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 Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:47 pm
"Dethharmonic"
I want to keep my money
And give away absolutely nothing
To the government who moderates my spending
and obliterates depending on what time of the year
brutality is nere
in the form of income tax
I'd rather take a ******** axe
to my face, blow up this place
with you all in it, I'd do it in a minute
If I could write off your murder
I'd save all of my receipts
because I'd rather you be dead
than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year
I'd rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home
I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant
I'd rather you be dead
I'd rather you be dead
Prepare the laser-beam
I'm gonna use it tonight
Engage the laser-beam
It's gonna end your life
I'm gonna use it tonight
If I could write off your murder
I'd save all of my receipts
because I'd rather you be dead
than lose a tiny shred of what I made this fiscal year
I'd rather you be dead than ponder parting with my second home
I'd rather you be dead than consider not opening a restaurant
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:49 pm
"Deththeme"
Doodily Ding-Dong Tick-Tock [x5]
Dethklok [x4]
I'll, Teach you, to, rock...
Dethklok [x2]
Skwisgaar Skwigelf, taller than a tree.
Toki Wartooth, not a bumblebee.
William Murderface, Murderface, Murderface.
Pickles, the drummer, doodily doo. (Ding-dong, doodily, doodily, doo.)
Nathan Explosion.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:50 pm
"Duncan Hills Coffee Jingle"
Do You Folks Like Coffee?
Real Coffee,
From the Hills Of Colombia?
The Duncan awake You
From A Thousand Deaths.
A Cup Of blackened Blood.
(Die, Die)
You're Dying For A Cup.
Guatemala Blend,
Ethiopian,
French Vanilla Roast.
(Die, Die)
You're Dying For A Cup.
Prepare For Ultimate Flavor!
You're Gonna Get Some... now
And Scream... For Your Cream
[Solo]
Duncan Hills,
Duncan Hills,
Duncan Hills Coffee.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:55 pm
"Blood Ocean"
Die
Lights
Trapped
Inside
Torn
Fights
Concubines
Blood Ocean
Crickets
Cry
Inside
The night
Trampled
Takes
Over
The mind
Blood Ocean
The land's coagulated
And my mind's incarcerated
But my helmet's ventilated
With the souls correlated
Though my father's fascinated
With the premises negated
And the night will be berated
With the souls of the deflated
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Blood Ocean
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Blood Ocean
The land's coagulated
And my mind's incarcerated
But my helmet's ventilated
With the souls correlated
Though my father's fascinated
With the premises negated
And the night will be berated
With the souls of the deflated
You are gonna lose your mind
Tonight...In oceans...of blood
You are gonna drown and die
Tonight...In oceans...In oceans...In oceans...In oceans of Blood
Ocean
Blood
Ocean
Blood
Ocean
Blood
Ocean
Blood
Ocean
Blood
Ocean
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:57 pm
"Murdertrain 'a Comin'
Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'
It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you
Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning
Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two
It cannot be stopped
The train is fueled by chopped bodies
Filled with sorrow
There is no tomorrow
Ticket is your life
Ended by a knife
Called the murder train
Eternity of pain
Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about
There is no escape but death
Your life is just
A murder train a-comin
Now play those blues
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:59 pm
"Hatredy"
Strapping for the jury,
tell your friends of fury,
comedy is death, hatredy.
Step into this moonlight,
"doctor in this dead light"
Tragic running more, Hatredy.
Through the rape of night, blinded by your might,
Irony in spite, sometimes "in the light"
Think to die on stage, shredded by your rage
Hating your own face, comedy is disgrace
You I Hate, Await your fate,
Your time has come, to die on stage.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 8:03 pm
kill you
I dont want to have to kill you
Theyll find out and I will feel blue
Like to take all the skin off your face
Like to smash all your brains with a vase
Wish I could be a fly in your hand
Lay my eggs that will rise from the dead
Lay my eggs that will rise from the dead
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Oh I dont want to have to hide you
Its so cold and Ill get the flu
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na
I dont want to (x cool
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na
I dont want to have to eat you
I wont fit into my swim suit
Youve got so much flesh on top your bones
You could cause a bloody big cyclone
Grab a lance smash it straight through your ribs
Splash the blood onto my babys bibs
Make a mess dripping crimson and bone
Break your face with a stale ice cream cone
Make a mess dripping crimson and bone
Break your face with a stale ice cream cone
Break your face with a stale ice cream cone
I dont wanna have to (x4)
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Anorea rolled 1 12-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-12)
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 8:47 pm
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Hygienic Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:40 pm
did u forget bloodricuted?
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 5:32 pm
not a real song
and no its in there
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Hygienic Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 6:51 pm
Underwater Friends is so a song! I have it on my comp!
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 2:56 pm
is it on their one album? no. no its not.
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Hygienic Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:01 pm
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Hygienic Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 7:04 pm
NEVER GIVE UP!!! scream One day it shall be a song.
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