In honor of Mother’s Day….

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flesh-mechanics:

Right Here In My Arms | H.I.M.

Your Revolution Is A Joke - Funeral For A Friend

They stand to fight for nothing.
We show how stupid we’ve become.
As fortune favors only,
those who care too much to see.

Oh, it will never be okay,
as some will say.
We stand to fight for nothing,
so close your eyes and stay away.
Don’t believe their headlines.
They poison our minds, everyday.

Oh it will never be the same,
If purpose buried everyday.
The lies that lead you into the grave.
As some will say.

And you will never be okay,
as some will say.
With purpose buried everyday,
as some will say.
Lies that lead you to the grave,
as some will say.

Your revolution is a joke.
As I will say.

Witch Hunt - Jack Off Jill

Dead girls dance, they burn and twirl.
Witch hunt,
Witch cunt, burn this girl.
Dead girls dance, they burn and twirl.
Witch hunt,
Witch cunt, burn this girl.
Dead girl’s dance they burn…

I’m running out of air.
There’s a carnival in the graveyard tonight,
With the clouds that fall with poison,
And they fall on my skin making tiny holes.
Erasing my legacy.
Nothing hurts.
Nothing’s right.
I am nothing.
Turning to the left,
I get on a ride,
And the ride is dark.
And drive Nazi cars.
And I am no longer afraid,
Because I’ve held on so tight.
I’M BURNING!
That I’ve crushed them.
I’ve crushed them.
I’M FUCKING BURNING!
It covers me,
And I try to find comfort in the darkness.
I’M BURNING!
Where I am no longer your misanthropic majesty.
With only one match,
And one chance to burn.
I’M FUCKING BURNING!
I’M BURNING!
Only one.
I’M BURNING PLEASE!
I’M BURNING!
Dead girls dance, they burn and twirl.
Witch hunt,
Witch cunt, burn this girl.

00sjams:

I Miss You | Blink-182

The Space in Between - How To Destroy Angels

saportastyle:

Cobra Starship | I Kissed A Boy

If You Can Save Me Now - Atmosphere

It happened fast, like a camera flash.
The accident - then the aftermath.
Not even sure what caused the crash.
If I had the strength, I would probably laugh.
I’m so relaxed.
Warm like blood.
Layin’ on my back in the sun-dried mud.
There’s no point in even trying to get up.
I got my eyes glued to the blue sky above.
And it’s been a beautiful summer.
It reminds me of when I was younger.
Used to count down to the sound of thunder
I smell fresh cut grass mixed with the burnt rubber.
And I don’t need to take a glance to know,
‘Cause I can hear the traffic as it passes slow.
They on the other side of the window -
Checkin’ out the damage, lookin’ at the show.
I can hear the sirens get near.
Mama used to tell us to plug our ears.
It get’s so loud and clear until every other noise disappears.

90sjamz:

Celebrity Skin | Hole

Hybrid Moments - The Misfits

chastitty:

MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday

(via the2000sblog)

Manson with a “family” of virginal girls dressed in white dancing and drinking poison for mass suicide puking black flooding the room and just being reallyalskndklfnjwnf….

Yes.

allisonelisabeta:

He says, “Bill, I believe this is killing me”, as a smile ran away from his face, “Well I’m sure that I could be a movie star, if I could get out of this place.”

throwbacksongs:

Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend

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