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Mallignant Boredom

Contributed by Jason_Robert_Britt on Sunday, 4th August 2002 @ 08:05:59 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



Scorged with obsession
I've given in
My machinations
Chalk full of sin
Fostered these feelings
Not impromptu
Meted my being
It's what I do

It's still here
The needing
The wanting
The smell of flesh
The leading
The flaunting
This hunger inside
The bleeding
Is calling
I'm open wide
The feeding
Is falling

My fantacies are evil dreams
The torment me with haunting screams
While demons laugh and angels sing
I'm breaking down inside my being

Rage in the tempest
Take back my loss
Never can I rest
This is the cost
Planning this instance
Was given birth
Your macabre cadance
Fills me with mirth

It's still here
The needing
The wanting
The smell of flesh
The leading
The flaunting
This hunger inside
The bleeding
Is calling
I'm open wide
The feeding
Is falling

My fantacies are evil dreams
They torment me with haunting screams
While demons laugh and angels sing
I'm breaking down inside my being





Copyright © Jason_Robert_Britt ... [ 2002-08-04 20:05:59]
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Re: Mallignant Boredom (User Rating: 1 )
by Sweetie on Thursday, 8th August 2002 @ 06:14:06 AM AEST
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Goodness I don't know what to say about this one it's very very good! I love the words you use some of which I guess in my young years don't even recognize.....like improptu, machinations, macabre, cadence and mirth wow I don't even know what they mean. I feel so stupid! lol. love this one
Sweetie


Re: Mallignant Boredom (User Rating: 1 )
by Jason_Robert_Britt on Tuesday, 13th August 2002 @ 03:17:12 AM AEST
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thats the name of the game, language. I try to keep up on my vocabulary, even though it has been 7 years since I was in school. I find word can be very sensual if used right, don't you? thank you again, Sweetie =)




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