Charas-Project
Off-Topic => All of all! => Topic started by: Almeidaboo on August 25, 2008, 03:17:03 AM
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What's your favourite lyrics (at least at the moment)? Post it and tell why it's specially good to you. Well, this song just speaks to me a lot, and it's really well written.
Protest the Hero - Blindfolds Aside
We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers
As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer
The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile
With a heart that's beating louder than my own
I watch a girl they call Kezia
I watch a woman that I know
my hopes and my own future blindfolded
To atone for a sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
and No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful
and no one ever said I'd have to pull that trigger, on her
I can't even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated;
Five soldiers forever sedated with the,
"No one's responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribble
Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice I have to make;
Resurrect a static lifetime to starve to death my own mistakes
So pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry
Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes?
Drop the gun(pull), drop the gun(the), drop the gun(trigger), drop the gun.
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I can tell you what my least favorite lyrics are:
"Not even salt can make your hands taste good" - No Sssweat by Enter Shikari
God damnit. I loved the song until I finally figured out what he was saying.
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Pink Floyd - The Trial
Good morning, the worm, your honor,
The crown will plainly show,
The prisoner who now stands before you,
Was caught red-handed showing feelings.
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said he'd come to no good,
In the end, your honor.
If they'd let me have my way,
I could have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied.
The bleeding hearts and artists,
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today.
Crazy.
Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
(crazy. toys in the attic, he is crazy.)
You little shit, you're in it now.
I hope they throw away the key.
You should've talked to me more often than you did.
But no! you had to go your own way.
Have you broken any homes up lately?
Just five minutes, worm, your honor,
Him and me alone.
Baaaaaabe!
Come to mother, baby.
Let me hold you in my arms.
M'lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your honor, let me take him home.
Crazy.
Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall.
For when I came in. . .
(crazy. over the rainbow, he is crazy.)
The evidence before the court is incontrovertible.
There's no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to defecate! -- no, judge, the jury!
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Tear down the wall!
Yeah, it's the whole song, but any single part isn't enough.
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**** YOU FOR LOVING ME!!!!!
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Now you're a hero (From You have to burn the rope)
Congratulations.
You managed to kill that boss, you see...
The Grinning Colossus.
You're the hero we all wish we could be!
You made it through The Tunnel.
Then you grabbed that Fire on The Wall!
You jumped up above him.
Then you burned The Rope and save us all.
You burned The Rope and saved us all.
You burned The Rope and saved us...
Now you're a Hero.
You managed to beat the whole damn ga-ame.
We're happy you made it.
But how are you gonna to spend the rest of this da-ay?
Maybe watch a video.
Maybe press refresh and start again.
Now you're a Hero.
You managed to beat the whole damn ga-ame.
We're happy you made it.
But how are you gonna to spend the rest of this da-ay?
Maybe watch a video.
Maybe press refresh and start again.
Yes it's over now.
We didn't want to make a longer game.
This is it, I swear it's true.
Now you're a Hero.
You managed to beat the whole damn ga-ame.
We're happy you made it.
But how are you gonna to spend the rest of this da-ay?
Maybe watch a video.
Maybe press refresh and start again.
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Radiohead - No surprises
A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please
Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)
Also, meis, I love enter Shikari. I'm wearing the 'sorry you're not a winner' t-shirt right now :p
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Yeah, Radiohead has some awesome lyrics...pretty down stuff. I love "Do the Evolution" by Pearl Jam, but that's old...
And Egnio...that's some nerd song, ain't it?
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It's from a game called "You Have to Burn the Rope."
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Pink ball with black hat on Grinning Colossus rope-burning action (http://www.mazapan.se/games/BurnTheRope.php)
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Down, Down, Down to Mephisto's Cafe - Streetlight Manifesto
I just love this song. For many reasons why.
If I were you, I would take this as a sign
Believe it's true, we were never meant to fly
And I owe you, I know you more than anyone alive
And I will not let go
They will not remember this song
No matter what we do we'll be wrong
They will not remember this song
No matter what we do we'll be wrong
I can't seem to see the seal we're breaking
I can't seem to see the seal we broke
I refuse to recognize your views
Someone shouted "Everything's for nothing"
Somebody shouted, "All is lost"
But I can't buy that nonsense too.
Way back when the prophecies began
Do you think they really had a master plan
Or were they merely writing fables, stories?
I don't know but it has occurred to me
The punishment that they threaten constantly
It's only real if they could just convince me.
We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
Down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
we're going down
And the gears will spin and the sinners sin,
but at least we'll give them hell
And the righteous few will spit on you
so bid them all farewell
We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
We're going down (Right?) (Right!)
So **** the flocks of sheep that keep amassing masses
Asses being led so far astray
And I won't claim to believe the things I read
Black books or agenda magazine
I'd rather see in shades of gray
If I were you, I would take this as a sign
Believe it's true, we were never meant to fly
And I knew you when you were you
Before they twisted all your views
Before you came unglued.
We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
Down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
we're going down
And the gears will spin and the sinners sin,
but at least we'll give them hell
And the righteous few will spit on you
so bid them all farewell
We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafe
We're going down (Right?) (Right!)
Now everybody's telling taller tales
And I don't know who to believe
Ok, if your father really loves you more
What about the other families?
Finally, I met a man with kindness in his eye and fire in his heart
He said you'll never have to choose a side
It's rewarding but oh, the road is hard...
They broke him wide open
Like a dam and a cork that's holding everything inside
You can play the role of rebel
Just be sure to know your wrong from right.
I remember it was years ago
You know I still count the days
You and I had quite a ways to go
I never once heard you complain.
And you said, "Don't crack, because you might not make it back
And if you do you will be alone and you can't live like that"
Well I know when I'm wrong and I sure as hell ain't wrong this time.
We're going down, down, down to Mephisto's Cafes.
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Particle Man by They Might Be Giants
Particle man, particle man
Doing the things a particle can
Whats he like? its not important
Particle man
Is he a dot, or is he a speck?
When hes underwater does he get wet?
Or does the water get him instead?
Nobody knows, particle man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates particle man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
Universe man, universe man
Size of the entire universe man
Usually kind to smaller man
Universe man
Hes got a watch with a minute hand,
Millenium hand and an eon hand
When they meet its a happy land
Powerful man, universe man
Person man, person man
Hit on the head with a frying pan
Lives his life in a garbage can
Person man
Is he depressed or is he a mess?
Does he feel totally worthless?
Who came up with person man?
Degraded man, person man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates person man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
I like this song because I always feel like person man. I feel like there isn't anyone that really cares about me, and I've just been abadoned.
Haha, no. Seriously though, I make a point not to relate to a song I listen to. Otherwise I feel like I'm a tween kid listening to Linkin Park.
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You make a point to avoid that? I just never did that because all the songs clearly weren't about me or anyone like me.
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I dont really relate to songs. Ill think lyrics are cool or well written, but relating to them? Not so much. Music just has to be fun to listen to for me. Sometimes I'll enjoy a deeper song, but nothing big.
Although...
"YOU WERE SCREAMIN AT YOUR MUM AND I WAS PUNCHIN YA DAADD"
Is some pretty intense stuff.
The Young Knives singer is insane haha
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Panic! at the disco
"There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet"
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes
Whoa, everything goes according to plan.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it
Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain, and
I bet you just can't keep up with, (keep up) with these fashionistas, and
Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shh...
Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,
they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
I'm the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get all confident?"
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better, and you can't stand it
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better, and you can't stand it
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better, and you can't stand it
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
And I know, and I know, it just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up.
I've never been so surreptitious, so of course you'll be distracted when I spike the punch.
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I dont really relate to songs. Ill think lyrics are cool or well written, but relating to them? Not so much. Music just has to be fun to listen to for me. Sometimes I'll enjoy a deeper song, but nothing big.
Although...
"YOU WERE SCREAMIN AT YOUR MUM AND I WAS PUNCHIN YA DAADD"
Is some pretty intense stuff.
The Young Knives singer is insane haha
You serious? I hardly like songs I just can't relate to, melody-wise or lyric-wise...
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`ill usually relate more to e melody. I think melodies capture emotions/feelings waayyyyy better than lyrics ever could.
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You serious? I hardly like songs I just can't relate to, melody-wise or lyric-wise...
Are YOU serious? That's a little narrow minded. Just 'cuz you can't directly relate doesn't mean it's not deep. I don't relate to some of my favorite songs, but I understand and love them just the same as those I don't relate to.
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Music can't be deep. It's music.
Not a lake.
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Are YOU serious? That's a little narrow minded. Just 'cuz you can't directly relate doesn't mean it's not deep. I don't relate to some of my favorite songs, but I understand and love them just the same as those I don't relate to.
Thank you man, thank you.
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There are two types of music.
-The stuff you like initally then grow to hate because you finally understand the lyrics.
-The stuff you only learn to like once you understand the meaning of the song.
-Then there's Archem.
Personally, I perfer to NOT try and memorize the lyrics of anything hardcore because, most of the time, the lyrics blow *** and suck cock. I also try to not memorize the lyrics of most alternative stuff because it is all emo bullshit, but sadly it is a bit harder to block out a clear/high-pitched voice than a grunting/low octave. I usually hate rap lyrics because it is all about bitches and hoes and how hard life iz. I also hate country lyrics because it is about bitches and hoes too... just a different type of hoe. And tractors.
Honestly, the best lyrics are from the older eras. Stuff like Billy Joel, Simon and Garfunkel, Tal Bachman, etc. The times when lyrics were more important due to the lack of instrumental sounds that we have today.
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-Then there's Archem.
Wait, does this mean that the way I comprehend music is different, or that I am a musical group or classification all my own?
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Thank you man, thank you.
Sorry man, I wasn't tryin' to be a dick. =(
haha
As for lyrics. I agree 99 percent. Main stream lyrics blow ***hole. They're always so bad and unoriginal. But there are modern song writers that write great lyrics, they're just rare and rarely(never) main stream.
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Yeah, for instance, I liked Daniel Johns' lyrics a lot before Young Modern, they were just meaningful about the whole crazyness that his head produced when he got anorexia and stuff...Pearl Jam's lyrics are usually awesome too.
Rap songs are usually loads and loads of ****. I just hate rap in general, but the lyrics are specially relevant for my desire to get rap extinct.
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Yeah, for instance, I liked Daniel Johns' lyrics a lot before Young Modern, they were just meaningful about the whole crazyness that his head produced when he got anorexia and stuff...Pearl Jam's lyrics are usually awesome too.
Rap songs are usually loads and loads of ****. I just hate rap in general, but the lyrics are specially relevant for my desire to get rap extinct.
RRRGGGGG
One thing I truly despise is when someone knocks a genre in its entirety. Thats such bullshit. Its like saying "You know what. Papa roach is a shitty band. This leaves me to think that ANY band who uses guitar in their music must also suck! GENIUS! I CLEARLY HAVE A HIGHER LEVEL OF TASTE AND KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT"
And even if its not your kind of jam, fine, but dont sit there and be like LOL _____ SUCKS CANT BELIEVE PEOPLE LIKE THAT ****
Its pretentious and LAME. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SIT AT MY LUNCH TABLE.
semi-related note-
I love the Cool Kids.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZSW6ISkkfc
Im fresh to death....well I aint really tryna be that fresh.
Haha.
tl;dr?
Everyone's got a diff vibe.
Dont knock another cause its not yours.
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I would never say Rap is gay (In a whole) There are a few rappers I like
(MCChris) and linkin park uses rap and I still like them. It's not rap itself Its what you rap ABOUT.
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Long rant n' ****.
I agree. I mean, it's pretty common to hear rap and hi hop in that style nowadays, but it's not all like that.
I mean, I listen to some older stuff, and I haven't heard a whole lot about cash and whores...
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One guy said that all rap sucks; I feel like I have to jump on a big sensitivity train.
You'll note that he said "usually", meaning there are most likely a few songs out there that he likes or tollerates. I doubt he was bashing the entire genre. Secondly, he added some of his own personal opinion (which can be implied with the use of "I") to support his feeling. I honestly don't see why you're jumping on him.
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Thanks Meis, I'd kiss ya if you were a real girl and...If I had real lips.
Anyway, that's about it, and it's not like I haven't heard stuff before I made my mind. I liked Linkin Park too, including the rap parts. I like Outkast and Eminem, for instance. But the role they play on my music linking is insignificant to save a genre I take for baaaaaaaad.
Don't mind me Rev, it's me against the world.
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This is the song that is currently in my head
[spoiler=Iron & Wine, Woman King]blackbird claw, raven wing
under the red sunlight
long clothesline, two shirt sleeves
waving as we go by
hundred years, hundred more
someday we may see a
woman king, wristwatch time
slowing as she goes to sleep
black horse fly, lemonade
jar on the red ant hill
garden worm, cigarette
ash on the window sill
hundred years, hundred more
someday we may see a
woman king, sword in hand
swing at some evil and bleed
black hoof mare, broken leg
eye on the shot gun shell
age old dog, hornet nest
built in the big church bell
hundred years, hundred more
someday we may see a
woman king, bloodshot eye
thumb down and starting to weep
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And here is my favorite song, of almost ever
[spoiler=Tool, Stinkfist]Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
but I would not want
You any other way.
Cause,
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said,
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.
Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.
But,
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said,
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.
Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
How can this mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?
I'll keep digging till
I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.
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The reason why I have the spoiler button is because nobody likes a post that is longer then all of the other posts put together
Anyways, concerning rap:
I don't like the rap of today, although old school rap, I kinda like...kinda...
I personally liken rap of today to the Wii (bear with me hear, just hear the analogy)
The Wii's system library is flooded with crap
Same with todays rap
Both of them, however, have the occasional gem
Bad analogy, I know, but that is the best likening to that my stupid autistic brain could think up of -_-
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Yup, terrible analogy. You should use intestines, instead.
Anyway, awesome Tool song!
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[spoiler= BNO Torrid love aff...]The first time I saw a body bend that way
I realized that we're more beautiful dead than alive
Then, with bloodied flesh removed, your rib cage ripped away
And I saw why they say beauty comes from the inside
It won't be the same
This time around
You'll never be the same again
I promise to never forget you
You'll remember me
For as long as you live
And your life ends right here, right now,
As I tear your heart apart
I'll take your hair with me,
Wrapped around my bloody knuckles
As a soft, silken reminder
Of the day
You discovered
That even the softest words
Can't heal the deepest wounds
I pray
That they find you
And use the softest words
To hide the hardest truth
I'm covered in your blood
It's over. We're better.
One day we'll forget you
Were so right and so clever
I'm covered in your blood
It's over. We're better.
One day we'll forget you
Were so right and so clever
I'm covered in your blood
It's over. We're better.
One day we'll forget you
I'll take your hair with me,
Wrapped around my bloody knuckles
As a soft, silken reminder
Of the day
You discovered
That even the softest words
Can't hide the hardest truth
I pray
That they find you
And use the softest words
To hide the hardest truth
[(Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer)
-If you shoot someone in the head with a .45 every time you kill somebody, it becomes like your fingerprint, see? But if you strangle one, stab another, one you cut up, one you don't, then the police don't know what to do. They think you're 4 different people. What they really like, what makes their job so much easier, is pattern. What they call a modus operenda. That's latin. Bet you didn't know any latin, did ya Otis?
-Big fuckin' deal.
-What?
-Nothing.
-It's like a trail of ****, Otis. It's like the blood droppings from a deer you shot, and all they gotta do is follow those droppings, and pretty soon, they're gonna find their deer.
-Why don't you use a gun?
-You can use a gun. I'm not saying you can't use a gun. Just don't use the same gun twice.]
Save me from this
Love affair with broken hearts
Before it's too late
Save me or save yourself
Love affair with broken hearts
Before it's too late
Me or save yourself[/spoiler]
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[spoiler=Opeth - The Night And The Silent Water]
And so you left us
Jaded and gaunt, some September
Wilted with the seasons
But hidden inside the delusion
I saw your eyes, somewhere
Devoid of death
The aura poises amidst the storm
In solid tears I linger
A parlour glade, moonlit sorrow
Lonely resting pools
Relics of the moon-dogged lake
All your words are misgiven
Am I like them?
Those who mourn and turn away
Those who would give anything
To see you again
If only for another second
Your face was, like the photograph
Painted white
We did not speak very often about it
What does it matter now?
Cloak of autumn shroud
I gaze, dim ricochet of stars
I reckon it is time for me to leave
You sleep in the light
Yet the night and the silent water
Still so dark[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Opeth - Isolation Years]
There's a sense of longing in me
As I read Rosemary's letter
Her writing's honest
Can't forget the years she's lost
In isolation
She talks about her love
And as I read
"I'll die alone"
I know she's aching
There's a certain detail seen here
The pen must have slipped to the side
And left a stain
Next to his name
She knows he's gone
And isolation
Is all that would remain
"The wound in me is pouring out
To rest on a lover's shore"[/spoiler]
[spoiler=Opeth - The Leper Affinity]
We enter Winter once again
Naked, freezing from my breath
'Neath the lid all limbs tucked away
This coffin is your abode from now and onwards
Your body is mine to avail
Such a tragic sight you are
Slave unto my creed
Spurring me with those tears
I am beyond death
Midst a dreaming affinity
Saving strength now, faint whispers
Come erotic communion in its splendour
Fever mirrored ghosts
Night time consolation, cross the line
Draw murder into art
Sleep inside through days
In the wake of this relief
Shivering, longing for more
Insanity at it's peak
Love me to my death
Lost are days of Spring
You sighed and let me in
Keep the beast inside
Shackled within my hide
Screaming out too late
Losing to my hate
Grew together with your skin
And paced the trails of sin
Your gaze covered with virgin snow
Rigid features
It's the shallow deeds who is to blame
Deafening shrieks pierced the night
A step from oblivion
Moving into the dim lights
Hiding within a reverie
It was worth it for the wait alone[/spoiler]
Åkerfeldt is poetry.
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Drag, you're no fun, anything by Opet is obviously awesome.