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I'm starting up a group at school; it's going to help people out with their work and projects and whatnot, but mainly, it's a ploy to take over the world.
Please, sign up for the forums and post something or other. Chances are you could actually find something you want to participate in somewhere along the way.
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| -- Ecstacy --
My sweet angel
With her face to the floor
Her back to the heavens
And a beckon from the door
Ring ring now let's force it all in
Fasten it down with a safety pin
I'm sure I've seen the color of red before
But we can't testify when we're the ones keeping score
New friends arriving from every blackened hole,
Returning to recover everything that they stole.
They're the ones that prosper on your latent-locked mind.
Draw your weapon now, they bring more of their kind
Burn the piles of ecstacy.
Apply pressure to the breastbone,
This is how you should feel
She said to me it's lost
And I said...
Crack crack now let's find a new fault
A foundation shakes with a needled assault
I'm sure I've heard a similar sound before
But now we can't qualify things in very own core
She slides a candy coated with her sharpened truth
Down my silent throat with her circumcised youth
She steals a soundless look from my arrogent eyes
And I can tell the path we burn is reverie ply
She said to me it's lost
And I said...
Breathe in, breathe out.
She pushed a new vessel
Into her cold body
Forced it deeper into the folds
Cause she said she couldn't feel
She said to me it's lost
She said she couldn't feel
Gasping to grasp truth
I said to her
Breathe in, breathe out.
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