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01-25-2013, 03:48 PM
01-29-2003
Xanadu
sweet-intoxication, endless altercations, nuthin can beat-this-occupation!
vision spins, cold concrete mends the wounds, i been...
bashin skins, now night winds blow away my sins
im comin to, hand restin on my brew, embrasing the night sky's view
but the wounds of crude~violence seem to be playin rude tricks on this youth
hard 2 explain, but im seein the truth, im starin up at a face thats the form of my life
wide eyed at this disguise that seems to carry my eyes, and wears the scent of my wife
musta drunk 2 much tonight...and older me smiles at self and bends down to help
feaverishly, i peer into the sulken eyes of fleeting health
"Mr.Stranger, but call me your angle, ive been sent here to save-you"
Its the same-dude~i saw in the mirror...damn, didnt know the drinks made me so scewed...
he motions to follow me, down an ally, facin a breeze of angelic quality
he says "forget that bottled-greed, all you gotta do is swollow-me"
down twisted streets, im wishin we meet a place for a seat
cuz if you didnt know 'walkin with angles' an 'incredible feat'...
finally we stop and speak...its the thing ive been 'dyin ta see'
a totalled jeep, wit bloody meat, like a vision outa holloween
"you caused this scene...a drunken fiend" the stranger taped into my soul
and without furthure adue, cuz i understood, i returned to my slumbering lull....
:( hope its enuf:(
9thCell
You wanna hear somethin deranged?Somethin to make you afraid of gettin shit faced?
Let me knock back the last of this flask so I can relax and explain.
Face down in the drain, I'm in the same place as every other day:
Pissed out of my mind, can't even recognize the sound of my name.
Heaving, my stomach's bleedin these toxic alcoholic drops in my concrete coffin
And the pain in my ribcage shows that there's no signs at all of it stoppin.
I'm droppin into the numb and comfortable part of the rum bottle;
I must have traded my drunk glasses in for Kamikaze goggles
Cause this is suicide;So I roll on my side, trying not to die,
When some inconsiderate shit slides right between me and the only streetlight.
There's a halo of halogen light framin the hazy face with mist,
And I'm pretty sure its the Ferryman and I'm wakin up by the river Styx.
But wait a second...No....He should be decomposed....
I can't believe what I'm seein, my decievin eyes show Edgar Allen Poe?
"Get to your feet, believe it from me,This streets not a decent place suited to sleep."
Since 1849 he's been six feet deep, so how can I speak with him here on the street?
Oh I hope this isn't some sixth sense shit, that'd be pretty weak,
So I shoulder him over, hold the lamp post and my pole and take a leak.
"What's happenin cap'n... aren't you supposed to be loungin with maggots?
Or is this some Wonderful Life type of shit where we ask 'if i never happened' ?"
"Not exactly. It so happens I was tapping into chambers yet explored
Inside the human mind and I think I might have found your mental door.
I've grown bored with the creative source in the assortment of dead authors,
So I decided it was time I find one who was alive and make an offer:
Exchange lives, I'll take yours for mine, we'll twist history's spine
You can take all of my fame and let me escape this misery of mine."
So I considered it, for a minute, shit, would it end up for my benefit?
Or would I be down in the gutter once again and that would finish it?
I don't really know though, I got pissed and drowned the bitch in the gutter,
The only thing that I discovered is Poe's one annoying motherfucker.
Xanadu
sweet-intoxication, endless altercations, nuthin can beat-this-occupation!
vision spins, cold concrete mends the wounds, i been...
bashin skins, now night winds blow away my sins
im comin to, hand restin on my brew, embrasing the night sky's view
but the wounds of crude~violence seem to be playin rude tricks on this youth
hard 2 explain, but im seein the truth, im starin up at a face thats the form of my life
wide eyed at this disguise that seems to carry my eyes, and wears the scent of my wife
musta drunk 2 much tonight...and older me smiles at self and bends down to help
feaverishly, i peer into the sulken eyes of fleeting health
"Mr.Stranger, but call me your angle, ive been sent here to save-you"
Its the same-dude~i saw in the mirror...damn, didnt know the drinks made me so scewed...
he motions to follow me, down an ally, facin a breeze of angelic quality
he says "forget that bottled-greed, all you gotta do is swollow-me"
down twisted streets, im wishin we meet a place for a seat
cuz if you didnt know 'walkin with angles' an 'incredible feat'...
finally we stop and speak...its the thing ive been 'dyin ta see'
a totalled jeep, wit bloody meat, like a vision outa holloween
"you caused this scene...a drunken fiend" the stranger taped into my soul
and without furthure adue, cuz i understood, i returned to my slumbering lull....
:( hope its enuf:(
9thCell
You wanna hear somethin deranged?Somethin to make you afraid of gettin shit faced?
Let me knock back the last of this flask so I can relax and explain.
Face down in the drain, I'm in the same place as every other day:
Pissed out of my mind, can't even recognize the sound of my name.
Heaving, my stomach's bleedin these toxic alcoholic drops in my concrete coffin
And the pain in my ribcage shows that there's no signs at all of it stoppin.
I'm droppin into the numb and comfortable part of the rum bottle;
I must have traded my drunk glasses in for Kamikaze goggles
Cause this is suicide;So I roll on my side, trying not to die,
When some inconsiderate shit slides right between me and the only streetlight.
There's a halo of halogen light framin the hazy face with mist,
And I'm pretty sure its the Ferryman and I'm wakin up by the river Styx.
But wait a second...No....He should be decomposed....
I can't believe what I'm seein, my decievin eyes show Edgar Allen Poe?
"Get to your feet, believe it from me,This streets not a decent place suited to sleep."
Since 1849 he's been six feet deep, so how can I speak with him here on the street?
Oh I hope this isn't some sixth sense shit, that'd be pretty weak,
So I shoulder him over, hold the lamp post and my pole and take a leak.
"What's happenin cap'n... aren't you supposed to be loungin with maggots?
Or is this some Wonderful Life type of shit where we ask 'if i never happened' ?"
"Not exactly. It so happens I was tapping into chambers yet explored
Inside the human mind and I think I might have found your mental door.
I've grown bored with the creative source in the assortment of dead authors,
So I decided it was time I find one who was alive and make an offer:
Exchange lives, I'll take yours for mine, we'll twist history's spine
You can take all of my fame and let me escape this misery of mine."
So I considered it, for a minute, shit, would it end up for my benefit?
Or would I be down in the gutter once again and that would finish it?
I don't really know though, I got pissed and drowned the bitch in the gutter,
The only thing that I discovered is Poe's one annoying motherfucker.