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Curse my father's inability to hear over the phone.

The Cure - Boys Don't Cry

Originally posted by The Grey Fox
I mean seriously that's professional stuff right there

Is not! oh

I'm pretty ameteurish, put down whatever comes to mind

Originally posted by Sol Valentine
Is not! oh

I'm pretty ameteurish, put down whatever comes to mind

I can imagine that being a Muse song or something

What's the tune like?

STOP SAYING ELECTROSHOCK FOR GOD'S SAKE.

shock me like an electric eel

In Love With The Reaper

And the sickle cleaves through the plants
Instantly, blindly, calmly, coldly
And when he returns to the seat
And stalks with the all seeing eyes
You look to him, and the string ties and pulls

You believed in the trueness
He believed in the stealing and the devouring
He brandishes his scythe, hood and garb
Masking a larger plot
And thus begins the twisting

You stand idly by as he cuts you open, piece by piece
And biting, chewing, swallowing all that you spewed out for him
All to no avail, all in vain
He’s number one on the torn list
You’re last on his black list

Pleas and cries for help and assistance,
All deafened to the screams for help
When the reaper takes the last piece
When the reaper takes the last bite
When the reaper finally devours you

The love and care you gave the reaper
Was all just null and void
Compassion and appreciation were words that he lacked understanding of
Eating and reaping is what he enjoyed
You look in awe, in shock

As you finally come to realize
You were in love with the reaper
But the tombstones confirm your lateness.

Originally posted by Mairuzu
shock me like an electric eel

4 people in the last like 2 days, me included

Originally posted by The Grey Fox
What's the tune like?

Kinda like a sort of psychadelic song, cause the lyrics pretty much make a reference to like a mental illness and dependence on things.

Originally posted by Sol Valentine
In Love With The Reaper

And the sickle cleaves through the plants
Instantly, blindly, calmly, coldly
And when he returns to the seat
And stalks with the all seeing eyes
You look to him, and the string ties and pulls

You believed in the trueness
He believed in the stealing and the devouring
He brandishes his scythe, hood and garb
Masking a larger plot
And thus begins the twisting

You stand idly by as he cuts you open, piece by piece
And biting, chewing, swallowing all that you spewed out for him
All to no avail, all in vain
He’s number one on the torn list
You’re last on his black list

Pleas and cries for help and assistance,
All deafened to the screams for help
When the reaper takes the last piece
When the reaper takes the last bite
When the reaper finally devours you

The love and care you gave the reaper
Was all just null and void
Compassion and appreciation were words that he lacked understanding of
Eating and reaping is what he enjoyed
You look in awe, in shock

As you finally come to realize
You were in love with the reaper
But the tombstones confirm your lateness.

Originally posted by The Grey Fox
And it works

I can imagine that being a Muse song or something

Ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy shock

Originally posted by The Grey Fox
That's sick Sol, I love it, a lot

Much appreciated!

Holy shit, it's like every house episode I watch is a topic we discussed in psychology. THIS GUY HAD HIS FREAKIN' CORPUS CALLOSUM CUT.

Originally posted by Sol Valentine
In Love With The Reaper

And the sickle cleaves through the plants
Instantly, blindly, calmly, coldly
And when he returns to the seat
And stalks with the all seeing eyes
You look to him, and the string ties and pulls

You believed in the trueness
He believed in the stealing and the devouring
He brandishes his scythe, hood and garb
Masking a larger plot
And thus begins the twisting

You stand idly by as he cuts you open, piece by piece
And biting, chewing, swallowing all that you spewed out for him
All to no avail, all in vain
He’s number one on the torn list
You’re last on his black list

Pleas and cries for help and assistance,
All deafened to the screams for help
When the reaper takes the last piece
When the reaper takes the last bite
When the reaper finally devours you

The love and care you gave the reaper
Was all just null and void
Compassion and appreciation were words that he lacked understanding of
Eating and reaping is what he enjoyed
You look in awe, in shock

As you finally come to realize
You were in love with the reaper
But the tombstones confirm your lateness.

SCYTHE???!!!

It's time for baby's screwdriver.

Subway Song by the Cure is pretty scary. First time (and last time) I heard it, I could never bring myself to hear it again. Maybe I'm just a pussy.

Originally posted by Scythe
SCYTHE???!!!

I THINK!!! D:

I couldn't be arsed to put on pants so I convinced my friend to bring it to me.

Originally posted by Sol Valentine
I THINK!!! D:

You used me in your song, I want money!