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  1. What I Want

    I want to touch her face,
    I want to feel her all about,
    long to hear those noises I know I can make her make.
    Close to close and tongue in cheek
    that we can hear our own hearts beat.
    Hers is so hard and cold almost as if it were made of stone.
    Soft and smooth to every tactile,
    caressed her body but felt no signs
    that there’s a sadist inside.
    Underneath the mischief and makeup
    lies a worthless psychotic that’s torn.
    Cover up with mascara,
    poster the things she wants to be.
    Loveless in every whisper,
    but all this is sadly nothing to me.

    I want a body, never clued on the mind.
    Pushing deeper in to what I can't find.
    Loneliness only settled with a lay.
    Maybe I'll want again, some day.

    The closer I get the further I fall.
    The closer I get the further I fall.

    Rejoice on your knees, try scream a whisper.
    You are all I need, just for one night.
    Your state means nothing, why should I care?
    Why should I; it's just for tonight.

    Underneath the mischief and makeup
    lies a worthless psychotic that’s torn.
    Cover up with mascara,
    poster the things she wants to be.
    Loveless in every whisper,
    but all this is sadly nothing to me.
    With a loveless response.
  2. Simple Minds

    Substance suffers in the simplest of minds; depth and color are blurred forever, now lost for all of time. Leaving those to paint the past of what those biased have whipped white and night. Show themselves as the victor and play large the most trivial of fights. Pages long torn have decayed under the floorboards, dust and ink of philosophies never to be known. History never dictates it is all the ire of the pious and robed. Absolved by the invisible man forever, circumcise their wives and torture their children, they will always feel justified. Blood lost of the innocent, kill all who are in the noble tribes, all for the lack of knowledge. Sweep aside the meaningless dead and ruins under the carpet with existing ash. Sew shut and bond the suffered scars of the past. Rotting with no stench just by the accursed flower scent. Look at the ornate cloak, a second skin grown by ignorance. Look up, look on as the sheep scale the cliff finally evolved to climb but they’ll always see their hands as hooves. Live and die for what they see as right, all is absolute and perfect in the simplest of minds.
  3. Brendan


    Jun 18, 2000
    Austin, TX
    Last song written:


    Gravity has cannibalized itself
    Bore into the ground to stop the feeding
    Eaten alive, striking out
    Twice the fangs and half the venom
    Caged like an attraction of malnutrition
    Starvation feeds from the bitter root
    Nursery rhymes dancing and crying
    Rape is all that you are born for
    Violate what you’ve helped strangle
    Abuse your body and show the scars
    Hold those wrists up to the light
    Is there and blood left to drain?
    Sucked dry so early for so long
    Even marrow tastes of bitter poison
    Twists and turns follow guardian knots
    Born thrice again at the drop of a hat
    Take inspiration and kill it slowly
    Watch conviction flay its own skin
    Wildly catch the falling fire in the sky
    Self-defeating crimeset laid you to waste
    Take that vaunted heart and soul to the grave
    Without ever seeing your own headstone
    Let the bile rinse your veins
    Bringing realization one step closer
    As the walls are eroded by recognition
    Asking for honesty is asking too much
    When even heroes are dead at the gates
    But we’re in too deep this time
    Not even being saved is saved enough
    Tear your lungs out to breath but once
    Let breath come as a corrosive shower
    Cleanse yourself for the rebirth of innocence
    So the wound is clean for infection anew
    Terminate all the little things to discover
    The problem with emotion
    Is that you’re always on your knees
    Heart in your throat and gun in your groin
    Swallow your own seeds and choke on
    All the warmth you’ve been weeping
    Drown in your own tears and the saline kiss
  4. Brendan


    Jun 18, 2000
    Austin, TX
    Prior to that:


    Carry that load you’ve got to bear
    Quit posing on those crosses before you’re nailed to them
    Calculating hysteria to 21 grams isn’t enough to condemn anyone
    Doesn’t seem enough to stem the arson
    Molotov dreams of enlightenment scorch draught acres
    Quixotic aspirations lead to detriment’s harvest
    Obey the slaughter of sanction purification
    Dreams have been killed in your name
    Tell the rest of the world what you think of it
    Refusal is at best encouragement
    Does it send chills up your spine?
    Or has it been severed in favor of anesthesia’s embrace?
    Ghosts only shadow those who need it
    Can you still sleep through your own haunting?
    Intricate delusions compound fractured reality
    Splinter sessions cap reasonless divinity catapults
    Magnum ravages opiate burnished acoustic flesh
    Culmination of dissent slack jaw strychnine revenge
    Resonance is lost on the stone face of transmutation
    Cable the dire ocean with lines of distrust and sin
    The inhuman condition dictates sickness again
    Season the sky with stars and hopelessness
    One less time now before cataract concussions
    Tonic of lies and half an ounce of degradation
    Another shot of conviction to the sternum
    Consume your victim hood and it’s guilty burden
    Silo of migraine internalization prepare for assassination
    End neurosis’ invocation with a breath of suffocation
    Bleakness is not a condition borne of realization
    Wrangle bones of discontinuity’s favorite slag
    Synthesis intake bygone skeleton ruination
    Singularity inclinations brand diluted razors
    Contempt for what bludgeons have been laid bare
    Contortions of provocation lead onward and downward
    How does extermination sound to you?
    Circus of circles and permutations
  5. Brendan


    Jun 18, 2000
    Austin, TX
    Jeez, I write such cheerful little ditties...

    That border on stream of conscious, as you might be able to tell..
  6. Passinwind

    Passinwind I Know Nothing Supporting Member

    Little kitty, in the bush
    Kitty, let me see your tush
    Aha, I see your little balls
    There's a really good vet at the mall

    It's the right thing to do
    The right thing to do
    The right thing to do
    The right thing to do

    Kitty's got some pesky testes
    Testosterone is holding sway
    Better get those rocks off pussy
    This is your last gendered day

    It's the right thing to do
    The right thing to do
    The right thing to do
    The right thing to do

    Little kitty, you're so nice
    I love the way you catch those mice
    Kitty, you will still be cool
    After you have lost those jewels

    It's the right thing to do
    The right thing to do
    The right thing to do
    The right thing to do

    Get in the car
    We'll take a hop
    To get those little
    Gonads chopped

    Meow, meow, meow
    Meow meow meow meow
    Meow meow meow meow
    Meow meow meow meow (etc., for way too long)

    Get in the car
    We'll take a hop
    To get those little
    Gonads chopped

    Little kitty, in the bush
    Kitty, let me see your tush
    Aha, I see you have no balls
    Now you're a eunuch, after all

    It's the right thing to do
    The right thing to do
    The right thing to do
    The right thing to do

    Kitty had some pesky testes
    Testosterone was holding sway
    He should have had his pleasure quickly
    Before he lost that little prickly

    It was the right thing to do
    The right thing to do
    The right thing to do
    The right thing to do...meowwwwwww!

    Listen here:

    Or download here:

    Or not...
  7. props to Finger Blister, the diarreha guy, crude but sum of it was hilarious.:D
  8. Here are my recent ventures into lyrics:

    Outside In

    One step foward and two steps back with an aching in your brain.
    You watch the sunset tide of life go by and the places that remain.
    You always wanted to be outside in, but you never had the time.
    So now your sitting on your ass and the world listens to you cry.

    I feel fine, but maybe it's the drugs talking.

    Another time, so long ago.
    Just like a bomb, all set to blow.
    But now you find as time goes by,
    there's not much left of you inside.

    I feel fine, but maybe it's the drugs talking.


    The clans of the alphane moon stand poised against
    The forces of their former jailers.
    Beamed in from satalites, the infinite knowledge.
    Empty spaces speak volumes.

    But the Mans know that freedom means power.
    They'll take it away.
    We have knowledge of violence that will astound you.
    We'll push them back hard.

    The ones who are waiting for someone to save them.
    The ones who are content to live in a pig pen.
    The ones who will destroy all that's before them.
    The ones who will live on this moon.

    But the Mans say the invader will be defeated.
    The decision is made.
    The rivers will run red with their blood.
    The invasion will end.

    (a little tip o the hat to Philip K Dick)

  9. Im really tired to write the full lyrics...
    but some chorus are:

    I might be ugly:

    "I might be ugly
    But im feeling fine
    I might be st*pid
    Baby, That`s my style
    Hey Man! You are Ugly
    I might be ugly but im feelin
    all right now!"


    Lucy was still young
    no problems on her mind
    until she found one day
    a demon by her side

    Why you are so hi?
    you know that you can fly...
    Please don`t leave myself
    the dark `ll pass you by

    And Im alone this night
    Cause Lucy is not around
    I can`t stand that she has gone now
    Her picture on the wall
    Her bed is empty now
    And I still her sweet voice...

    Human Nature:

    How many times did you see it
    On your father`s eyes
    How many times do you hear it
    coming from you mind

    Sometimes we don`t focus rigth our atention
    Sometimes we don`t comprehend our own behaviors
    Sometimes light don`t seems to be a good direction
    The act of inhumanity is a human nature

    hope you like it...

    Peace, Love & poetry

  10. Matt Till

    Matt Till

    Jun 1, 2002
    Edinboro, PA
    *crowns Brendan metal lyrical king*

    I love metal lyrics when done well and you sir, do it well.

    Keep on working on it and you could write lyrics like Manowar (see sig) ha ha... eeek.
  11. tonedeaf

    tonedeaf Supporting Member

    Amphibian Man

    Amphibian man says
    "I don't know who I am"

    Amphibian man says
    "The water's too wet;
    it's too dry on land"

    "Once I had the power
    but I gave it all away."

    Now this world is overtaking
    Now his weary heart is breaking
    with every breath that he is taking:
    a tragedy of his own making.



    Water falling here for days
    Don't know when it hasn't been
    This time I hear it gently knocking
    Go away

    Stop this flood
    I can't stand it
    Go away
    This is my place

    If every raindrop was a tear
    Not enough to shed for all the pain
    Born from just this single heart
    Killing me

    Open wide
    Flood this filth away
    Drowning me
    Until I am alive


    Naked again
    I stumble out into the world
    dying while pretending to be living
    It seems so easy just to sit
    and let it all pass by
    and slip into the comfort of oblivion

    Crippled again I lie and
    wait for my reward
    hobbled by the wounds
    of my own making
    With my flesh and blood
    I built an altar to my pride
    with yours I made a mockery of truth

    Building altars to my pride
    amuses for a while
    and then when all the dust
    has blown away
    the structure left behind
    soon crumbles
    in the morning sun
    But I, undaunted, start to build again.
  12. Brendan


    Jun 18, 2000
    Austin, TX
    I get that a lot. Thanks. :)
  13. Mike Money

    Mike Money Banned

    Mar 18, 2003
    Bakersfield California
    Avatar Speakers Endorsing Hooligan
    Here are my emo-metal lyrics:


    im so cold and alone.. hug me...


    don't hurt me...


    but be gentle....
  14. Blackbird

    Blackbird Moderator Staff Member Supporting Member

    Mar 18, 2000
    I wrote this to be sung by a female singer in a band I used to play in. A little clunky in places, but I like it.

    (Not another)Love Song

    I can see your smile
    From over a million miles
    To meet you, I'd cross a desert on my knees.
    Some people say I'm crazy
    That you made my mind hazy
    But they don't see the forest for the trees.

    I just love the way you make me feel
    Without you my life seems unreal
    You mean more than the world to me
    How long have I not felt this way
    Must be sedated ev'ry day
    So I don't go beserk with glee.

    And the neighbors frown
    As they look us down
    They talk behind out backs
    Let them voice their sores
    Behind their closed doors
    We'll just sit back and laugh

    Let's forget the "whys"
    And then close our eyes
    Let's sit under the sun
    Forget what we know
    And clear our minds so
    that the answers will come...

    That's the poem you once wrote to me
    But it was never meant to be
    Everyone knows that life's not fair
    All the stars were in the right place
    The right time and the right ways
    But the spark just wasn't there.

    The rain tumbled down
    So hard and so loud
    it could have drowned the world
    Our frail romance
    Didn't stand a chance
    Just like our dreams of old.


    And this is the story I had to tell
    Some of you already know it well
    A different actor, same old scene
    And those who don't, here's my advice:
    Be prepared to pay the price
    If you live too long with a single dream...
  15. Passinwind...he he he those songs are so goofy. you need to see Dr. Demento right away..:)
  16. Matt Till

    Matt Till

    Jun 1, 2002
    Edinboro, PA

    Does your new band have recordings yet?
  17. Passinwind

    Passinwind I Know Nothing Supporting Member

    Passinwind...he he he those songs are so goofy. you need to see Dr. Demento right away..

    Geeze, nobody's ever said anything like that before!

  18. Matt Till

    Matt Till

    Jun 1, 2002
    Edinboro, PA

    I just wrote this, I'm posting it before I have time to think about if it's bad or not:

    He Turns My Own Against Me
    by: Cat Thrill

    The Sun kisses the ocean, but not my bloodshot eyes
    My darkened vision towards these blue fore spacious skies
    My hard days toil, spit upon by kings
    Holding me in prison, with shiny diamond rings

    (Chorus, I guess)
    I’ll lick the devil’s eyeball before tucking him into bed
    Just so he can take his nightmares out on me instead
    He turns my own against me

    I slowly poison the water and ring the dinner bell
    You’ll bury me before my time, saving me from hell
    You like to empty pockets and rule the bloody sun
    No matter how many of you I kill, you make another one


    You piss on my gravestone to mark your territory
    Oh, you’re so romantic.

    I sat down thinking, I should write a funny song, instead I wrote a song about my friends abusive dad from the eyes of his mother. :meh: I tacked on the end part because it was relevant yet sickly funny. Is that enough lyrics for a song, this is kinda my first one.
  19. Wrong Robot

    Wrong Robot Guest

    Apr 8, 2002
    Here's a rough draft of some rhymes, most of these were written off the dome, so there might be some silly rhymes here and there, I haven't really gone through it with a comb yet.

    You live dreams, it seems, that you mean what you mean, but you're careening, off the edge off your head, thinking only things that you've read, I challenge you to bite the hand that fed -you, what you do, is the future up to you foo. but you're cool. Taking advise from the sages that came before, the old ones of mystic lore, for all times I picked up your sentences for no ammendments is not the sentence for your tension is, the world going to fall apart, is the planet getting cut in two? what did you do? for the simple things in the world we bred you were lead to believe what you breathe is life only something you can't conceive, leave.

    but that's not to take away from your idea, the perpetual mic YE-AH, I move using lines, like chess, put you in a mess, then stress, that you won't be set free yet, if I digress, it's best if I confess to test the statements, against the pavement that has ordainment, sent against the sayings, the playings or paintings, that's the world that you lay in.

    It's hard to live your dreams, if you thinking things like kings, the things you can achieve if you believe in truth, that which is un tarnished, un tainted and sought out since youth, the world, un furled before your eyes, lies, chasing flies with a bucket full of holes, leaked out the sole of your soul, we were sold to this mold that we live in, only can't be driven by the ones above the kingdom that which we were given.

    Take a dictation for my fuedal nation, I bring lords together for all occasions, staging the most elaborate plays and festivals, the only things that you want I can bring with less than all. enthusiatic, you got caught up quick, in a rap stick, tricked to do an all out back-flip, you're trapped kid, thinking you can play with the champions, the mic titans, be fighting all of the things that can't be done. or undone, the word on the street is RUN! when you hear the cannon, BOOM! it's the sound of a revolution.

    One- rebel stood up for his land, against all odds, against the kings and grand plan, of the mortal leaders he teetered, but did not tremble as I do remember, well, he went all out, holed up in his structure, fortified his perimiter to strengthen the juncture, between him and them, the beginning and the end, find a thin line to the way we find, time to sign. But reeewind.

    Go back, to before all this started, you thought you could hold a mic up to the big kill squadron, but then, what happened next you couldn't flex, your vocal stressed out and at best you were bested, vested up your property and reputation, assimilated by the greater nation, wasting time on a weak ass suckah like you, thinking you can be down with our crew.
  20. Matt Till

    Matt Till

    Jun 1, 2002
    Edinboro, PA
    That's something I respect about rap, writing/remebering all those lyrics! That's rough. Good job MC Robotron.