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I hear that noise everyday,
but I come here to play,
so listen to what i say.
When I come back at you what will you do?
caught you alone without your crew,
now it's one on one not one on two,
I found you man what will you do?
why are you shivering?
your quivering,
cuz I'm still delivering?
this beating that you're eating?
I said I am done retreating,
I waited for a long time,
but now I am succeeding.
I'm screaming,
this is how I feel when I am dreaming,
I can see that red light gleaming,
my soul is dying in me.
but that's okay with me,
because I get to see,
from a different view point,
just what you did to me.
you're bleeding just a bit,
but that wont make me quit,
but I'll tell you a secret,
I just don't give a s**t.
so you can go tell your homies,
you get your guns and show me,
I am no longer starving.,
I am no longer hungry.
* Once, there was a man. He lived in a mental hospital on the edge of North Carolina. Nobody had ever visited him. As far as anyone knew, the man didn't have any family or friends. He was at the hospital because he had killed his dog. He would sit on his bed and gaze off into space, mumbeling things about a ghost haunting him. When people tried to talk to him about it, he got very angry and he would scream things about a ghost who killed his dog. Everyone would tell him that he killed the dog, and that there was nobody haunting him.
One day, a little boy came to visit him. He told the people at the desk that he was the man's son. He was led up two flights of stairs, and down a long, brightly lit hallway. The third door from the end had a little metal sign screwed into the wall beside it. The sign said, "Mr. Jacobson, Age 47". The boy opened the door and slowly walked inside. Mr. Jacobson was asleep on his bed. Quietly, the boy walked over to the little side table next to Mr. Jacobson's bed. The boy set a box decorated with light blue tissue paper on the table. Then, he silently walked out of the room.
When the man awoke, he noticed the package. He quickly reached for it and tore the paper off. The box had a picture of a little dog on the side. He opened the box and pulled out a stuffed dog. The man started to cry. The stuffed dog looked just like the dog he was accused of killing. It was a beagle with brown and white fur. He loved that dog. It was his only friend.
The next night, the boy returned. He had a basket of treats he wanted the staff to give to Mr. Jacobson. The boy said he was running late and to tell Mr. Jacobson that the gift was from his son, Peter.
When Mr. Jacobson got the basket and was told that it was from his son, Peter, his face went pale. He collapsed onto the floor.
When he woke up, the people from the hospital asked him what was wrong. The man spoke in a quiet, terrified voice, "Peter....is dead! He was playing in the driveway when he was ten, and...and...I hit him with my truck!" The workers at the hospital were shocked. They didn't believe what he said. Peter couldn't possibly be dead! He had visited the hospital twice! The man continued his story, "Peter is the one who killed my dog! He's the one who has been haunting me! He want's revenge." the man said.
The next day, there was a fire. They say it started in Mr. Jacobson's room. They don't know the cause though. The fire was put out before it destroyed the hospital. There was only one death, Mr. Jacobson. They searched his room, but they couldn't find his body anywhere. The only thing they found, was the stuffed dog, lying on the floor, compleatly unharmed.
Underneath your deceiving veil
Through your sarcasm
Pushing aside that seemingly arrogance.
I want to go up and over the mountain.
You seem so apathetic, emotionless as a rock
But every now and then,
When you think no one's watching,
I see sorrowful face, sentimental, contrite
A glimpse of true emotion
A fragment of a real expression
A glance of hope.
How I cherish these seldom sights.
And by these I know you must feel
The most. To cover up your feelings
Is to have more feeling and sensitivity than exposing them.
Maybe you're insecure, afraid
Upon a discovery of your true feelings.
So I wonder this,
I try to solve the puzzle,
Decode your complicated actions
Hack into your complex mind workings,
But at the very most, gain your trust.
I want to know your sensitive side,
I want to know there's something there.
I want to feel connected to you
By knowing your interior
Thus understanding your exterior.
How can you gain anyone's trust
If you only display sarcasm.
Sarcasm is empty, meaningless
A sublime concealment.
Under the rippling thrashing waves,
There is calmness and delicacy. ...
Morbid. Murder.
Forward. Further.
Morbid. Murder.
Killing the killer.
Building it bigger.
You can hear a song in your grave.
Louder. Louder.
Tribute for a knave.
Asking a question,
You don't know.
What is the pact with the man in black?
What is the point of the knife in your back?
What is the name of the love you lack?
You don't know, You don't know, you don't know.
And the demons sing
********
World's a piece of s**t
********
I ain't the cause of it
********
********
There's no rest in the dark.
Colder. Colder.
They leave their deadly mark.
Pulling you under,
Welcome home.
What is the pact with the man in black?
What is the point of the knife in your back?
What is the name of the love you lack?
You don't know, You don't know, you don't know.
And the demons sing
********
World's a piece of s**t
********
I ain't the cause of it
********
********
What is the pact with the man in black?
What is the point of the knife in your back?
What is the name of the love you lack?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know.
And the demons sing
********
World's a piece of s**t
********
I ain't the cause of it
********
********
You can hear a song in your grave.
Louder. Louder.
Taking the love you gave.
Drawing you closer,
chill to the bone.
Forward. Further.
Morbid. Murder.
End.
I’m learning how to do.
I’m learning how to juggle,
ride a unicycle, too.
I now know how to twist balloons
in many different shapes
and how to make a costume
out of multicolored drapes.
I’ve learned to run in floppy shoes
and how to dye my hair.
I’ve even learned the graceful art
of dancing with a bear.
For when we moved, my parents looked
at many different towns,
but chose a place with just one school:
a school for circus clowns.