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Conditioned

Mama, tata, mama, tata, od prałata do psubrata...


I think I´m gonna be sick and it´s your fault
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING!!!

My flaws are the only thing left that's pure
Can't really live, can't really endure
Everything I see reminds me of him
God I wish I didn't care anymore
The more I touch, the less I feel
I'm lying to myself that it's not real
Why is everybody making such a big fucking deal
I'm never gonna care anymore

What the hell am I doing?
Is there anyone left in my life?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Anybody want to tell me I'm fine?
Where the hell am I going?
Do I even need a reason to hide?
I am only betrayed
I am only conditioned to die
You era wrong, fucked, and overraded
I think i'm gonna be sick and it's your fault
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING!!
(SlipKnot - Evertyhing End's)







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2006-01-27 12:43:48
It's only my madness...



Ciekawa dyskusja... doprawdy cekawa... Zabawny jest sposób w jaki ludzie mnie postrzegają, ale musiałam się nieźle napracować żeby stworzyć sobie wizerunek biednej, porzuconej, ukaranej przez los i pochłonietej przez mrok istotki bez pozytwów na przyszłość... Ludzie.

Swierze miesKo Grr

EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING
I haven't slept since I woke up
And found my whole life was a lie,motherfucker
This is the end of EVERYTHING
You are the end of EVERYTHING

Shallow skin,I can paint with pain
I mark the trails on my arms with your disdain
Everyday it's the same - I LOVE YOU HATE
But I guess I don't care anymore...
Fix my problems with the blade
While my eyes turn from blue to gray
God,the worst thing happened to me today
But I guess I don't care anymore

My flaws are the only thing left that's pure
Can't really live, can't really endure
Everything I see reminds me of her
God I wish I didn't care anymore
The more I touch,the less I fell
I'm lying to myself that it's not real
Why is everybody making such a big fucking deal?
I'm never gonna care anymore

What the hell am I doing?
Is there anyone left in my life?
What the fuck was I thinking?
Anybody want to tell me I'm fine?
Where the hell am I going?
Do I even need s reason to hide?
I am only betrayed
I am only conditioned to die
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Unaware life (by De Mello)

 "The unaware life is a mechanical life. It's not human, it's programmed, conditioned. We might as well be a stone, a block of wood. In the country where I come from, you have hundreds of thousands of people living in little hovels, in extreme poverty, who just manage to survive, working all day long, hard manual work, sleep and then wake up in the morning, eat something, and start all over again. And you sit back and think, "What a life." "Is that all that life holds in store for them?" And then you're suddenly jolted into the realization that 99.999% of people here are not much better. You can go to the movies, drive around in a car, you can go for a cruise. Do you think you are much better off than they are? You are just as dead as they are. Just as much a machine as they are -- a slightly bigger one, but a.