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  • Moar songs

    by sniffypoo on August 31, 2009
    Dancing with wolves (could likely end up with you being supper for a carnivorus beast.) - I did lie The bile in my mouth is somewhat related to you A reaction to everything I have been through Don't be full of yourself Why wear a mask on halloween when everyone is already being two faced? Fiction sometimes feels to be more real then fact Why trust word of mouth when the bodies are telling use otherwise Don't bury bodies in my head if they are still alive. Digging Digging Digging I struggle as the pressure in my forehead is bursting me open Please let the lump in my throat sink Please let the air in my chest escape Please just put me at ease Victims of ourselves Implanting false evidence based of off the incarcerated Only the honest would belive a liar So scream yourself to sleep. A feint heartbeat pulses All the medication in the world couldn't speed it up. Just simplistic words and a sincere smile will help this man make it out alive. Hopefully he can make it out in time. Vomit stains his tomb Welcome to hell aka arizona - Outside of town in this broken ass car The heat can't be beat and its cooking our feet Well over 100 just like yesterday Lets sit and complain and act in a strange way. Shouting at the old people and screaming at kids We aren't mature, but then again who is. Moshing in elevators and telling teachers fibs We may not be normal but then again who is. Some people say that the way we behave It just isn't healthy we will have an early grave. Lets just have our fun, scream as loud as we can and we will dance and sing and complain about the man But we are stuck out here in this broken ass car The heat can't be beat so we are cooking our feet Its a 103 while we roast in this car So lets sit and complain and act in our strange way.
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  • Shut the front door

    by sniffypoo on August 27, 2009
    Would you just shut the front door? - A breezey draft is rolling in Once again I get the short end of the stick Well aint that a kick in the pants I am just kind of sick of this bull spit into a cup instead of onto the ground and we all just walk too far from the crowd We want to be special but none of us are born any diffrent So whats the point lets just all try and quit Well we can invent a new way of living. Most people are just to stuck in the way of the past Comfort zone is restricting and now my feet are killing me Its such a pain oh theres glass in them stop breaking things while you walk I try to talk some sense into you then you complain about how you hate me. and I thank you for being my friend for all these years. Hows the same old thing? Oh its the same as always Some try to change but almost always we end up the same Well lets quit complainging and itching this scratch put some cold cream on that and then theres too much talkng just shut the front door that cold breeze is rolling in and hows the same old thing? Oh its the same as always and its not gonna ever change as long as we stay in this same mess of a town.
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  • Lyrics

    by sniffypoo on August 27, 2009
    (A giant song broken into many parts based on the stories and tragedy of 3 boys and they're home, inspired by multiple movies and written in a style simmilar to the phantom on the horizion ep by the fall of troy) ~ In progress - Opening inturlude [aka.pt.0]. (HauntingPiano) "A fading photograph hangs on the wall of this rotten house The picture is worth A thousand words or more Memories come flooding in" (Part 1 - The now) Abandon this building! Its about to get torn down and we don't want to take you down with it. Murders, arson, rape the fear ends today. The demolition crew is ready, so aim and fire Time to demolish this stain on our society. [Breakdown] Disrespect this establishment Tearing the fondation down Plank by plank Extravagence at its finest Now is just a ruined pile Close your eyes to this mess A feint scent of burnt wood plauges the air The walls seem as if they could scream Perhaps it is all just a dream? Something awful has happened to this place (5x) (Fade out on a drawn out scream of the word place) (Part.2 - Dashunderscoredash) Thrown to the ground An ant thats under the magnified glass His fear is intesnefied for all those to laugh and grin at Upclose and personal, shedding light Crawling away, Find your escape A fast way out of this sticky situation may call for a bath A daily process for such a unique man Time to stand up and ask for change A descision all will regret The man exclaims he will have his revenge The magnifiers pay no mind and heed no warning Children have such cruel souls (Part. 3 - The machine) Not mad Angry he knows damn well what he is doing Tinkering away The blueprints have turned red Setting in motion a 5 year venture Perhaps an overreaction No sleep, just a logout Wipe our minds clear of injustice The logic behind this blatant crime Understandable, unfathomable Hit escape, alt f4, no response control alt delete End this task (Part.4 - A parralel view at the start) A ring goes through the heads of many A courageous call to end vanity Only a few shall answer (Chorus)[Fitting into the puzzle doesn't always work Forcing pieces a simple solution Sometimes you just have to cut corners otherwise this will take years] Hearts of steel drawn to a palace A sactum for the mistreated Sanctuary to the dull Changing grounds for a stuck society (Chorus) Uprise Uprise Uprise Now the squids will top the sharks {There is a call to open up and free anybody who has ever been picked on because they were just not good enough or weren't outgoing or just because. An underlying rebelion to a society that has prayed upon them. One man leads and many men follow} (Part5. - Gathering) Snap One click Smiling for the camera Those portrayed in the portrait caused a downfall Who would have dreamed that this moment they were clean. The buzz was loudest here A man gathered the finest minds in the country All disheviled and scarred Nobody a Sherlock had an idea of what was going on The man told them he could make the buzzing stop We are all special in our own way So hold yourselves in the regards of others We shall fix the ring together A pack to lick eachothers wounds (part6. System Check) A psycopathic smirk in the dark alley These are the children of a god who has gone mad Smiting those in his way, a path of bodies were they shall always remain The police force tries and falls Nothing aveils These are the brainwashed drones under control slaughter what they belive is wrong Trivial nusance a price we can't bail out Anger our idols Calibrate our tools A relgion nobody will opose The enemies are fools The weak are strong Slaughter anybody who disagrees with our moral code. Shotgun Face Pwn - Plauge the halls. A silent ghost with one shot to distract and one to kill Camo is gone and your radar is red A game of cat and mouse Alert the team. Drop your nades A glisten rolls through the elbow Heres your chance. Back off BANGG Shottgunning whore Ska band music: Ska is Dead - HEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEYHEY Pick up your steps your slowly dragging this out Circle the wheel and lets turn shit upsidedown An ocean home is far from here we are kind of stuck in a rutt Not like theres nothing to do cept fuck around untill we got caught. [Chourus] Now up da day untill your clear above the clouds We will sing our songs all day untill we have the crowds So listen to our happy groans a joyus day People say that its just noise. Ska is dead they say. Everyday we go to school and cuss eachother out We really love eachother and this is what its all about. A hole downtown its our favorite music spot. Sitting in front of 711 just waiting to get shot. A hippy bookstore around the way. We read untill we have to leave cause thats just the glompo way. [Chourus] Now up da day untill your clear above the clouds We will sing our songs all day untill we have the crowds So listen to our happy groans a joyus day People say that its just noise. Ska is dead they say. The sun goes down and we walk home just had another day. Its still hot outside and the moon is full well I guess that is ok. Satanic rituals in our backyard and a bottle full of piss We crash in Mikeys room all of us just one bed Just a group of half naked guys who's skin has turned red. Simply put I'll miss these days when they are gone But fuck it all lets just live them while we are young [Chorus] Now up da day untill your clear above the clouds We will sing our songs all day untill we have the crowds So listen to our happy groans a joyus day People say that its just noise. Ska is dead they say. Did you know that ska is deaad!?
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