Step 1: Get your playlist together, put it on random, and play
Step 2: Pick your favorite lines from the first 15 songs that play
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song the lines are from
Step 4: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly
I listen to obscure songs. You you're screwed.
1. The fear that grows like a cancer/Held like a breath and sacrificed.
2. Forgiveness is for the weak/Throw down your broken cross/Desire irrelevance/Pursuit of faith is lost
3. You walk the mountain road made of corpses smiling\Again you reach out and ants gather around the lily
4. try to do the Moonwalk, and fall on your face/get up and stomp around like a big fat lummox/then jump out the window with your hands on your buttocks
5. Pull the feeding tube, out of the mouth of democracy/Televise it starving to death.
6. The fear of romance/The pain of living/The joy of sorrow
7. See the prince on the rocking horse/His polished face looks so cool.
8. Nothing you could say would strain the sins across my fixing stitches
9. I bleed this blasphemy, the sin that courses through my veins./It burns beneath the scars of my decay.
10. You're kissing the serpent's bowels
Ya know, I'll do the other 15 later. Try getting 3 of those.





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Let us kill each other;
live happily ever never.
-Self
[My stock]: ~burntfaestock
[Member of]: *flower-lovers & ~RosesEtFleurs
Thanks.
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Let us kill each other;
live happily ever never.
-Self
[My stock]: ~burntfaestock
[Member of]: *flower-lovers & ~RosesEtFleurs
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Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
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CONTEST : "THE STRENGTH OF WORDS"
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Deadline December 31
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