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PEOPLE=SHIT!!!

Moshaan yksin himas

Conchettas:
I'd rather not pay for overpriced imports. I mean usually its like $50 for a DVD? Who wants to pay that much? A lot of you may want to think yourselves as all high and mighty and true fans because you bought an overpriced DVD "supporting" the band, but bands hardly make anything off of DVD or CD sales, and they are hardly losing money from extremely low quality YouTube videos. You can show your "support" for a band by going to their shows. And thats it.

Mach1avellism:

Well, my It Withers and withers -dvd was 20 euros. Is that too much for you? It isn't overpriced at all.

If artists ad bands don't get anything of DVD and CD sales, why piracy is so big problem nowadays?

Maliris24:
Why do you think bands are making a fuss about piracy if that doesn't harm them at all? I'm sure that Dir en grey forbids recording also, because they don't want new listeners to get a wrong idea of how they sound, because this quality totally fucks up the sound.

Maliris24:
I wouldn't want to repeat myself, but not buing CDs and DVDs harms at least the CD-company and so it affects also the band indirectly. Even by not going to their concerts it doesn't affect the band directly. The band gets paid beforehand and if tickets don't sell, its the concertplace that suffers from it [DIRECTLY]. The indirect part is that they probably wouldn't want to pay the band to come back there.

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Miks noi vaan jaksaa jauhaa samaa paskaa -___- No se on kyl jo tiedetty etukäteen et ne ei oikein kuuntele mitä niille sanotaan.

I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed
flowers I miss so dearly.
Back then, I counted down the days with my fingers to the
day I would see you.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were
shattered.
It brings sadness and sorrow. The sin is endless.
Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is spring.

One cold evening I saw her as she stood under the cherry
blossom tree, with petals that bloomed too early.
This story goes way back
She was beautiful and pretty but there was something
about her.
She had a very sad face
Her long hair hid her tears of late afternoon.

Through the forgotten seasons, this place still reminds me
of her.
Time has made her disappear, and she was so delicate with
her black and white scar.

The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were
shattered.
The sin is too deep to bear, as I hear the sound of darkness.
Tonight it is spring.

The show booth

It was a cold late afternoon and I remember seeing her
being colored by people.
She couldn't do anything but cry as her tears bloomed like
the petals.

I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the pressed
flowers I miss so dearly.
Back then, I counted down the days with my fingers to the
day I would see you.
The late afternoon sky lights the shed. The cherry blossom
tree grew in back of it.
And underneath the tree, she lies hiding her scar with the
sleeve of her shirt hoping it would disappear just for that
moment.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams were
shattered.
It brings sadness and sorrow. The sin is endless.
Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is spring

Leeches.
Like leeches
"In ignorance we trust"
If you say this way, I'll take that way
Fuel for the fire on which I thrive

Spit me out
I'm glad I don't belong
Save me the speech (I know)
You'll be forgotten and gone

It burns, it rips, it hurts

Leeches, they preach to us
Words of wisdom from blocked minds

Spit me out
I'm glad I don't belong
Save me the speech (I know)
You'll be forgotten and gone

It burns, it rips, it hurts

They make you believe your turn
The chance of a lifetime,
How does it feel to be alive?

A tear for the poet that can't be heard
(And) praise the artist that steals

Asunaki Koufuku, Koenaki Asu

It's 9 o'clock in the morning on the third Friday, and outside
the glass window, it's irritating sunny as hell.
I prefer the rain. You know when you have those days? You
just can't laugh.

If it's possible, somebody please tell me my purpose to live.
I want to jump off from this life that's so ordinary.
No more whitewashing.

People stare at me with cold eyes because I'm all wet for
not using an umbrella in the pouring rain
I'm hurting myself and I don't even know it.
I want to laugh on the third Sunday after the rain has
cleared up.

The social face, the private face, it's nice to see you use it
both so nicely.
Well, thank you I haven't thrown away being human.....
No more whitewashing.

HUMAN GATE

Day by day, the innoncence of my voice is being buried down.
Don't you think its stupid? Being scammed by a same
human being like yourself?

Please cry...just a little.
While you sit and cry on the bench, your future is like a
crow that goes through garbage.
Please cry...just a little.

The morning of the fourth Tuesday, I will soon be with my
people.

HUMAN GATE

No more whitewashing.

Jee kohta pissislarppiin x'DDDD<3

Even blood that pours down form the slash wound to the
chest needs a reason, right?
Don't Humans feel at ease by hurting other people?
Why do you look so disgusted?
Deep inside, you deceive yourself with things you don't
know, right?
Will we ever understand each other? Is it you not wanting
to?
This is the garden of suicide. Are you having fun?
Will my dreams come true at that garden?
You don't have a reason to live in front of you?
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.
.
.
.
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In front of you is a box garden full of all of you people's lies
and deceits.

Sain vihdoin selville mitä Kyon kaulatatskassa lukee! /o/ Enää ei häiritse