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[CAUTION: Foul language.] Let me tell you 'bout the kids of the 21st generation We're here for fun, not for jobs or inspiration We ain't like you We've got iPhones and things We ain't rich...
and when you sob. and carve society on your hip. crying. saying you're in love with sadness. it pisses me off. because I'm actually sad. all the time. and have been since I could really think.
In what way are we normal. What constitutes to norm. What points us out as different When we opt not to conform. Is it simply that we're human, Each of us our own. What makes another person better.
#acrostic #riots (know they were like ages ago but oh well lol) C rank up the music the chavs are about R eeves corner got burned in a bout O nly Croydon would trash the good music shop Y ou never...
Time again for party heels, No soft drinks and no third wheels, Music pumping round a room, Hearing chords which creak and boom.
You flick that golden hair of yours And bat those big blue eyes, The epitome of beauty Grace and poise and style.
Decided in style with defiance the card played wild Sick senile useless thoughts chirp like wayward crickets Upon tar pits of redundant rhetorics' Bout to snap , sick of this ,...
I'm classy now I'm eighteen, Drinking twists at five o clock, Hitting all those booze-ups, Cause that's just how I rock.
I want to be that girl. Strumming an old guitar. On the sidewalk by the park. Singing for cash in her tip jar. And I want to be that artist. Selling portraits for hundreds.
I find it to be a waste to be growing smarter While the world goes dumb more retarder I think of days of old summer When I was a lot younger Dumb shit was just funner The sun was , sunnier...
Is your head so empty That you wish it to be filled With other people's Misguided words. Is your heart so barren That you get your self-esteem From only what the Mirror shows you.
I can't believe Blood on the Dance Floor started out as just a dream that Dahvie Vanity had to make repetitive music that everyone hated and now it's a group of two amazing people trying to stop...
last night. eyes stained red. lies spread. out all night. dancing around. felt alright. met strange new people. strange new pills. midnight thrills. one more drink. one more song. one more hit.
It's been twenty-one years since a change in the values of life has been detected. I lost a whole lot of hope today for the way of life. Things were never this bad.
Steady beat Sweaty feet Crowd alive A bee hive People howling Guitars growling Not your style.
The noise, the vibrations, the feeling, the overwhelming sense of movement when your standing on your skateboard moving in and around people in a town the sound of the wheels hitting the cracks...
In the early morning light Nothing seems to have any colour, Which I never knew before now: Consolation, perhaps. A little extra knowledge to ease the pain.
Her hair So Perfectly done. Tied up In a messy bun. She thinks This Looks pretty cool. Sprays it Then goes to school. Her makeup Done So thickly applied. Lines of orange On the side.
By Placebo Shine the headlight, straight into my eyes. Like the roadkill, I'm paralysed.
(I think this will be evolved soon). Hate forged metal. And kids packing heat. Horizontalizing bodies. And verticalizing feet. Putting lead into flesh. Without missing a beat.
Y.O.L.O You only live once Why do you say that.
hidden behind the loud the loud screaming of kids like me strapped down struggling to be free the band plays a song about pain we can all tell each other who's to blame it's not you it's not...
Dyed-blonde hair Hip-length, fair, Eyes living puddles Like oceans, or bubbles No rings round her eyes Concealer to hide.
I'm just so rock and roll these days Thought I was reliving some old ways I went out with the girlies last night Put the weeks stresses behind us...damn right I'm thinking about what I will wear.