jueves, 29 de enero de 2009

Smells like formol corpse

This is just the basic idea for a parody I'm making for fun for my friends

Put on your gloves and take your knifes
it's fun to chop and forget their lifes
She is so big and so well-made
oh no, I made a mess again

oh my, oh my, oh my, how fat?
oh my, oh my, oh my, how fat?
oh my, oh my, oh my, how fat?
oh my, oh my, oh my!

With the lights out, it's the same thing
Oh my God, no! there goes my finger
I feel drugged, and I'm bleeding
Oh my God, no! I cut my hand off

There's a goth here, and and emo
a well-dressed girl, and a pedo
Yeah!

My blood still runs down
and it starts to stink hard here
Our little group is really odd
and with my death it'll be worse

oh my, oh my, oh my, how fat?
oh my, oh my, oh my, how fat?
oh my, oh my, oh my, how fat?
oh my, oh my, oh my!

With the lights out, it's the same thing
Oh my God, no! there goes my finger
I feel drugged, and I'm bleeding
Oh my God, no! I cut my hand off

And so please, when I'm truly dead
take my poor body out of here
'cause I don't wanna end like that
I just prefer to bite the dust

oh my, oh my, oh my, how fat?
oh my, oh my, oh my, how fat?
oh my, oh my, oh my, how fat?
oh my, oh my, oh my!

With the lights out, it's the same thing
Oh my God, no! there goes my finger
I feel drugged, and I'm bleeding
Oh my God, no! I cut my hand off
Syonara, shongi gana
viste pana, come rana
mira'ana,niña mala
se muy sana, y ten ganas
for denial!

miércoles, 28 de enero de 2009

Random... never the same

So here I am, in front of the hell's gates
I know I have to pass through them, as well as I know what awaits me there.
It's no other but my other myself, that exists since I had my very second thought.
I must fight, and win, before it finish controlling me.
The pain I felt lately only made him stronger, and I'm worried "I" can cause any danger.
But now I think... do I really want to win? Why not just make them pay?
I feel I can with him... So much power... all for me...
My consciousness fades... slowly disappears... I'm alive.

...

lunes, 26 de enero de 2009

Why do you hate?

Why do you hate?
Why do you hurt?
Are you happy doing that?
Don't you see anything but your own wishes?
I thought It was only me who saw your real side,
but with the time, people started to get out of your way.
You may get whatever you want,
but you will never feel anything better.
I can't wish you any bad, or even hurt you myself,
but you might one day, find one like you

viernes, 23 de enero de 2009

What I feel...

I have a voice deep in my mind,
that always whispers what to do I want,
and turns me slightly mad.
I feel my need of mutual love,
my wish of doing all kind of differents things,
and to be in different places.
That's why my soul burns,
prisoner under my skin,
trying to find any of these keys