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Take, take all you need
And I'll compensate your greed
With broken hearts

Sell, I'll sell your memories
For 15 pounds per year
But just the good days

Say, It'll make you insane
And its bending the truth
You're to blame
For all the life that you'll loose
And you watch this space
But I'm going all the way
And be your slave to the grave
I'm the priest god never paid

Hope, I hope you've seen the light
'Cause no one really cares
They're just pretending

Sell, I sell your memories
For 15 pounds per year
But you can keep the bad days

Say, It'll make you insane
And I'm bending the truth
You're to blame
For all the life that you'll lose
And you watch this space
And I'm going all the way
And be my slave to the grave
I'm the priest god never paid

ok so normally i dont go with this kind of stuff,...

so,... i made an Rp room or just chat room the theme being the protomen or anything of such a nature like Shadow Run or george orwell's 1984 anthying dystopian futuristic and most importantly with 80s macheesmo flare! anyway, i thought this'd be a fun project,.. if not,.. oh well,..

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[link] yet another fantastic horror themed indie group, more of a soft rock avant garde kind of thing,.. but i enjoy it,.. i think the singer was the dude from "The Notebook"??? anyway, these guys are good, not to mention the use of a children's choir of little kids in an actually effective way, which imo would be hard to do,.. once again kickass Halloween soundtrack option,...

P.S I LOVE YOU D! *hugs*

running through the rain soaked neon lit city streets water falls from the sky with a ferocious sting of contempt for the inhabitants of earth a sluggish and lazy race called humans overtaking her forests and destroying her animal children although in essence humankind could just as well be her adopted children yet they destroy and deny her, they let her weep for them yet the do nothing to console her, leaving their leavings amongst her to let sit and sicken her, so many like myself have warned others to be kind to one an other yet they heed none of our words and visit a shrine to a man with the same message who was murdered for thinking in such a way i sit here in front of a glowing rectangle feeling sick about my own existence for i am guilty of the crimes of man i can no longer cope with society i am unsure what the future holds for someone like me, and yet as a i heed the call of my lover i question even my own actions to leave here would be a godsend, to leave here would be troublesome, Gods spirits ghosts and aliens and parades of death and suffering . detective stories with a twisted edge of Mephistopheles pacts and stranger things running from my mind to where the sidewalk ends and onward to the house of usher and its fall the call of the raven and the resurrection of a Crow under the eye of the Watchmen and the control of the Puppet Master looked upon by a kings of Diamond and Crimson as the parade marches through the town square collecting the souls of the sorrowful and making them enlightened anew as they awaken crying for the love of God Buddha Satan and The Lwa i can feel again i can't deny this any longer i must go to her and bring my trappings with me, and i must break the chains of a childhood asunder i must stand tall even with a crooked spine and teeth cut from a Rosetta Stone a soul draped in a satin gold bed sheets and a heart of fools gold i am ready to make a journey to the promised land and set my place within my new home to awaken next to her forever and again , yet outside the windows the sun is gone and it seems that we've only two years to make our claim in this world according to the ancients and now to bring things back to Reality,..... i leave that up to you,....