With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again...
With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin
And as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you
needed it more
Well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more...

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

It seems like a runaround
Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more
And I will color you all red, I will color you all...red

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

Braided conversation

Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out
It makes me sick (I'm alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...
And caved the fuck in, and bashed the fuck in, it's so old
Slit wrist theory, stains us all...

Slit wrist!

Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I'm still looking for these angels in the snow

Lace me up...

Slit Wrist Theory, 36 CrazyFists





Vazio, Vazio

Parabéns!!!


=)



Beijo***

Purity

Maze...psychopathic daze...I create this waste
Back away from tangents, on the verge of drastic
ways...can't escape this place...I deny your face
Sweat gets in my eyes, I think I'm slowly dying
Put me in a homemade cellar
Put me in a hole for shelter
Someone hear me please, all I see is hate
I can hardly breathe, and I can hardly take it


HANDS ON MY FACE OVERBEARING I CAN'T GET OUT
HANDS ON MY FACE OVERBEARING I CAN'T...

Lost...run at my own cost...fearing laughter, scoffed
Running from the rush, detached from such and such
Bleak...all around me, weak...listening, incomplete
I am not a dog, but I'm the one your dogging

I am in a buried kennel
I have never felt so final
Someone find me please, losing all reserve
I am fucking gone, I think I'm fucking dying

HANDS ON MY FACE OVERBEARING I CAN'T GET OUT
HANDS ON MY FACE OVERBEARING I CAN'T...

You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
There's something in you I despise


Cut me - show me - enter - I am
willing and able and never any danger to myself
Knowledge of my pain, knowledge of my pain
Or was my tolerance a phase?
Empathy, out of my way
I can't die

You all stare, but you'll never see
there's something inside me
You all stare, but you'll never see
there's something in you I despise
Despise... despise...

Purity

Have you ever seen God?

SlipKnot

Ela aproximou-se da lua e disse que a vontade distancia-se cada vez mais do que é correcto.
Arrefece e sente-se morrer dentro de si. Não é dessas, poderia sê-lo mas não é.
Não, quando tu, vida, continuas a dizer demasiados “adeus”.
Quando te sente, ela estremece. Fecha os olhos e sente-te.
Entretanto os pulmões deixam de fornecer ar e ela perece mais um pouco…
Tu, vida, fazes doer, fazes sentir, obrigas a viver.
Ela morre mais um bocado…
Ela não sabe em que lado teu acreditar,
Vida, no que vê ou no que mostras?
Tudo é tão complicado e no entanto tão simples.

“Julga-se que um homem sofreu porque lhe morreu um dia o ser amado. Mas o seu verdadeiro sofrimento não é tão fútil: é perceber que nem sequer o desgosto dura! Até a dor não faz sentido.
Bem sabes que não tinha desculpas, nem mesmo a sombra de um amor, nem a amargura da melancolia. Não tenho alibi. Mas hoje, eis-me ainda mais livre do que há anos era, liberto que estou da memória e da ilusão. (Ri apaixonadamente.) Sei que nada dura! Oh! Saber isto! Fomos só dois ou três, na história, que tivemos a verdadeira experiência disto, que pudemos atingir esta felicidade demente.”
Albert camus, IN “Calígula”

If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with him in all his glory
what would you ask if you had just one question?

*

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face
What would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and Jesus and the saints
and all the Prophets

*

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Back up to Heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

Yeah Yeah God is great
Yeah Yeah God is good
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Like a holly Rolling Stone
Back up to Heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome


Alanis Morissette - What If God Was One Of Us