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Thursday, September 4, 2003


Staring at the laws/ Looking at the cross/ Nuthin but a hole/ To live without a soul.
The current mood of dilapoid at www.imood.com
You got a head like a hole
I shot it full of fire and hell
And now we eat our bones

The pretty hates in our machines
Make me want to slice the cross you bleed
The pretty hate machine that is all over us
Makes me want to die a death that crushes my ribs

And I still look at all the people
going insane
I can show you why it's going to never change
But I can't tell you why I am slaved

Happiness in slavery bring the whip to my name
Make the pretty hate machine a pony that is tame
Happiness in slavery bring the whip to my name
Make the pretty hate machine
A wound that is skeletal like steel chains

You got a head like a hole
Like a bullet died alone and hit you
And your halo is gold
So tell me why are you so alone
Why do you pray and believe you are lost
Tell me why you bleed for this cross

I can't tell you
why people are insane
I can't show you
how you can do the same
I can't tell you a thing
I am chained

My ribs are cracked
my hair is all over me down to my knees
The brutish ways breathe into me
I breathe them in my lungs and choke

My head is like a hole
Just like you it's so empty and alone
And I can't tell you why
the people are so insane
I can't tell you to do the same

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