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| Why? Why do you let them?They shouldn't be able to mold you, bend you to their wills. Your just a sheep, herded around. Baa sheep, baa. To them your just a number anyway. Just another sheep. A number in a line. A line that goes on and on because so many people are controlled. I'm sad for you, really I am. So when your ready to live your own life and think your own thoughts, come find me. Untill then I'll just be here waiting. The controlled shall be free. I will see to that. But first you must be willing. Willing to help yourself. Step outta the line, go another direction. Jump the fence, sheep. Well? I'm waiting... |
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| Drugs Speed, weed, birth control, Mary Jane and Damnerol. Sudaphed and aspirin Bayer, Maylox, Ritalin. Uppers, downers Depressants, Heroin, don't forget the crack. The Valium and the Extasy, Vitamin pills to help you see. Viagra and anitbiotics, Don't forget the narcotics. Rogaine and Clariten, Gotta wasp sting? Epipen. Stool softener, Tylenol, Asthmatics might need Buterol. Pepto Bismo and Codine, All the ones that fall between. The Centrum is above the sink, It gives you stuff from A-Zinc. Now last of all, The one and only, Take it when your feeling lonely. The king of drugs, The top of the stack, Is my beloved... Prozac. |
| *untitled* Confused and subdued: That's all you ever are, All you'll ever be. Don't deny it: you can't deny the truth. Don't hide it: you can't be cured if you don't tell me what's wrong. Don't lie about it: your only lieing to yourself. I see you there, in the corner, eyes glazed, hands shakled, paper shoes in place. I see what your going through: your trying to break out, Break free. But you can't, not without help. Take my hand and hold on tight, I'll take you on the ride of your life, one you'll never forget. You won't regret This descision. It's the best thing you've ever done for yourself. |
| Sydney Maddox *aka: Lady "Angel" Melancholy* Liquid Valium : Downward Spiral's End : Eternal Hope Lost : Boken Mind |
| Other peoples works: |
| Prep VS. Punk They got spirit, Don't wanna hear it. They got spirit, Yes they do. They got spirit, Don't gotta hear it. They got spirit, No one cares dude. Sugar and spice, Aren't always nice. You do a cheer, I'll drink a beer. Pompoms and pigtails, Skateboards and grindrails Splits and skirts, My wipe out hurts. You wear pink, I wear punk. Extreme sports are better Than short shorts. |
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| Deep dark crimson red blood Boils in my heart, Heated by the fires Of a thousand little pyros Inside me. Keep the flames burning boys, Keep temperature high. Or else the icy bitch inside Break free. |
| *No title yet...any suggestions?* |
| Accuse me, Abuse me, Hurt me all you want. I'm just a bitch It's no reason to taunt. |
| Future song lyrics? I dunno... |
| This really sounds stupid, but i couldn't think of anything to rhyme with want! \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ |
| I know Im wrong. You don't need to rub it in. Just cause your smarter than me Doesn't mean I don't care. |
| Sitting at home All alone in your room. 'Cause mommys on crack And daddys on shrooms. Pissed at them Cause they wont share with you. Just as well, Cause it's no use. Try to listen But you just dont care. Daydreaming of sleep Or dyeing your hair. It's not what's right Or even what's fair. It's what you can stand, What you can bear. |
| Think of a title for me please... |
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