<AcidBath> den einai wraioi oi stixoi pou an kai de katalavaineis to noima tous exoun wraies lekseis pou "vgazoun synaisthima"?
i apantisi einai "nai einai wraioi" opote peite paradeigmata
the dillinger escape plan
tool
khanate
kai alla polla!!!!
<AcidBath> den einai wraioi oi stixoi pou an kai de katalavaineis to noima tous exoun wraies lekseis pou "vgazoun synaisthima"?
i apantisi einai "nai einai wraioi" opote peite paradeigmata
the dillinger escape plan
tool
khanate
kai alla polla!!!!
I went down into the valley to pray.
I got drunk and I stayed all day.
gia mas wraioi einai, gia kapoion omws pou h mhtrikh tou glwssa einai h agglikh, amfivallw an dhmiourgoune antistoixa synaisthimata
nah nomizw to idio panw katw symvainei kai maytous.
I went down into the valley to pray.
I got drunk and I stayed all day.
bruce dickinson,doors,de pernas kura maria.
You wont see me..
Paul is a dead man..Miss him, miss him , miss him..
Everybody seems to think I 'm lazy.
I dont mind. I think they 're crazy.
OB LA DI OB LA DA BROTHER!
erm.den katalaba akribws ti ennoeis re amnesiac..
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
TooL standar..........
asxeta an tous eipe o Amnesiac............
pantws exoun apo tous poio sunais8imatikous "psagmenous" stixous........
I won't hear you anymore
pantera .-
MADONA
Κάποιες φορές ναί είναι ωραίοι , αλλά και πάλι η απάντηση είναι υποκειμενική στο τι θα πεί κακός στίχος ...
Ένας στίχος του οποίου το νόημα δεν καταλαβαίνουμε δεν τον κάνει λάθος αντικειμενικά ...
οι Tool γράφουν τέτοιους στίχους οι Deftones
οι Limp Bizkit
Staind - It's been awhile
o Bruce Dickinson ..
TEA PARTY
TEA PARTY reeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Originally Posted by Accident _Of _Birth
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"Why didn't it kill him?" she said.
"Unforgivably sloppy workmanship at the hand grenade factory," I said.
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Rammstein.............gia osous kseroun Germanika.
Bang that pussy that doesn't bang!
paradeigma
2. Sandbox Magician
now who's the fool?
strip it off
and scale the wall
i am the mask
that talks inside the concrete flesh
i am the king
now tell me nothing
i am the fool for a day
concrete playground
hides the valley
make me the king
so i can strip it off
who is the fool today?
friend?
a new idea
from your stagnant mind
and you must always
fall before the clown
i can beat you
i can cheat you
can
i
be you?
I went down into the valley to pray.
I got drunk and I stayed all day.
ahm nohma, egw toulaxiston, den vgazw alla milame gia apo8ewsh ekfrashs/perigrafikothtas/atmosfairas (oti zhtaei to topic) alla kai agglikwn (E tou pousth.)
parte katevato:
The Words That Crawled
Lie in endless wait behind some cold shadow for a stream of stars that have long since died.
Their burnt cinders fall upon my heaped corpse and seep into my open pores.
With the deadened silence of my exiled mind shattered a torturous word crawled to the darkest cavern of my
being where a dim glow resonated from the eyes of my dead dream and tore a hole in my lachrymal sleep.
'Twas as if I had motioned the skies to part, and a piece of heaven to tumble past my hungry eyes when a
single lonely drop fell to the inviting earth and buried unending furrows to carve me open.
An absurd drop of pain within such a vast ocean of disease
presented a dismal glimmer of searing bliss that passedin such a blinking moment
that it might have slipped unnoticed but for the piercing cries in my heart
The dismal moments have now passed to flounder between the sea
and disease and lay waste to your bubbling pores.
The soft murmurs poured forgiving
and with envious assault laid waste my breath
In fleeting moments of joy a knock betrayed the vigilant ear and drowned in vastness.
You see through the dream, behind the vacant smile of the dead
And cut the seams, that held together my breath
Lifeless I lie, thoughts tear my mind and you fly
Your sharpened breath, echoes these halls for life
Slip the warm knife through my searing flesh
Nefarious agony slips inside my smile
As the swallow lands and bleeds, to suck the light and with it weave, dark veils of strangling gloom to cover
this silent room.
A fragment of shuddering light appeared and began to bite at the air, so thick with deceit, that all stood
still, all was weak
to echo through your soft, murmurous heart
and pierce your every word.
The dreaming veil strangles your shortening breath
as oceans of pain wash through your open veins and pour to the inviting earth.
To leave not a trace of those moments
that filled the empty halls and cold
would be to close the shutters on the day(and to dream behind a veil).
The word that crawled around inside falls away.