(lyric) the text of a popular song or musical-comedy number; "his compositions always started with the lyrics"; "he wrote both words and music"; "the song uses colloquial language"
A lyric poem or verse
(lyric) write lyrics for (a song)
Lyric poetry as a literary genre
(lyric) expressing deep emotion; "the dancer's lyrical performance"
A foot-operated throttle, brake, or clutch control in a motor vehicle
bicycle: ride a bicycle
Each of a pair of cranks used for powering a bicycle or other vehicle propelled by leg power
pedal point: a sustained bass note
of or relating to the feet; "the word for a pedal extremity is `foot'"
A foot-operated lever or control for a vehicle, musical instrument, or other mechanism, in particular
The lower surface of a room, on which one may walk
A level area or space used or designed for a particular activity
a structure consisting of a room or set of rooms at a single position along a vertical scale; "what level is the office on?"
All the rooms or areas on the same level of a building; a story
the inside lower horizontal surface (as of a room, hallway, tent, or other structure); "they needed rugs to cover the bare floors"; "we spread our sleeping bags on the dry floor of the tent"
shock: surprise greatly; knock someone's socks off; "I was floored when I heard that I was promoted"
We Put The Fun In Funeral.
oh god. i'm about to use like three diffrent songs here.
More brilliant words were never said They make me want to snap your neck
This is just a test
My heart is a time bomb
Only seconds to go
Self-destructing as my chest explodes
Heart is a time bomb
And i thought you should know
Your killing me quickly
But it feels so slow
I'll put my bite marks on your neck
But thats nothing to the razors on
On your lips
So come on gorgeous kiss my wrists Ill bleed until my blood runs out
And you ripped into my....
---------------------------------------------- She whispered in his ear
Please darling don’t be scared
I want you to bleed with me.
A brilliant suicide
From you is all I want
And we’ll fall into the sea.
---------------------------------------------- Trapped in this black hole
Abandoned, alone.
And I'm here for you.
I am so sick, I am so sick I am so fucking sick of this
Roses are red, violets are blue, the pedals fall like tears
A pictures worth a thousand words, so light it up and watch it burn ash to ash, lust to dust
Strike a match, incinerate, feel the flames of upon your face
Dancing dirty needles, broke the tip of her skin
The promises and false hopes are injected in her veins
It's almost Armageddon as she falls to the floor
Guilt straught affliction, now comatose In her head, she forgets. Her reason for living
Emptiness she feels room spin, Somebody call a doctor we need an ambulance
Sick as she smiles
One last goodbye this girl she cried so hard
Broken bones but i can't help her
She's too far gone, apocolips, she soon will die.
---------------------------------------------- I do what the voices tell me to do
It's always easier to kill
when your already dead inside
lock me up Cause i've lost my fucking mind
Rock back and forth, it kills me, it thrills me
Rock back and forth, to see you dead
Destroying everything I'm Bathing in your blood
---------------------------------------------- The masochism is alive, my desire for skin is unnerving.
Flesh to flesh, the taste of the death, temptations rise.
Now if she could only speak we could set this everlasting
All Lyrics; MIW
Five diffrent songs.
now that we all think i'm a psycho maniac...
let me just say.
Flickr meet chelsea, and death.
as much as i sound violent.
i'm really not...
okay i can be..
but thats if someone messes with my girls.
and if it's a guy..cause chelsea did take down that blonde girl for throwing me down in a mosh pit.
but death.
chelsea's idea hurr!!
but i can assure you some crazy photos will be in the comments.
an as you can tell her neck is supposed to be slit...but someone screwed up with mixing -.- and all we had was pure food coloring...that stains. but we turned it into a fest and eventually got the cops called on us for it. so.
let me just say.
I've ben obsessed with death since i was born.
and honestly it's not a bad obsession either.
as long as i'm not literaly harming anyone. so enjoy...or get freaked out.
just know
IT'S ALL FAKE
duh :p
btw..the red stuff all over chelsea's face is my saliva...
the food coloring was like really nasty tasting so it caused me to produce alot of saliva to wash it all out...soo you can only image i managed to spit on her a few times >.>