| Godsmack – Love-Hate-Sex-Pain Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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You're so right. Well said. Splelcheck? |
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| Godsmack – Love-Hate-Sex-Pain Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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This song is herpes. The lyrics are forced... hard. "Walk the silent emptiness?" Whoa, is that a second-person command? Chill out hard ass, I'm not ready to walk on something that DOESN'T FUCKING MAKE SENSE. "In this life, I'm me." ... Holy shit. I was under the impression that you were someone else entirely. Somehow, I think quadriplegic orangutans could muster up a more meaningful slab of shit. "Love-Hate-Sex-Pain" does not have the ability to "underestimate life," as if that made any sense anyways. How can you underestimate life? But hey, "Love-Hate-Sex-Pain complicates me... sometimes...?" That's a pretty retarded piece of evidence that this band should play in traffic for the next few years. What exactly IS he wondering as he "tears away his skin?" (Bad ass). Because it never specifies. Even his own mother hates his music enough to try to murder him. *When I say "him," I'm referring to Saving Abel, Buckcherry, Three Days Grace, Theory Of A Deadman, Nickelback, Justin Beiber, The NEW Avenged Sevenfold, and, of course, whatever invalid wrote this pile of shit. HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED: The guitarist wrote an engaging riff, and he's like "Yeah." And then some lunatic with a pen, notebook, and bad intentions came in and goes, "bum CLICHE WORD HERE bububum CLICHE WORD HERE bububum CLICHE WORD HERE bububum CLICHE WORD HERE! Damn this is going to be popular (mediocre at best)! Now all I have to do is write about my lonely journey through life with as many bad filler lines as I can manage. Time to walk the silent emptiness and tear off all my skin in an effort to understand things, as a man." And ladies and gentlmen, that's the story of how Godsmack brutally raped and murdered radio. |
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