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32yrs • M •
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I'm waiting for July 4th 2066, Its gonna be my death bed, a celebration amongst worms and men. I don't think you'll be invited my dear, you were never there for anything else. Your a matyr and not a saint, not even the priests in this town are pure. They'd sell your soul for a dime and throw you to hell for free. Everything you know and loved is gone I'm a different man now that I'm dead. I've woken up and found out why I'm here, its to end all of this. It seems so different now from where I am it seems so much clearer. Damn you all, years of gambling your life away has driven you all to forgetting the reason why we made this pledge, blood brothers from the crypt we said. It was a lie we all made our moves and now we're falling to pieces. Give in to me, this is a fairy tale for the lost generation. Don't hold onto dreams or storys they will always lead you to the darker side of the woods. I wrote you some happy songs in my last note. God forgive me. Even if you were real I wouldn't believe in you for the torment you put me through each and every damn day. My heart is as cold as ice now, thats why I can't be here when you get back. You know we didn't plan for this, it was suppose to be a brighter future my gods are all fals and so is my faith.
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"If you try to fix violence with violence you do nothing but create violence"
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32yrs • M •
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God damn I hate this Every damn day is another hit and miss I can't be I can't bleed I don't belong Your faith is all wrong Believe in God and your life is undone Priests and Liers need to know how to run We're not stopping or breathing I am the hate in you that keeps on seething Forget your life its a lie Mother, Father believe me the end is extremely f**king nigh I can't stare into your eyes Cus all I see is another hundred lies Sick and tamed We are the ones that were not named Kids on the street each one with a gun Politicians seem to think this is all for fun Daughters and Sons you don't know where you belong I guess thats good cus if you knew you'd wanna be proven wrong All words no face This worlds got no race We're all the same skin killing those next in kin Princes and kings This shows not over til the lawyer sings He lied and you know it Behind all those black eyes blood and spit None of us will get out alive We just wanna breathe and thrive On our own running free But we're still here and we can't see Gun shots louder Licks of paint and gun powder These make a world go round Modern worlds going down without a sound
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32yrs • M •
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Band of regrets This isn't progress that you've made Your living the same old life Alll you need to know is that I f*cking hate you You made a hell for me and left me out to burn Cordened off from the rest of the world I was on the edge of the world standing between inifinity and 0 Your new lovers give you some comfort They give you these BANDS OF REGRET You tell me I'm a user, abuser and missuser But what does that make you my dear? Now that I'm back on top form, I'm coming for you I'm sinking back to being normal Without you I'm doing just fine I'm no saint in this story I know But the truth is that you were the reason and the cause The aftermath is my responsibility I'm bleeding on the floor now and its all your fault I'll never forget you Its not for good reasons Its just another mistake I'll add to the list You can add me to your hate list I know I've been reserved a place Forget what you know These scars aren't literal Their skin deep and you can't see them I'm coming out of this cage now Insert me into this routine once again We always were the odd ones out you and me And you were always the one to pin the blame on me I wanted a life but you wouldn't let me free I'm no longer a man of my word Or even my world But maybe some sick place in my head is glad I'm glad I'm not in this place anymore My heads all over the place And my thoughts are all over the walls
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32yrs • M •
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Sex and God killing
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36yrs • M
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From what i've scanned over, I like this.
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"Why cry for those that often cry? Instead, help them smile, and smile for those that smile."
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32yrs • M •
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Cheers dude
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32yrs • M •
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Welcome to binge britain We're only interested in one f**king thing Bottle in the right hand and a knife in the other Take me to the town on Friday night I've become what this country is made from A scumbag, a loser a slave to the bottle Noose around my neck and a hole in the floor Hung atop the gallows Town squares a calling And all in all we go to heaven for our sins Living with misery by my side She's the one who treats me right You've got me on the end of my teather This is Grey Britain And we all f*cking love it Bleed the pigs and stick them with a switchblade knife You steal your drink and food Clergymen and rapists have alot in common in these days Grey Grey Its all painted Grey I can't see the sun and I never will There is no sky left its all just worthless filth Give me a relief The great forgiver in the sky
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32yrs • M •
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Facades and cracks in the side of your porcelain beauty Leave no trail of the nights scars that run through your hand The crawling black weave of your hair wisping accross your face Rain comes as silently as a killer In the back alley of a dorment murder scene I come The blades are sharpened and there are no mistakes to be corrected tonight The blood boils in my twisted veins as I spread out my reach and touch I grab I feel My hands are cold from the winters edge and I have nothing left to give but pain Its so dark I can almost feel beautiful This scene that I paint will be less than that however I'm the dark that haunts the corners of your mind The knife in my hands and the hate in my heart The victim turns and stares Look into the eyes Deep and hollow and I realise Those eyes are yours
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43yrs • M •
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Who would have imagined trolls would have such poetry in them? You see, when you act stupid like you don't care, then no one cares about you. You're just a another of the millions of pathetic voices talking shit on the internet. But when you have the courage to open yourself and be vulnerable, your words are heard by the very people you want to hear you. Keep up the good work.
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"When I was a child I flew! Then as an adult- I watched others soar."
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32yrs • M •
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Errm thanks =] And I would just like to say sorry for all my stupid comments I act like a dick when I really shouldn't so I'd like to say sorry for all my random and quite frankly pathetic comments and I will try to contribute something worth reading
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32yrs • M •
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Break down! Its on the radio waves of the unconventional Radical reformations, of the modern routine This is our convenience I'm writing these final notes on a piece of discarded photograph the corners are burnt and the faces are blurred But in the deepest pits of my heart I can make out that its me and what I have become I've had chances to change but God doesn't forgive My words leave me again Generation X is dead They cheered and off came his head This king has a forgotten country And I'm in tow Lifeless faces in the crowds One of each has lost its will Like so many lost theirs on me They've got no sympathy of a symphony left to offer And it doesn't matter much to me
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32yrs • M •
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Simple kids sitting in a bar on stool thats crooked on the right side I sat there for my high school years Drinking myself away A tab under different names for a man brushed in black and white Living in a stylealised world with a different cliche for each of us All I seem to do is write about myself and all of this But I can't change that tact Its something thats more than skin deep And its more for you and me Our childish years are fading without a whisper of change Isn't it ironic how you said we would never grow up And for one of us thats true I'm still as young as I was when we made that pact I remember the soundtrack to our summers thats past by us without a single care or word Isn't it funny how we are all feeling the same The years have come and past and I'm still playing that silly game The one that you once taught me when I was 12 years old Take heed by the headlights every time your uninspired Take heed that maybe you'll inspire others again The bar scene is where I'll sit Drinking in our old spot And realising that I'm now so old 16 going on 60 I'd never wrote anything before I met you Its a means to an end And all I can seem to do today is drink and drink until I can no longer remember my school hall days A constant photo album of moving images that resemble what was once a different day Isn't it so beautiful, the picture we painted together on your front lawn Hearts are tied into knots Attached to us but never ours Give to those that you find willing And maybe another sumer will grace our lifetime and we'll have another day to rite home about.
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32yrs • M •
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I am a ladys man and I don't give a fuck I like to feed off the despair of lovers fallen apart I'm not sorry and all I can think of is tonight at a bar Its sleazy and so am I, I'm nothing but a beast I'm ready for a fest I know You better hide yourselves and wear something long I've been down for more than an hour, you must be getting tired I'm feeling sick to my stomach So drive your fist straight at my face I'm not fussy and I'm not sad I've got a pack full of matches and a pocket full of pills Presents for you and your friends for a typical friday I ain't ever been in so much pain for more My bodys on fire and stomachs in nots I'm trapped in a body of a man that doesn't know what he wants Working at a job he hates and hooking up with a different girl each night There will be no more nights This is my last night, better make it count Your in for a treat dear, I'll give you my all I'm a ladies man and you just want to fuck I ain't ever been commited and I ain't ever seen somebody as desperate as myself I am the shame of your mistakes repeated This is nothing more than a back alley with stains and drugs I'll take this to my grave "The lover of many" is what they'll carve up on my chest I drink and drink til my guts come up No tolleration for saying no and I just live life like its a fucking hell You are now which once was I So remember me as I pass by
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32yrs • M •
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This is nothing worse than a heart attack Been out all night but not once did I lose the fight I dread the night for all its worth It doesn't make a saint from a sinner I just sin and sin Tonight the weather howls Its all in turn to turn Pass the bottle to your friends They all want a taste of what its like to be like on the dead end wave Dig out your casket and fill lay in it This is cold dark world that we made for ourselves The four horsemen ain't nothing to us We ain't scared and but we ain't brave We're just looking for some fun and tonight thats you We'll tear your limbs one from the other Its nothing more than a night on the town Bottle to bottle and hand in hand We're rolling with the punches And we're rolling in the wrong crowd I dread the night So remember my words and don't forget If you do however my son There will be a price to pay and you'll pay in your blood and bones
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32yrs • M •
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I love the way your showing yourself off All the boys are ready for a feast This is going out to all the girls Your all looking fine If I offer to buy you a drink will you go home with me and not even think? Thsi evenings going better than planned, got a beer in one hand whore in the other Nothing makes much sense to me I'm sick of all this salt in my veins I just wanna forget today and forget my future I wanna lay in bed with you all day I ain't even got a full time job Been held down by debt and all this shit This country is going down, brick by brick I've got no other aspirations I'm a full time junkie holding onto a needle and a gun Girls in one corner, skeletons in the closet The hardest thing that I've ever learnt Is to learn to love and be loved in return Choke on me while your passing out on the bathroom tiles Blood spilled package and a organ donar thats not worth a penny He lost my heart down the drain I taste of brilliance dear so much so that I ain't got a care in the world And after this night I don't even wanna fucking see you again Right down in a council house with not a penny to my name No this isn't the way my mother told me it would go I was gonna be a doctor or a lawyer instead I'm the reaper of hearts Sweetheart can you hear what I see? With your live wire mouth and your ssex filled ears We don't stop til everyone screams I don't wanna hear any of it Your not going anywhere A night at a bar with a few the "towns women" is more than a mouthful Its a full buffet I'm just a beast Got the head of a wolf and the body of a lover lost in a world that doesn't care for me
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