[Stinkfist by Tool]
Something has to change.
Undeniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden anyone should bear.
Constant over stimulation numbs me
But I would not want you any other way.
Just not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my.
I can help you change tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be well upon our waaay.
Blend and balance pain and comfort deep within you
till you will not want me any other way.
But it's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip awaaaaaaaay.
Chupa minha pica pichu
Chupa minha pica pinto
Something kinda sad about,
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
How can it mean anything to me,
if I really don't feel a thing at all?
I'll, keep, digging
till I, feel, something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
.:.:.:.
Such creative journal entry titles lately, huh? :rolls eyes:
In before erotic song lyrics.
Anywho, I'm definately getting sick
er. I can stand the hacking/wheezing. Its the upset stomach shit, and kidney pain that's killing me.
Oh and guess what guise? STRESS can cause KIDNEY DAMAGE. Fuck. D: Curse you health class! Why couldn't you have told me that earlier?
Went in the back of the swamp again today. Stayed out for like four hours, just sketching. And I wasn't even sketching the swamp. I created a new specie for The Abstracted Realm. Riad. (t
RIAD)
I'll explain more when I upload the sketches.
"This entire opus is respectfully dedicated to those who have loved unconditionally only to have their hearts unanaesthetically ripped out; base not your joy upon the deeds of others, for what is given can be taken away. No hope = No fear." - Peter Steele (1962 - )
