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Quote of the Day (or whenever we get around to changing it) "Trent Reznor really does seem like a disturbed individual. Cool, but disturbed none the less. Right up there with Stephen King, Davey Havocand Manson" |
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 Being Stupid
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Cool Sites that You should Visit www.drunkenuncle.freeservers.com (great ska and good friends of ours) www.interpunk.com (cool place to buy cd's and stuff) www.onlythedead.com (great hardcore band) www.maddox.xmission.com (funniest man alive)
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Lyrics of the Week Keep on Dying I woke up from the sweetest dream/ To find out that this hell had been waiting/ All my fears have turned from fears to blood and gasoline/ My wings were clipped no longer flying with your angels up there/ Cast down, cast out out of the only place i've ever felt at home Blue skies have clouded up/ The rain that falls tastes slightly like tears/ The grassless ground on which I'm found will finally start to bloom/ Black blossoms stand in line to set a foreground agaisnt a bloodshot sky/ Wherever I go I only know I go there cold and all alone Chorus: And I, keep on dying/ (Over and Over)/ I'll walk alone in the jet black rain taht's bleeding on me from the sky/ But I, keep on fighting/ (cause I know it's almost over)/ I'll hold my breath and shut my eyes/ It'll all go faster and I'll be fine Woke up from the sweetest dream/ The grass was green/ Voices were singing/ It's all just a memory I relive when I see your face/ I can't really feel a thing/ Eyes tied shut and fingers numbing/ Inside this cell/ It's become my hell/ Become my heaven/ Is my home Chorus--Instrumental--Chorus |
 Patrick and David
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 Sub Heroic It came from the laundry room..... |
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