ischlabehle

Alla inlägg den 9 mars 2011

Av ischlabehle - 9 mars 2011 19:57

vi växer aldrig upp
sover hela dagarna, festar hela nätterna
vi växer aldrig upp


  

Av ischlabehle - 9 mars 2011 19:21

I staring out the window
I see the sun give another day.
But I don’t feel anything, I just don’t feel a fucking thing.
There’s nothing left to strive for, there’s nothing left to win.
I don’t believe in anything, I don’t believe in anyone.
Just give me something to breathe, something to fill these lungs with.
Who will cure me now?
There’s no tomorrow ahead that will bring me to shore.


This ain’t the way I imagined the world would it turn into?
A black hole, a abyss,
A place where the light only shines on the fortunate ones

Where is your heart at?
When the sundown fades away?
This is the sound of burning bridges.
How could I ever be a part of this?
Your treachery eyes won’t pierce me again.
This is the sound of burning bridges.
This is the end of our days, the end of it all.


You said you would die for me.
I believed every word you said.
You said you would die for me.
So what are you waiting for?!

Your wear my heart on your sleeve with a smile on your face pretending you know me well.
I guess this is the time I supposed to say I’m sorry?
Your wear my heart on your sleeve with a gun in your hand and loaded it up with hopes.
I guess this is the time I supposed to say I’m sorry?

So fucking fire your gun at me
Your bullets pierce through me. I’m down on my knees.
Spitting the blood, shutting my eyes
I never would thought you had this in you
Fire your gun, pierce me with hope,
With my last final breathe I forgive you for everything
     

Av ischlabehle - 9 mars 2011 19:14

jag äter socker och fett tills jag spyr
jag äter socker och fett tills jag dör
     

Av ischlabehle - 9 mars 2011 12:54

snön smälter
men jag stannar iskall
i en vind
som bär mig
genom hat, melodi och utbildning
att stanna och titta bakåt
är lika förbjudet som att smaka på dig
min grumliga dröm

Av ischlabehle - 9 mars 2011 12:23

och drömmarna dom stulit ifrån oss
de kallblodiga varelserna som älskar att se oss falla
dra handen genom håret -
och älska med mig igen

  

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