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Roadside Crypt

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Tuesday, 20th August 2002 @ 05:33:19 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



You are my facade.
You are my simple family pride.
You are my trophy for the world.
Youre what I cover up inside.

Youre floating on the surface
of the pot that holds my soul.
But when Im shaken up,
you simply slip on out,
and all thats left is a pot full of gold.

You own me like my carpet.
You fit me like my kin.

You are my weakest, bleakest secret.
You cling to me like Desperate Duck.
I need you like I need your skin.

You think that youre just that important,
I think that its my job
to tell you that your going crazy.
Guess what sugar, youre wrong.
When I told you how I cared,
My evil tongue just slipped.
Youre nothing more than prides delusion.
You are my roadside crypt.

When you smile and call me angry.
I cant bear to cause you pain.
I do this for your own protection,
yet you see, its all the same.

The tunnel that you wander down
is on a one-way road.
You may think that Im insane,
but your light at the end
is simply a train.

What you need is a f****** savior.
What you need, is a cup of cold water.
What you need is a liquid razor.
What you need is something hotter.
What you need, you parasite,
What you need is gone.
You cling onto the ever after.
Ever afters wrong.

You think that youre just that important,
I think that its my job
to tell you that your going crazy.
Guess what sugar, youre wrong.
When I told you how I cared,
My evil tongue just slipped.
Youre nothing more than prides delusion.
You are my roadside crypt.




Copyright © Butterat_Zool ... [ 2002-08-20 05:33:19]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Roadside Crypt (User Rating: 1 )
by papajfat on Monday, 2nd September 2002 @ 02:45:52 PM AEST
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great write, all it needs is a really kick-*ss drum solo




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