Quotes
Take my no man's body and point it to the sun. Going home. You got me feeling
like a hole dug in the ground. I got to fill the hole. I fill it up with dirt.
You got me feeling like a hole dug in the ground. I open up my window and
I take a look around. I see killers looking back at me. Killers walking in
the sunshine. Dirt hole man. Dig it. Dirt hole man. Pass me by. I got nothing
to give you. Pass me by. I'm digging myself. I dig myself. I dig my hole alone.
Don't nobody in my hole with me. -Henry Rollins
Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty-five years and you pay it back and then -- one day -- you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then -- one day -- you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe. -Denis Leary
here is my real head, here is my real head. I wear this
mask because you cannot handle me. Here is my real head. They try to blink
me not to think me. Don't want to bring me out. I am the rotten teeth, my
fists are lined with My prison skin's an eyesore-mirror-sketch-pad.
I am your son, your dad, your fag, I am your fad. here is my real head, here
is my real head
I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me. Here is my real head
-Marilyn Manson
he clever make the world weep. To pull it from its moorings. To form the old wicked ruse. To weather the coming storm. They are inside now. They are inside. They are inside now. Saturnine. How Id love to waste your time. Saturnine, Saturnine. Good bye all you widows. Tear stained underneath. Blessed to the many. While seeking some relief. -Smashing Pumpkins
Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear. When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now. We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped from the branches of office, do you know where your post entails? Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve? - Stone Sour
A scratchy throat. I wish you would lift this, I drink liquids. Spreading true, I hope. A blank earth covered in nothing, living. Swear this it's something? cause it's here. And we feel towards a place. And many pay by ignoring. And you don't care. Where is the mother figure? While I'm here. And mostly it's hard when this happens. Don't keep inside life, cause that's not fair. And solder won't keep me together if heat is there. the heat is there. I can feel you breathing. And patience is slow going. I'd like to obtain this Now.Cause this is it made me think, cause this is it made me think. Made me see caught this now - Chevelle
Life preordained. Humanity maintained. Extraction termination. Pains agonizing stain. Embrionic death, embedded in your brain. Suffocation, strangulation, death is you insane. Nightmare, the persecution a childs dream of death. Torment, ill forgotten a soul that will never rest. Innocence withdrawn in fear. Fires burning can you hear cries in the night. -Slayer