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If you actually stumble across this blog, just ignore it. I'm using it as a more convenient way to store hard copies of my song lyrics instead of a giant text document.
So carry on.
NECESSARY(?) DISCLAIMER: Most of these lyrics are from vgperson anyway. Or from determined Google searches.
And yes this is the exact color of Karkat's text. One day I will find lyrics to the Nic Cage song. One day.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Reversible Doll


Three years ago, I was shot, provoked by the voice I heard
I always ran away from the most fundamental songs
It was a simple yet absurd line, that had at last grown to tiredness
I bit, vomitted and threw away an arrogant sound

The world stopped at three seconds, my heart's inner environment was entwined
I hit the game head-on and tried to walk
It's repeating, just like this
I exchanged sense of values and became much more self-conscious
Even if it's cut out to be a joke, it will always follow me

"I murmured the wrong answer, I am hopeless. "
Even if you say such a thing, I won't have the ears to hear

Has all of this started, yet? Is there nothing lost?
Ah, it's tiring, isn't it.
These carefree dolls are dancing, spinning, jumping

with no limits!

If all you want to say is love, bundling up sounds and setting them up
How are you loving this, now, becoming empty and disappearing?
"Stumbling disgusts me," stated, going along with this time
I crawled and ran
There is nothing in this room but paranoia, paranoia

Three years ago, I was shot, provoked by the voice I heard
Three years later, the pen I delivered traced over my back
To what means was it a simple yet absurd line?
Thinking over such a connecting thing
The road to showing off an arrogant desire closed

Ah, everything and anything is hoarding away into a depressing room.
The negative greetings sum up remarks in the echoing night

"Now, from here on out please do anything you like. "
What went wrong?
From then on, there was just something little missing

Who would "spin" such a thing? There was an appearence of that feeling
Even if there is such a thing, such an impression won't last, will it?

Out of all of what has begun, there is nothing lost.
"Ah, it's tough, isn't it."
Pick it up, throw it away, play all day, round and round and-

If all you want to say is love, bundling up sounds and setting them up
How are you loving this, now, becoming empty and disappearing?

"Stumbling disgusts me," stated, going along with all this time
I crawled and ran
There is nothing in this room but paranoia, paranoia

"I love you" is all you say, wanting to impose sound, depressed
Only feeling that way will have you say you're suddenly crammed

Still, even when the hate collapses, I became a doll who only shouts
I crawled and ran
It's nothing more then empty, so yes, it's time to end.

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