lunes, agosto 24, 2009

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Like jesus carried his cross on his shoulders and bore
A crown of thorns on his head,
On my skin I wear, scars and bruises,
That will only heal when I'm dead
And all the while, my foolish heart constantly loses
faith,
But that's a whole other thing
I don't want to get into
or deal with, right now
unless you're willing to show me how

I JUST WANNA GO BACK TO THE PLACE
WHERE I ONCE FELT SAFE
WHERE I WAS SHELTERED FROM THE PAIN
AND FROM THE POURING RAIN
OH MY, I SEE A CLOUDY DAY
AND IT'S HEADING MY WAY
WON'T YOU PLEASE HELP ME


I wish I knew,
What's making me feel this blue,
Hell I'd ask you,
If I thought you had even the slightest clue,
Who knows, it could be,
One of the thousand things,
That trouble my mind,
For the thousandth time,
Will it ever end,

I JUST WANNA GO BACK TO THE PLACE
WHERE I ONCE FELT SAFE
WHERE I WAS SHELTERED FROM THE PAIN
FROM THE POURING RAIN
OH MY, I SEE A CLOUDY DAY
HEADING MY WAY
WON'T YOU PLEASE HELP ME

I've prayed to every god and saint, and every virgen I know,
All I heard was silence, well I guess that goes to show,
But then I met a pretty girl by a lake, and all she said,
Was darling, so it goes,
like the, dust in the wind, it blows,
like the river into sea, it flows,
Why oh Why, maybe when,
you get to heaven,
you should ask the lord,
cause I don't think nobody down here knows


I JUST WANNA GO BACK TO THE PLACE
WHERE I ONCE FELT SAFE
WHERE I WAS SHELTERED FROM THE PAIN
AND FROM THE POURING RAIN
OH MY, I SEE A CLOUDY DAY
AND IT'S HEADING MY WAY
WON'T YOU PLEASE HELP ME





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THE ANSWER TO LIFE'S MUCH EASIER THAN U THINK SON!!

Only through yer own eyes can you really start to see mate. Society's not the way, and if it is, it's the wrong one. It's whole concept's based on the assumption that we're all alike, when we're not, we're different, and it's whithing that difference that exists our humanity. So fuck the white collars and the legislatures, the law-makers and the lawyers, the politicians and the lobbiests, the judges and the criminals, the cops and the felons, hang them all, and let them all burn slowly in the pire. Burn the flags and constitutions from every country in the world, disband the nations and bring down the boarders and limits. Burn the wallstreet-behaving bastards along with all the bankers and all the other money-mungering whores who fuck people up for a living. Burn the labels you have on God, abandon the believe that those narrow and hard to walk fucking paths, those box size jails, that all the various religions are, are the only ways to peace and love, 'cuz they really lead only to one place, destruction. And those two things everyone's always yappin' on about, exist withing ourselves, they reside only in our souls, they cannot be found out there in the world. That's why some people are miserable in one particular place and others are happy in the same fucking place. Happiness and peace, we choose to show them or hide them, in the end it's up to you, you wanna be happy? Burn the "social" version of "you", exorcise it if you will, only then will you trully come to know who the fuck you are, what you're fucking made of. See life through your own eyes, not through someone else's. Be yourself, let things be, stop trying to be perfect, and be free, only then will you trully be happy and at peace... CHEERS!