She makes my skin crawl
written by G.Smith, Nov 1997 - © 1998
Posting pictures on the wall
Little psycho porno doll And I don't need to touch you
To know that you've been all around.
She makes my skin crawl Through it all she gets under
She gets deep within, underneath my skin
Hang your name up on the door
Daddys little whore And I don't need to teaze you
To know that I can piss you off too
She makes my skin crawl
Through it all she get's under She gets deep within, underneath my skin.
Post your picture on the wall Little fucked up porno doll
This is where you're walking out
Come back tomorrow maybe I won't be so cold.
#1 illness
written by G.Smith, July 1997 - © 1998
You're Burning like a light, that's dieing in the rain, and you're fading far from view.
You cannot see that far, you cannot know the way, or see what I'm doing to you.
Cuts into my skin, I can't live my life in this lie im drowning in.
Naming all the wrongs and forgetting all the rights, and placing blames on me
And maybe I just thought we'd never reach that height, or what it could never be.
You come before me now, you're asking for me to make sense of this somehow.
But I, I can't make what's wrong seem right
& I can't raise my hands to the sky, and dream of what could be tomorrow.
If you could take enough of me, and see what I could do to you.
The beating of it all, gets me thru.
So cry out to the moon, or wish upon a star, and see if that get's you far
Then strike it hard and cruel, cos it cannot help you now
Like water in waves, stop crying to me this way
Cause I, I can't make what's wrong seem right
& I can't raise my hands to the sky, and dream of what could be tomorrow.
So don't tell me now, you think what I would say, or do
Or if I've had enough of you...
Feel sicker this time? You will
Sit tight cos I'm coming in for the kill
It cuts you but you won't know when
It's just the begining of the number one illness. Tripping fuzzy ducks
written by G.Smith, Dec. 1997 - © 1998
And she comes, tired in the night Ties a rope around her arm and her teeth grip
it so tight
And her arms, they move so slowly
Eyes cloud into a haze, and her dreams take her away
I don't know why it seems
`Can´t trade a life for dreams
And her life, she's nervous and tired
Spends her days alone, and her night's getting higher
She says love only moves in the day
Tripping always seems to make the worst seem ok
All that she believes
Is Posioning her dreams
And she's numb, cold & blue
Six days have gone and there's no-one left to scream to
And she lies without a sound
Shadows rise above her and a needle drips on the ground
Now that everything
Is stolen by all her dreams
Little match girl
written by G.Smith, Dec. 1997 - © 1998
See the little girl all alone - not facing anyone?
Well she comes out here in the night sometimes, all alone
She's wondering, how everything can fall apart so fast
And how funny it seems, that yesterday was never meant to last.
She walks out on the corner
Steps right up to a man who knows her name
Thought that she was older
And thinks he's gonna take her home to burn.
Spends her days walking in the park with the feeling of the sun & the wind in her hair
Doesn't like the touch of the cold hand, his breath or that frozen stare.
And she'd wash everyday if the soap could take away the pain
But the stains don't ever go away or get clean
Doesn't wanna go there
I'll take a trip to someplace far away
Where no-one seems to know her
And daddy can't take her home to burn.
Every morning running circles 'round my head
He keeps chasing me, it's sickening & sickening... so sick
And there's one more thing that I don't understand
No, please tell me slow... it must be someone else
I need to know!
Oh god I remember
No no daddy, please let me close my eyes
Only wishing it was over
Now no-one's gonna take her...
Take me home to burn
...Threw away all her matches
Love like suicide
written by G.Smith, Feb.-May 1998 - © 1998-
Drowning hurting feeding stinks like suicide.
Dieing breathing FreaKing smells like suicide.
Drowning hurting loving feels like suicide.
Burning screaming all that I am needing killz like suicide.
Hurt them what they want is always fucking
death by suicide
But then I dont know why I'm lieing It's all
I know.
I know that everything is wrong I don't believe its true I don't believe in love I can't believe in you
Blood is feeding off your warning love is like suicide
I only wanted to be giving love all along
I know you're going to say that I'm a fucking waste and you're so fucking stupid that you're fucking wrong
And when everything is dark there must be something in between and you don't even know what the fuck suicide is
I know that everything is wrong I don't believe its true I don't believe in love I can't believe in you.
Drowning feeling of you moving scent above me
screaming focus on me falling listen to me
I know everything is wrong don't believe a thing I used to know what's true
I don't believe in anything and I hate you
and I don't believe in love I don't believe it's true
I don't believe it's true I don't believe in you I don't believe in you I don't believe in you.
I don't believe in you
Sinking
written by G.Smith, Oct. 1997 - © 1998~
When I look out at the world tonight I think that I would rather die
But the answer that is sinking in is one you won't believe in I told you this so many times before
And I feel like breaking down I'd like to turn the world around somehow
But if you can could ask me how can I believe in what I can't decide I think that you could never understand
And I know it's easy to decieve but I won't ask you to believe how things have gotten so far out of control.
And it feels like breaking down `got to turn the world around somehow
Who will catch you when you fall when you're world is spinning round
And I wish I could know how cos my world is sinking down.
When I look at all the things I see it's always lonley being free
I wonder why we always feel alone
And for every star out in the sky is one more reason left to die Sometimes its hard enough just to believe.
And if you feel like breaking down `got to turn the world around somehow
Who will catch you when you fall when you're world is sinking down
And I wish I could know how cos my world is sinking down
The invitation
written by G.Smith, Feb. 1998 - © 1998
(intro) suddenly, i heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
How do I live without hope? Tell me do you wanna know if I could
Cos I don't believe the things I see I can't pretend I am, what I won't be
How do I live without hurt? Tell me, do you wanna know if a god
Could be bought & sold so easily And laugh at everyone & everything
Holding on, I'm smiling at you I'm frowning as you walk away
And like a child I hate you in that subtle way
Nothing lives, everything dies away.
How do I live without love? Tell me , do you wanna know was I wrong?
Cos for everyday that comes to me is one more that I am, that I won't be
How do I live without hope? Tell me do you wanna know what I've done?
I just don't believe the things I've seen
I can't become the way that you see me
Blue Freakz
written by G.Smith, Jul. 1998 - © 1998
I once used to think that different meant that something better was waiting for me there
But you have once again shown me who you put your trust in will hurt you in the end
Blue Freakz looking in my window and i see their tattooed faces and I want to
Believe that there's something different about you but I know you lied to me my freak.
I think maybe you should walk off and find something else to stare at for awhile
Cos I think there's nothing really better and
I've got myself all tied up in it now.
I've given up on everything I think I had all I can take
I only wanted you to stay I'm holding on for just one day
I've given you my everything I think you took all that I made
If I can't have my anything You just let me go away
Tell me what you think about when you cut into my skin & rip my heart out
The feeling is there even though I want it gone
I tried to sew it shut but it keeps on opening up.
I think maybe things would be better If I didnt have to put up with your shit
See the Blue Freaks will get you and hurt you like any other
So we can hurt you too, Yes we can hurt you too
I think maybe things were better
I think maybe things were better
I think maybe things were better
I think maybe things were better
...before I met you
We have the right to be different. We have the right to be insane
We have the right to let you hate us. And we have the right to be able to hurt you...
...just like the normal people
Return to Zero
written by G.Smith, Jul. 1998 - © 1998
We think you're finding something better but hey now it's all the same
and when you find another "other" when you wanna go return to zero
We hear you're finding something different and you know now it's all the same
And when you realized you fucked up and now you know you can't you won't return to zero
I don't want your revolution I don't need the drugs you're on I don't wanna be like you or anything you own
I just want a better solution want to find some other way out
I want to find the one who fucked me here in the first place pull me out
I'm being played for an asshole I'm be played for a fool I'm being twice as fucked up as I used to
I bet you never even knew I bet you could'nt figure out
You're so fucking stupid to think that someone could get used to that
Just when you thought it was safe to say I love you
Just when you thought it was saf to go back
in the water
return to zero
we are the weirdos Ghostfish
written by G.Smith, Jun. 1998 - © 1998
Here in the dark no-one knows what I'm breaking and often times thinking of what I'm needing
If I could do without wanting more of this feeling maybe then I won't think of you and what it's taking
I have a way of fucking up all that I'm given and when I'm brave enough I think of ways to help me make it
If I wanted to I'd crawl into but my memory's fading...Im the ghostfish
and I need something to crawl inside and leave me bleeding
Cos I've had enough of being sick of this inside me
This fucking waste of a life leaves me waiting...I'm the ghostfish
A better place ?
written by G.Smith, April. 1998 - © 1998
I'd like to tell you a story come sit with me here by the sea
I cant promise it wont be a long one but I need you here to listen to me
I cant make sense of all that I'm feeling & I dont expect you to understand but when you're feeling like nothing else matters...
You're asking me all the wrong questions its true that you dont understand
But I cant help the way that I'm thinking and
I know that you're mad but dont cry if you can
Don't think that I'm being an outcast ot just another teenage whore
Cos if I knew of some other way out there I would'nt be with you now up here up high up on
Some people say there is but one way out
I disagree can't you hear me shout
I'm sick of the looks and I'm sick of the stares
I'm sick of the ones that glance into the air
I'm sick of those tight-fisted wanna-be fucks
How can you love when you're sick of yourself?
I'm sick of the looks that I'm getting
Cos I'm the only one with enough balls to be brave
I'm sicker than sick of just feeling this way
thinking that there must be something that's better that's out there
What is out there???
Nothing is out there...
I'd like to sit by the ocean, curl up with a needle or 2
I think that you know what I'm getting at...
©1998 Splinter
