrous culture
-Chris Busby
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I would like to see people refusing to work in any job they felt was wrong. I would like to see work dodgers: honorable and brave people who refuse to continue to feed this monstrous culture
-Chris Busby
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