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Topic: Fits the mood of the day,week,month.............
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LivingEvil
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posted March 27, 2003 16:11
 
Why do you wish to live in an ideal world?
Why do you think, that God will always be there?
Is it so hard to see things like they are?
Maybe one day, you’ll stop living in a dream
Maybe notWhy religion, or magic or anything else?
What do you mean, love is not all we need?
Is it so hard to look at death every day?
Maybe one day, you may say this is for real
Maybe not Facing up
Maybe not
Facing up
What if not? So many problems of science involved
Complexity and basic principles
Observations of the empty space
Still searching for the final theory
Yeah the final theory
About our fate
Destiny
The dark energy Facing up
Maybe not
Facing up
What if not?
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BlackCloud
VoivodFan
Member # 122
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posted March 27, 2003 20:55
  
Downtown we'll drown
We're in our never splender
Flowers
Showers
Who's got the new boy genderI'll be your baby
I'll be your score
I'll run the gun for you
And so much more Chorus:
I'll tumble 4 ya
I'll tumble 4 ya
I'll tumble 4 ya
I'll tumble 4 you (chorus) Uptown their sound
Is like the native
You send her
Junction
Function
The boy with pop is slender Did he say maybe
Or I'mnot sure
He'll be a boy for you
But you need more (chorus x2) I get a crazy feeling
That chases in my head
It's nothing that you do to me
It's nothing that you said
It's love in stereo
And when I can't let go I say I'll be your baby
I'll be your score
I'll run the gun for you
And so much more (chorus) Downtown we'll drown
We're in our never splender
Flowers
Showers
Who's got the new boy gender I'll be your baby
I'll be your score
I'll run the gun for you
And so much more I'll tumble 4 ya
I'll tumble 4 ya
I'll tumble 4 ya
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Nuclear Vampire
VoivodFan
Member # 20
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posted March 27, 2003 22:19
Wart-encrusted sebaceous growth
Pustulating, bleeding piles are what I boast
Scabby and blistered pectoral skin flakes away
As my crushed bowels evacuate much to my dismay...
Faecal tripe - take a bite
Urinary swill - take your fill
Squeeze out the pus, perforate the rash
Munch the mouldy scabs, lick the septic gash...
Eroded crispy bowels, corrosive putrid breath
Collapsing, slushy lungs, my diaphragm pickled in meths...
Renal ulcerations, faecal gurgitations
Costive crepitations, complete and disgorgement...
Disenterring organs pus, urine and sewage
Thrust into your naval, to soak up ascitic fluids...
An abrasive concoction is formed in my throat
Methylated bile, jaundiced kidneys bloat
Tumourous stomach, coughing up gall
The thorax infected with furuncles and boils...
The sight of my abdomen, shrivelling and gurgling
The reek of my bloody pleura, stagnating and curdling
Cynical and sarcastic, my fetid sense of tumour
Clinical and gastric, I imbibe my own vitreous humour...
Soiled prostatic prolapse
Ruptured hernia rips your groin
Your mouth forced wide open
As you're made to chew on your haemorrhoids...
Gnawing my appendix, enteric organs glistening
Acholial fluids, coagulating and thickening
Weakened, cirrhosised liver, pumping out sludge
Of pediculosal faeces, sanguineous bile and crud...
Avulsion of salted tonsils
Gavaged with a spoon
Your scrotal sac torn open
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BlackCloud
VoivodFan
Member # 122
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posted March 29, 2003 01:14
If I, I get to know your name
Well if I, could trace your private number, babyAll I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
I want some, want some I set my sights on you
(And no one else will do)
And I, I've got to have my way now, baby All I know is that to me
You look like you're having fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out here I come Chorus: You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round I got to be your friend now, baby
And I would like to move in just a little bit closer All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come (Chorus) I want your love...
I want your love... All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come (Chorus) I want your love...
I want your love...
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