(Spider: )
I want your head.
I want your wicked parts.
I want to wring out your evil thoughts.
I want to eat out your bitter heart.
I want your soul to sing six words harmony
Of all the pigs that might tempt me.
I know you're sick alone and Im telling everyone everything.
So scratch it on the wall of your coffin on your sick day home:
"And when your lover loves to cheat there's another you can meet
Its a short pier, it's a long walk home"
You gotta show me where it hurts,
Theres a beast and a burden
Kicking, spitting on your bathroom floor.
This is your life this is your life and
When Im done it's over a little bit more.
Good things die all the time,
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine.
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly.
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right.
(Fly: )
So if I fight the good fight will hairlines recede?
Will lines deepen in face to craft a look of defeat?
I feel the end is near my little Monday night whore,
My little Saturday night became a Sunday remorse.
When it's all over America,
The Godless game show heathens.
This is your life, this is your life,
At last my good friend we are even.
I know Ill never lose an arm, never stay up staring at the phone.
I'll never rot up with disease don't you bury me and leave,
Dont you leave me in the ground alone.
You gotta show me where it hurts, never creamate me to burn,
Never chop me up and throw me to sea.
Youll never have to find the words they come spilling unrehearsed,
But you and I will never find that peace.
Good things die all the time,
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine.
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly.
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right.
Good things die all the time,
God bless your heart, vengeance is mine.
"Kiss me like you mean goodbye," said the spider to the fly.
When all those times you thought that you were wrong, you were right.Has unhealthy infatuation turned into more? Regardless of if you read it or not. This is what my next set, is based off of. With some unpleasantness that has been going down, instead of bitching about it, Im doing what any self respecting (Loathing?) Artist would do, and Im going to make some motherfucking art to cope.
It will be a series with six photographs, and each photo, will have partial lyrics from this song posted in the artist comments. They are to be viewed while listening to the song, for maximum effect.
In order to better come to grasps with how this series will be impacting me, Here is the Youtube, of the song.
[link]
Where you can listen at your leisure, or not at all, or be surprised when I pop out of nowhere with six new things.
All Im waiting on, is my model to feel better, and shooting will commence.
All photos have been planned.Is this what it means to have Love turn to Vindiction?
Creative Tendencies, preceded by Apathy?



This journal was hand-crafted in the USA by *
Necroantics.
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And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad...
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Amongst Every Atrocity,
There is Something Beautiful.
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They all proclaimed as they tumbled down the wrong side of the hill.
You absolutely earned them!
And deserved them!
And.. I dunno.. Rocked them?
Yeah, you rocked em. Definitely...
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Amongst Every Atrocity,
There is Something Beautiful.
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They all proclaimed as they tumbled down the wrong side of the hill.
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Red Bull for breakfast and internet for dinnar.
I was sad.. because even the repair duct tape, was coming off...
Tell me its well loved.
TELL ME!
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Amongst Every Atrocity,
There is Something Beautiful.
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Red Bull for breakfast and internet for dinnar.
Dont forget to love it.. haha
tell it that you love it.
Name it...
... It should love you back!
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Amongst Every Atrocity,
There is Something Beautiful.
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[["...pretty green pools of emerald goo"]]-Jodus <3
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