apocalyptic vendetta
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2001
- Messages
- 39
Sick sensations, in my head
wanting to lick every wound off
the black hearted, infected souls.
Extend my arms out, and crucify myself.
Drive the nails in my wrists.
Deem myself to psychosis.
I sat there and watched my head fall off.
I cackled and sewed it back on.
Wanting to squeeze the justice out of
every bad tempered malfunctioning
Conscience.
I got scared when the TV answered my
questions I asked it late at night.
I put my fist through the televangelists
late night chat.
Wanting to see every hidden intention
in the most beautiful of smiles.
Perfection has plagued the world.
but perfection is not all it’s cracked up to be..you know.
I saw a face in the moon the other night
it winked at me.
I winked back.
Wanting to reach in and grab the
attractiveness in every repulsive person.
Is it really the inside that counts?
Severed hearts and cancerous lungs
defective intestines and damaged brains.
Looks are everything in a world
of paper dolls and interchangeable emotions.
Put on a smile. Put on a smile.
They don’t want to know the real you.
[ 01 February 2002: Message edited by: apocalyptic vendetta ]
wanting to lick every wound off
the black hearted, infected souls.
Extend my arms out, and crucify myself.
Drive the nails in my wrists.
Deem myself to psychosis.
I sat there and watched my head fall off.
I cackled and sewed it back on.
Wanting to squeeze the justice out of
every bad tempered malfunctioning
Conscience.
I got scared when the TV answered my
questions I asked it late at night.
I put my fist through the televangelists
late night chat.
Wanting to see every hidden intention
in the most beautiful of smiles.
Perfection has plagued the world.
but perfection is not all it’s cracked up to be..you know.
I saw a face in the moon the other night
it winked at me.
I winked back.
Wanting to reach in and grab the
attractiveness in every repulsive person.
Is it really the inside that counts?
Severed hearts and cancerous lungs
defective intestines and damaged brains.
Looks are everything in a world
of paper dolls and interchangeable emotions.
Put on a smile. Put on a smile.
They don’t want to know the real you.
[ 01 February 2002: Message edited by: apocalyptic vendetta ]
