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"I Hope You Die"

...You must die I alone am best!

I hope ya flip some guy the bird,
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve,
In front of the Beatles' tour bus,
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck,
Hauling hazardous biological waste,
The light turns red you have no brakes,
And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape,
So you can see the look on your face,

...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!,
...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!,

I hope your Pinto begins to spin,
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran,
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner,
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner,
Perhaps even the British Royal Family,
And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy,
And we can't forget the newlyweds,
And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead,

I hope this helps to emphasize,
I hope this helps to clarify,
I hope you die,

I hope your cellmate thinks he's God,
But C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob",
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse,
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse,
While he masturbates to photos of livestock,
He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock,
Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance",
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince,

...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!,
...Die Die Die Die Die Die Die!,

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson,
And forces you to play a game called Balls On Chin,
And whatever happens next is all a blur,
But you remember "fist" can be a verb,
And when you finally regain consciousness,
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress,
And the prison guard looks the other way,
'Cause he's the guy ya flipped the bird the other day,

I hope this helps to emphasize,
I hope this helps to clarify,
I hope you die,
...I hope you die!.

kaatsotaan nyt onko virallista yksi juttu.
mutta vitun isot treveiset lohjamimmeille infernossa <3

Different colours, different shades,
Over each mistakes were made.
I took the blame.
Directionless so plain to see,
A loaded gun wont set you free.
So you say.

olipa keikka, ja hienoa kätellä laulajaa lähtiessä :)

Good times for a change
See, the luck Ive had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want
This time

Havent had a dream in a long time
See, the life Ive had
Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time

onpa espoon keskus mukava paikka odottaa junaa näin kymmenen jälkeen. tulee varmaan hyvin uni silmään kun pääsee kotiin.

Spiritual Reality.

"The questions I've been asking is quite simple beyound my reach"
"Where does evil live?"
"Is evil in the flesh?"



I sit down in despair, no way to run away
Couldn't stand a nice new day with you
The fuse went out today
Who's around me? Everything got dark
The space behind our closer goes through corridores of pain
I ran through corridores of pain

But I'm not afraid to die
'Cause I'm not afraid to die

I saw the creature reach me as I closed my faith to die
The plastic in the floor are reached out,
you see it in the sky
Thunderballs are softening my fears

I know where I am heading, watch the world right through my tears
I watch the world right through my tears

And I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to die


"I've got negative radio contact"

Not afraid to die
Not afraid to die

"Where does evil live?"


Plasmatic drug sensation, going weakened through the year
And in his reach his target slowly dies.
He dies in distant fear
But now the searchers begin before we make ground,
Still searching for the truth;
Why am I here, why am I bound?

Why am I here, why am I bound?
Why am I here, why am I bound?

And I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to die

In the deep it's nowhere where you can see,

Can you feel the light?

Why are you always hiding?
Why are you always mourning?

dokattiin aamukuuteen, ja yhdeltätoista olen 5 min koulutuksen jälkeen pahimmassa lauantairuuhkassa. onneksi kun midisti myöhässä seikkailin espoon pelloilla satoi kaatamalla jääkylmää vettä...oli niin vitun synkkää, ettei voinut kuin hymyillä.


Ikea on helvetti, missä kaikki on kirjoitettu ruotsiksi.

huomenna on perjantai :) pääsee ulos leikkimään.
tosin ensin käytävä työhaastattelussa Ikeassa..ilm. ne haluavat minut sinne vääntämään lihapullia.

Löysin Kukunorin irtosarjislaatikosta Jhonen Vasquezin sarjakuvan I Feel Sick. Happiness :)