DM was on fire! wrote:
Marilyn Manson Ate My Girlfriend - Relient K
Walk through the streets of PA and you may see her.
Go up to her and say are you a believer.
Disgusting trash on MTV, it makes her smile.
That guy from Satan's embassy put him on trial.
Because... Marilyn Manson(Marilyn Manson)
Ate my girlfriend.(Ate my girlfriend)
Satan consumed her mind,
And he may do it again.
Marilyn Manson(Marilyn Manson)
Ate my girlfriend.(Ate my girlfriend)
She once believed in the truth,
TNow she believes in sin.
She denies God when she has the chance to live for Him.
The thought of it makes me cringe. Her future looks dim.
She'd rather gaze in Satan's eyes than on a steeple.
I'm really starting to despise beautiful people.
Because... Marilyn Manson(Marilyn Manson)
Ate my girlfriend.(He ate my girlfriend)
Satan consumed her mind,
And he may do it again.
Marilyn Manson(Marilyn Manson)
Ate my girlfriend.(He ate my girlfriend)
She once believed in the truth,
Now she believes in sin.
Marilyn Manson ate my girlfriend,
That's it Marilyn Manson,
Marilyn Manson ate my girlfriend.
Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson he's not cool
Marilyn Manson went to Matt Hoopes' school
Marilyn Manson he's not nice
Marilyn Manson shows are overpriced
Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Manson,Yeah.
Marilyn Manson ate my girlfriend.
Best.Song.Title.Ever.
Non-Objective Portrait of Karma ~ Circle Takes The Square
Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention
and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'
but the more I turn my face from the crowd
the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled
for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself,
a knife of relief, from all the petty insight
and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night
Bored as
with this street corner-cover.
study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game
surveilence of this language as the plague.
the dimension of persistence condemns.
This portrait of karma, crafted in accident
text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts
and so we ran, like the wolves were biting,
the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming
"scratch my back and I will stab you in yours"
so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks
but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own.
just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you.
but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code,
wary of this hallway lined with ghosts.
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in
their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them
parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist
that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat
from our trembling hands.
The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress
deductively speaking, the polar of progress
well maybe I put too much faith in the accident
entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape
let the starving ghosts feast, from this flesh, from these bones,
let them all feast.In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone,
watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.
Bonnie Taylor Shakedown 2K4 ~ Hellogoodbye
Visit you at Baskin-Robbins all the time
To let know that I am yours and you are mine
So we can take long walks through Central Park and
Hold each other's hands to fight the dark
So you know that you're never on your own
So you know that you're never on your own
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
And every night at 2 AM
I wonder why can't she lie close to me
Remember all the times you let me walk you to class
You would kiss my cheek I'd never have to ask
You're going away-ay in late September
And here's a thanks for a summer I will always remember
So you know that you're never on your own
So you know that you're never on your own
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
And every night at 2 AM
I wonder why can't she lie close to me
I hope you listen to me
Every night before you go to sleep
And know that someone in HB
Is thinking of you, Bonnie
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
And every night at 2 AM
I wonder why can't she lie close to me
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
Every night at 2 AM
I wonder why can't she lie close to me
[Mmm.. power pop]
Canyon Inn, Room 16 ~ Murder by Death
Your hourglass shape in the light half covered in cloth
The rest untouched
Thinking I don't feel like being a sentimentalist today and whispering wake up, wake up, the rain is slowing
Touching a hand to a head
The static of the radio
Humming someone, humming something pretty off where the antenna just can't reach.