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".Bullshit makes the flowers grow, and that's beautiful"
לפני 13 שנים. 13 ביוני 2010 בשעה 16:26

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLL6ON18vGI

So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes, my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain

These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold over me

He said, you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that?
Sick, sick
Holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I want to smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me come
That doesn't make you Jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold over me

I remember, yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared to tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart of every nice girl

These precious things
Let them bleed, let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break, let them wash away

These, these precious things
Let them bleed now, let them wash away
These, these precious things
Let them break their hold over me

Precious
Precious

Give me the drink of the fluid
That disintegrates
And lend me the sweet balm and blessing
Of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Lethe
Oh, lethe

Hold me near, unravel the stars
As I speed through the heavens
Speed through the night
For you are my blade and my rope
You are my lethe
You are my all

In currents of cobalt
You storm through my heart
To sever, to puncture
The memories that burn
Let sweep through the arteries
In sharp stabs of pain
Your talon-like fingers to kill me again

Steal me, invade me and charge me again
For I burn and I shudder
Burn with each movement of

So, cleansed through a floodlight
I appear, renewed and reforged
Caressed by the sweet balm and blessing
Of forgetfulness, empty and strong
Lethe

Hold me near, my one friend and guide
As I drown through your fingers
Drown through your love
For you are the life I hate
You are my

Drag me down, in passionate sighs
With the ocean above me
And flames in my eyes
And grant me a life I can live
Without
Take me away

From the life that I hate


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9rPu4tD86A

לא ברור לי מה אני מנסה להעביר כאן, אבל הרגש הרגיש לי נכון.

עדיין על הקצה, אבל יכול להיות שהפעם אני אזכה לראות את הנוף. במקום ליפול מהצוק.

שבוע טוב, לכולנו.



(כן... אני רואה את הנוף... בלי להתרסק הפעם, נדמה לי... 😄 )


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