Post by Ziegrand on Sept 11, 2011 12:34:29 GMT 3
Kuten topikki sanoo.
Runoja runoja koska piirustus jälki on(Edelleen) aivan kauheaa.
Englanniksi enimmäkseen, löytyvät myös DA:stani.
Saa arvata mikä se on tai kysyä.
Anger:
Anger..The feeling is getting warmer.
Shiver, everything is getting darker.
Anger, primal transfer, pumping getting louder.
Rushing inside your foundations, rising higher.
Anger, rising up like a hammer.
Anger overwhelming your senses.
Anger, the feeling is getting clearer.
Anger like a broken mirror seeing only error.
Anger like a sharpnel cleving flesh from bone.
Anger, like a hungry animal, eating up you from the inside.
Warmer, It's really the Anger.
Drooling.
Drooling like a beast.
You slanderous freak, with painted tears.
Deep in your eyes, strapped to the pole, to feel it all whole.
Spread your legs for the free entry of pain and wail
Fight against it, never give up to the drooling beast.
You freak, with painted tears.
Hide yourself, never let it find you.
Bury your past, rise the broken walls of dusk.
Bury your fingers into the cowers, bite your lip till it bleeds,(Do not let it feed.)
It had it's fills of you, the drooling beast.
Poor girl with painted tears.
Crawl to the shadows, bury yourself, hope it never finds you again.
Small fingers cross and close your eyes, maybe it has gone blind.
Do not let it do that sin.
Wield your mind like a Gun.
Sharpen the nails.
Hide the knives.(Under the pillows and matress,be ready with them.)
End the drooling.
Stab the drooling.
Tear the drooling.
Strangle the roaring.
Poor girl with painted tears, let the fears be.
And do not wipe the real tears.
Drowning
Drowning, they see you drowning. Sinking into the white noise.
Drowning, they are drowning. Joining you to the waves of white noise.
Rising, fighting against the currents of voice.
Rising, flailing their hands against the strong currents of hope.
Crying, for help and salvation. Crying for a chance.
Non given, non taken. There is no chances against those faces.
Drowning, slowly, given up against the darkness of the faces.
Mazes, faces around you, around them, walls of flesh and bone.
Veins, still breathing, still breathing towards the heart.
Pumping, still pumping, allmost inhaling.
Drowning, slowly... Hoping.
Closing, lungs hoping for the last gasp.
Inhale, you are drowning.
Runoja runoja koska piirustus jälki on(Edelleen) aivan kauheaa.
Englanniksi enimmäkseen, löytyvät myös DA:stani.
Saa arvata mikä se on tai kysyä.
Anger:
Anger..The feeling is getting warmer.
Shiver, everything is getting darker.
Anger, primal transfer, pumping getting louder.
Rushing inside your foundations, rising higher.
Anger, rising up like a hammer.
Anger overwhelming your senses.
Anger, the feeling is getting clearer.
Anger like a broken mirror seeing only error.
Anger like a sharpnel cleving flesh from bone.
Anger, like a hungry animal, eating up you from the inside.
Warmer, It's really the Anger.
Drooling.
Drooling like a beast.
You slanderous freak, with painted tears.
Deep in your eyes, strapped to the pole, to feel it all whole.
Spread your legs for the free entry of pain and wail
Fight against it, never give up to the drooling beast.
You freak, with painted tears.
Hide yourself, never let it find you.
Bury your past, rise the broken walls of dusk.
Bury your fingers into the cowers, bite your lip till it bleeds,(Do not let it feed.)
It had it's fills of you, the drooling beast.
Poor girl with painted tears.
Crawl to the shadows, bury yourself, hope it never finds you again.
Small fingers cross and close your eyes, maybe it has gone blind.
Do not let it do that sin.
Wield your mind like a Gun.
Sharpen the nails.
Hide the knives.(Under the pillows and matress,be ready with them.)
End the drooling.
Stab the drooling.
Tear the drooling.
Strangle the roaring.
Poor girl with painted tears, let the fears be.
And do not wipe the real tears.
Drowning
Drowning, they see you drowning. Sinking into the white noise.
Drowning, they are drowning. Joining you to the waves of white noise.
Rising, fighting against the currents of voice.
Rising, flailing their hands against the strong currents of hope.
Crying, for help and salvation. Crying for a chance.
Non given, non taken. There is no chances against those faces.
Drowning, slowly, given up against the darkness of the faces.
Mazes, faces around you, around them, walls of flesh and bone.
Veins, still breathing, still breathing towards the heart.
Pumping, still pumping, allmost inhaling.
Drowning, slowly... Hoping.
Closing, lungs hoping for the last gasp.
Inhale, you are drowning.