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The Child (innocence lost)
I'm going on thirty years, but I'm still a child
What's the use for youth if I've never cracked a smile
I relive this youth whenever my future-presents-past
I try to escape it, but always finnish last
So I'll cross myself and I'll cross my legs
To keep these bad thoughts out of my head
So many times before I've tried to slash my wrists with a
paper knife
Just so I can show this bad old world that I am still alive
Cried so many tears to spread a smile on your lips
Taken your hand and licked my blood off your fingertips
So I'll cross myself and I'll cross my legs
To keep these bad thoughts out of my head
The Man (birth of the beast)
I'll erect the tallest buildings so I can rape the sky
Make love with my fists and kill with my thighs
A violent sociopath, use blood to make my bed
Molest my compassions and beat them 'till they're dead
I'll hate my father and blame my son just like my good old
daddy done
I'll blame my father and hate my son just like my good old
daddy done
March to drums of war and dance to chords of rage
You think you've tamed this beast, just wait 'till I break
out of this cage
I'll shave off my emotions and conquer with my dick
Give birth to this genocidal, violent, murderous, repressed
prick !
I'll hate my father and blame my son just like my good old
daddy done
I'll blame my father and hate my son just like my good old
daddy done
Epilogue (the infernal/internal quest)
What should I be-the child or the man ?
Become the monsterous fiend or remain beneath my father's
hand?
Devastate the world with my own rage or hide beneath my
bed?
So many times destroyed by the wars within my head
So I'll cross myself and I'll cross my legs
To keep these bad thoughts out of my head
So I'll just shut my eyes and wait for pain to rise
The searing burning agony that wells up deep inside
Scrape my knees on thorn-cursed ground as I beg for apathy
But I'll know no peace in life and death won't ever claim
me
So I'll cross myself and I'll cross my legs
To keep these bad thoughts out of my head |
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מי שאמר ש'זה חם
ומתוק', לא היה
אף פם בצד שלי
של המתרס.
שלי בווידוי
חושפני |
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המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.