Posted by [WebMistress Angela] on Sat Sep 9 02:58:26 2000: IP Address: 152.163.195.203
i am at a loss for words so i felt like posting some acid bath lyrics because that is what im listening to right now..
a creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the sky
rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to a lullaby.. the scalpel shines in gods sunshine the street lights whisper pain..
down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane..
she smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
with blood on her hands into the sun she stares
she feels it die.. i heard her cry..
.. i like the scream of the butterfly..
sunshine.. in a house of flames.. she likes it where she gets it but its never felt the same.
surgery, in a house of dissection, when your candle burns out i will ressurect you
she runs thruogh feilds of daisy's.. yeah its just a shame that they eat their own babies
who cares.. cause the air is free
when you get there will you kiss the dead [for me]
theres blood on the moon and the summer is cold
theres love in the room but baby thats geting old
theres blood on my face sitting on a dead shore
a highway of emptyness and im getting bored
theres blood on the moon as we plan ou escape
the goddess in bloom handcuffed and raped
theres blood in the bathtub baby murder the king
theres blood on the moon theres blood on just about everythign
sunshine.. in a house of flames.. she likes it where she gets it but its never felt the same.
surgery, in a house of dissection, when your candle burns out i will ressurect you
she runs thruogh feilds of daisy's.. yeah its just a shame that they eat their own babies
who cares.. cause the air is free
when you get there will you kiss the dead for me
something cold is forced inside her
a tear spills down her cheek
stillborn songs of a dead dreamer
yeah hymns of the needle freak
with sunlight in her hair she smiles like she dont care
her dreams are liquid blue
i cut myself again and again to remind myself of you
she smiles like a child with flowers in her hair with blood on her hands into the sun she stares
she feels it die
i heard her cry
like the scream of the butterfly.. i like the scream of the butterfly..
[i met an angel with a sawed off shotgun.. wanted by the FBI.. we dropped some acid, killed our parents.. then we hit the road..]
i like the scream of the butter fly.. i like the scream of the butterfly..
[RIP]
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