For Whom The Bells Tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now they will see what will be, blinded eyes to see.


Outro-kirk/james :D
*bows*

The century turns slowly like a creeping grindstone on the twilight of the new millennium,the mist clears,behold,the gateway between the dimension of the past and present.A new world awaits me on the other side.My love for true metal burns deep withing,I must be true to myself&to the dream,to heed the telepathic celestial scriptures to fight for what i believe to abolish conformity,to be free body and mind.Yes!!unity in numbers,but only as strong as the weakest believer armed and ready,alone at the gates,I honor my destiny,the future is my reality.Let the heavens be my witness I will be triumphant.

Fight Club

"If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this is useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all who claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think everything you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told you should want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned... Tyler"


PS:Ripped 4m abhishakes album!

My God

I've begun worshipping the Sun for a number of reasons. First of all, unlike some other gods I could mention, I can see the Sun. It's there for me every day. And the things it brings me are quite apparent all the time: heat, light, food, reflections at the park... the occasional skin cancer, but hey. There's no mystery, no one asks for money, I don't have to dress up, and there's no boring pageantry. But I don't pray to the sun - it wouldn't be polite to presume on our friendship. You know who I pray to? Eddie Vedder!

Quickie-(

Prayer-The last refuge of a scoundrel
 
                             -Lisa