BLACK&WHITE

20.10.2004., srijeda

Da...reko sam da idem leci...pa sam legao. Al zaspati nisam mogo. Pa sam reko da cu nabit slusalice i navit. I jesam. I onda mi se dogodio M.Manson - Tourniquet. A cijeli dan mi u kurcu. Skroz. Svi su nadrkani! A ja onda jos i vise!! I onda se zatvorim i sutim. Od 17h pa do sad...nisam ni rijec progovorio. I razmisljam. I onda sam jos vise u kurcu! Jer uvijek skuzim da sve radim krivo! I sjebavam se iznova. Uvijek!! Pa jel cu se ja ikad prestat vrtit u krug??? Ocu kurac! Takva mi fakin narav. Kazem uvijek da imam ovisnicku narav. Jer imam...samo sto se nikad na drogu nisam nakacio. Nego na kavu, cigarete, stvari, osobe...sve! I onda ludim kad mi nesto od toga fali!! Ja se mogu tako vezat za cipele npr. da si onda u svim drugim izgledam glupo. I onda ih nosim do besvijesti! Eto. Takvog me mater rodi. Da joj bar mogu zamjerit nesto...al ne mogu...nije ona kriva. Jebga. Ja sam kriv...uvijek...zauvijek. Volim te mama. Al nije mi lako. Sori.



She's made of hair and bone and little teeth,
And things I cannot speak.
She comes on like a crippled plaything,
Spine is just a string.

I wrapped our love in all this foil,
Silver-tight like spider legs.
I never wanted it to ever spoil,
but flies will lay their eggs.

Take your hatred out on me,
Make your victim my head.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.

Prosthetic synthesis with butterfly,
Sealed up with virgin stitch.
If it hurts baby, please tell me,
Preserve the innocence.

I never wanted it to end this way,
But flies will lay their eggs

Take your hatred out on me,
Make your victim my head.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.

What I wanted.
What I needed.
I got from me.

What I wanted.
What I needed.
I got from me.

Take your hatred out on me,
Make your victim my head.
You never ever believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.

Take out!
Take out!
From me.


I am your tourniquet.

Not even I believed in me,
I am your tourniquet.

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Zashto pishem...

Why don't you just crusify me, nail me to a cross!? And bite and scratch and make me scream if that will get you off! In time memories and pain will fade and dissapear, they must but not untill this mortal being has turned to scattered dust. You can not judge what you don't understand, take the blade from a child's hand. All the petty lies and jealous whores matter me little and leave me bored.
Repense
and Remorse,
Revenge!

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