At 2/18/07 01:16 AM, TheBehemoth wrote:
Oh yeah. I forgot to mention.
God Was Created by Vehemence has the most related-to-me lyrics I've ever seen.
Drown in Ashes by Celtic Frost has the most related-to-me lyrics.
YES I STILL LOVE MONOTHEIST MORE THAN ANYTHING EVER GO FUCKING GET IT NOW CELTIC FROST RETURN TO THEY BRUTAL RAW SOUND REMINESCENT OF HELLHAMMER AND TO MEGA THERION BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA
I drown in ashes you've enshirined. Of blissful days long gone by. Concealed behind my dying eyes. This hell of anger and weary lies. A frame of mind, a dismal soul. My final womb, this flesh turned cold. You held me down and let me bleed. My love it died, along with me.
It's so fucking me I can't explain it. Wait, I will.
About 4 months ago I was extremely happy. I had a great girlfriend, good buddies, school was going swimmingly and my band was getting great.
One day, my girlfriend breaks up with me because of family struggles eventually making her move to Sydney, which is on the other side of my country.
I drown in ashes you've enshirined. Of blissful days long gone by.
I got frustrated, and stopped doing my work in school because of, well, not depression, I was just getting over it, and was a bit sad. I started wagging school. Alot. Eventually I got suspended for the last 3 months of school.
You held me down and let me bleed. My love it died, along with me.
As my band was still at school, I asked to come in for 2 hours each week on Friday to practise. We were approached by the head of music in the school to do a gig. We were really happy about that, and I kept coming in and practising with my band. After about 3 weeks of this, we were coming up to the gig date. 3 days before we were set to play, we were kicked off because "One of you boys were suspended, so seeing as you couldn't practise enough you won't sound as good as we want you to."
A frame of mind, a dismal soul. My final womb, this flesh turned cold.
I returned to school not in the same class with the people I knew and got along with, but another class with a bunch of people from my previous school who enjoyed beating me up. I have since been tormented relentlessly.
Concealed behind my dying eyes. This hell of anger and weary lies.
Penis clowns have feelings too.