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Ello.. welcome to my sucky ass web page.. its your own fault...so yeah.. ::cough::
I didn't really have a reason to have a webpage... just well.. yeah....

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-"I'm sick of painting in black and white, my pen is dry now I'm uptight.
So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition" - "Redefine"

"Talk Shows On Mute"

Take a bow
Pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing lights
Pay an audience to care
'Impress me' personality

Still and transfixed
The electric sheep are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort of America

Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights! camera! transaction!

Quick, Your time is almost up
Make 'em forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame
Burn into obscurity

Still and transfixed
The electric sheep but dreaming up your fate
We judge you from the card castle
Comfort of America

Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights! camera! transaction!

Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say it
But you're so much more
You're so much more endearing
with the sound turned off

-*Vendetta Red*-

"Suicide Party"
I'm turning a deaf ear to your bloody ministries
Save it for the afterlife honey
Cause everybody knows
the more we nurture our perversions, the more human we become
Sing children sing it to the sun
Struck down, I hate what you've become
Your comet catcher conned you baby
Straight you'll plummet to the earth
They finally caught the killer they found his skin
beneath her nails
Squeeze him hard enough and he'll confess
We swore a solemn oath to never disobey,
Then he took our wives and kids away

:.:Christiansen:.:

"The Era of Murder by Simulation"

Donner libre cours a son imagination
(to give free reign to one's imagination)

Everything is different,
but somehow the same juxtaposition,
its scribbles the brain.
Can't we think on our own,
adjust to new miseries,
rise to new levels,
achieve new degrees?
Besiege all those backtracks,
no new laminates,
focus on writing nouveau continuities.
Back to the basics,
direct the demands,
tear off the edges,
and form a real plan.

Sell all the standards,
instruct a true dance,
feels like the 80's,
lets give it a chance.

Donner libre cours a son imagination

Dress suit is on, flowing out.
He wants to play for the kids.
Apply the paint on the face.
Nothing's news for the popular antics.

I scream until I pass out.
I want to shake out my Id.
Wipe the paint from the face.
I love the way that she fucking dances.

The music flows like power, language and theory
The rhythm flows like power, language and theory
The speakers blown by, language and theory
The music flows like power, language and theory
The music flows like power, language and theory

:.::Other fucking awesome bands!::.:

TIMMY owns your ass, and you know it!!

~Yesh.. .. spank you for stopping by! Much appreciated!
::gives you a cupcake and a gold star sticker::

-Make sure to sign the guestbook!

Y and � always..
-Amanda

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