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From the bottom of Death's cowl leers my smile.... 05-04-2006 20:51 к комментариям - к полной версии - понравилось!


В колонках играет - Wezzer- We are all on drugs
Настроение сейчас - normal'noye

Ne pover'te zagolovke shto ya opyat' gothic prosto mne prikalivayet. Pridumal stih pro shkolu v obshem:
Gangstas, thugs, rock n rollers
Punks, Goths, Thought controllers
School's a bitch till we graduate
So fuck that shit and show up late.

Mne samomu pryot! Nu moyemu sk8u pipets. ya naverno slishkom mnogo prokatilsya zimoi i u menya kolesa teper' voobshe ne kruutyatsya :( No ne budu zdavat'sya, ya poidu v Adrenaline i kuplyu noviye traki i vsyo kak polozgheno. A teper' pro ***bnutuyu shkolu:
Segodnya menya, Pashu, I Nastyu S. (Inimitable_Girl) otveli k distsiplinarnoi komissii na sobraniyu. Nu tam nas "rugali"pro povedeniyu.vsyo ostal'noye proshlo po-normal'nomu.
A teper' stishok sochinyayu pryamo s hodu.

"Teenage Karma"
I fear no torture that the adults bring
For karma will complete it's ill-fated ring
And it will be their heads under the barrel of my gun
And praying by the name of their savior, God's son
But no mercy will be given to the infidels
For tonight in celebration I will ring Hell's bells
Judgement day for the cocaine-like disipline
And the fucking dead womb I've been livin' in
Fuck authority till it's dead from fear
And for our torturers the end is near
Heart attack, Surprise sudden death
Strung out from Earth like your high on meth
But you're not, you're just sick and tired
Like secondhand smoke of a gun that's been fired
The light scent of lead, the rotting flesh of the dead
And somewhere, somehow your heart isn't full of dread
Flames lick at the walls of your mind
Eyes water, mouth dries as your teeth grind
Torture the thoughts of conformality
And embrace the belief of abnormality
Guitar solos of an uthorworldly tone
And the oath of my race is engraved in stone
Set in the blood, sweat and tears
Of other ones like me from other long-lost years
Tones of a guitar tuned by Satan himself
With a poison like the Arsenic on the witches' shelf
Used for the extermination of the hierarchy
Join together in the streets under the chants of ANARCHY!
King of the misfits, outcasts and downtrodden
From the streeturchins to those who are just fuckin' rotten
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