I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
That I know I'll be alright
It's just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
It's my theme song for having too much on my mind to sleep.

Dreamers
They never learn
They never learn
Beyond the point
Of no return
Of no return

And it's too late
The damage is done
The damage is done

This goes
Beyond me
Beyond you
The white room
By window
Where the sun goes
Through

We are
Just happy to serve
Just happy to serve
You

If I have the space of half a day,
I'm ashamed of half the things I say.
I'm ashamed to have turned out this way,
and I desire to make amends.

But it don't make no difference, now,
and no-one's listening, anyhow,
and lists of sins and solemn vows
don't make you any friends.

There's an old trick played,
when the light and the wine conspire
to make me think I'm fine.
I'm not, but I have got half a mind
to maybe get there, yet.

When the sky goes pink in Paris, France,
do you think of the girl who used to dance
when you'd frame her moving within your hands,
saying This I won't forget?

What happened to the man you were,
when you loved somebody before her?
Did he die?
Or does that man endure, somewhere far away?

Our lives come easy and our lives come hard.
And we carry them like a pack of cards:
some we don't use, but we don't discard,
but keep for a rainy day.

All of my friends say
I should move on
"She's just another girl!"
"Don't let her stick it to your heart so hard!"
And all of my friends say it wasn't meant to be
And it's a great big world, she's just another girl.

I could be reeling them in left and right...
Something's got a hold on me, tonight.
Well, maybe all of my friends should confront
The fact that I don't want another girl.

Then why can't I sleep at night?
And why don't the moon look right?
The sounds up, the TV's on...
And it's a great big world

She's just another girl....


Incidentally, it's a great, catchy, upbeat song by The Killers - a fantastic band. Take a listen.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aemOWBkkUuQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkB6PKYWl9s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dO1rMeYnOmM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yh66sJQUVm8

I feel the top of the roof come off, kill everybody there as I'm watching all the stars burn out, trying to pretend that I care.

But I didn't, no-one ever does, and I would, no-one ever will

Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands and our clothes are all too often ripped and our teeth are all too often gnashed and it lasts as long as it possibly can but I just don't accept this.

I just don't accept this at all.

Faces sweaty, arms and legs, what a glorious set of stairs we make.

We kill everyone with arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads. Thank god that's over.

Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and Hail Mary's
Can't bring back what's taken from me
I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnIpYNiSRjs

http://lyricstranslate.com/en/Heurt-Hurt.html#ixzz48AJeC4Tc

Nuits sales, jours endormis
Je vis chaque instant hors de moi
Recherche, appel sans réponse
les cieux sont déserts alors.
Cœur triste j'invente des monstres
Derrière chaque ombre.
En quête de lumière, j'ai perdu mon éclat
J'ai cherché une aura mais ne trouvant que le vide
J'ai plongé vers le bas.
Les caresses ordurières sont mes seules affections
J'avance de plus en plus froidement.
S'éteignent les lueurs comme de mornes attractions
Les angoisses m'affaiblissent.
En quête de lumière, j'ai perdu mon éclat
Je perds l'équilibre, tu n'aurais pas dû me heurter
Le présent est une plaie
Qu'est-ce que j'attends, qu'est-ce que j'attends?
Nuits sales, jours endormis
Je vis chaque instant hors de moi.
Si seule, j'écume la route
À présent prête à me défendre.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIuBcb2T55Q

Oh baby, oh man
You're making me crazy, really driving me mad
That's all right with me, it's really no fuss
As long as you're next to me just the two of us

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman
My, oh my, what a girl
You're my, my, my, my kind of woman
And I'm down on my hands and knees
Begging you please, baby, show me your world

Oh brother, sweetheart
I'm feeling so tired, really falling apart
And it just don't make sense to me, I really don't know
Why you stick right next to me wherever I go

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman
My, oh my, what a girl
You're my, my, my, my kind of woman
And I'm down on my hands and knees
Begging you please, baby, show me your world

Varsity - Cult of Personality

didn't mean to fantasize
hangin' out behind your eyes
you don't tell me what i'm talkin' about

couldn't help but complicate
plagiarize or imitate
you don't tell me what i'm thinkin' about, doin' without

you wanna make it end
but can you let me pretend
i'll see your face up on the other side

you tell me give it up
humiliations enough to keep me company through the night

guess i didn't realize
you were everybody's type
couldn't run or quit, i figured it out

i was pissed when i came to
underneath your pedestal
you don't tell me what i'm thinking about
anyhow

you wanna make it end
but can you let me pretend
i'll see your face up on the other side

you tell me give it up
humiliations enough to keep me company through the night

my body is a burden
and i'm trying to put some weight on you
my legs are heavy working
can you carry me a mile or two
i have a heavy pressure on my mind
here are some thoughts to think
my major motivation
is my cult of personality

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now

In my life
Why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?

Two lovers entwined pass me by
And heaven knows I'm miserable now

I was looking for a job, and then I found a job
And heaven knows I'm miserable now

In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?

What she asked of me at the end of the day
Caligula would have blushed

"Oh, you've been in the house too long" she said
And I naturally fled

In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye?

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now

"Oh, you've been in the house too long" she said
And I naturally fled

In my life
Oh, why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die?

Do you like boobs a lot?
(Yes, I like boobs a lot.)
Boobs a lot, boobs a lot.
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)
Really like boobs a lot.
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)
Boobs a lot, boobs a lot.
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)

Down in the locker room,
Just we boys,
Beatin' down the locker room
With all that noise,

Singin' do you like boobs a lot?
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)
Boobs a lot, boobs a lot.
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)

Do you wear your jock a lot?
(Yes, I wear my jock a lot.)
Got to wear your jock a lot.
(Got to wear your jock a lot.)
Jock a lot, jock a lot.
(You gotta wear your jock a lot.)
Got to wear your jock a lot.
(You gotta wear your jock a lot.)

'Cause, down on the football,
Football field,
You never can tell
What a heel can wield,

So you gotta wear your jock a lot.
(You gotta wear your jock a lot.)
Jock a lot, jock a lot.
(You gotta wear your jock a lot.)

If I had a flag-a-long,
(If I had a flag-a-long.)
If I had a long flag-a-long,
If I had a long flag-a-long,
If you like boobs a lot, tag along

Bee beep, bop, de boob a lot.
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)
Boobs a lot, boobs a lot.
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)

They're big and round,
They're all around.
They're big and round,
They're all around.

(MUSICAL BREAK)

Do you like boobs a lot?
(Yes, I like boobs a lot.)
Boobs a lot, boobs a lot.
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)
Do you like boobs a lot.
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)
Boobs a lot, boobs a lot.
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)

Down in the locker room,
Just we boys,
Beatin' down the locker room
With all that noise,

Singin' do you like boobs a lot?
(Yes I like boobs a lot.)
Boobs a lot, boobs a lot.
(You gotta like boobs a lot.)

Do you wear your jock a lot?
(Yes, I wear my jock a lot.)
Got to wear your jock a lot.
(You gotta wear your jock a lot.)
Got to wear your jock a lot
(You gotta wear your jock a lot.)
Got to wear your jock a lot.
(You gotta wear your jock a lot.)

'Cause, down on the football,
Football field,
You never can tell

>>17125175

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JEG HADER ALLE MENNESKER.

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I hate all the people that live on this earth / but most of all I hate my mom and my dad / they have put me in a world filled with war, violence and murder / I hate all the people that live on this earth

I hate all people X 4

I hate all whites / I hate all blacks / I hate all who live and all who did / I hate people with pimples and people with dandruff / but most of all I hate myself

I hate all people X 4

I could make you satisfied in everything you do/ all your secret wishes could right now be coming true
Be forever with my poison arms/ around you
No ones gonna fool around with us
No ones gonna fool around with us
So glad to meet you Angeles

>>17125175
>a resonating feel to shout out yo peeps when tripping balls like all hells breaking loose

Pimps in the crib ma, drop it likes its hot

Everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up, never fear
'cause here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?

Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes
He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts