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DOLLAR BILL
Age: 18
Location: United States
Joined On: Apr 09, 2008
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How To Lose A Harlot In 10 Days - Song I Wrote
I can feel, You under my skin. Your living decay obvious, This helter skelter is coming to an end. Your glass full of poison, I toast to an untimely death. Weeks go by you've been on my mind, Now I clear my conscious. This pain that's felt like forever, Gives me no remorse and all the motive. Things I though where real, Just another lie in this thing called life. You make me fucking sick, Sick desires now are filled. Your pulse begins to slow, A new meaning to send the pain below. Your skin turns a darken purple, Eyes start to roll. I want you to feel my pain, I want this pain inflicted upon others. If you think I'm done, This is far from the end. Fresh skin from a dead pig wraps your body, This tight fitting hide will soon be tighter. Body bound in this wrapped in rope, I watch the pelt dry as it squeezes out everything. Yours eyes pop and your organs putrude, A blood colored shit. This gore colored vomit, Washes the thoughts from my mind. Maybe now i can sleep in peace, Let this be a warning. I will not be fucked over, Now rest in peace. In this shallow grave, And this is how. You lose a harlot in 10 days.
Gore Vision Goggles - Song I Wrote
Putrid rotting filth and decay, This never ending trick with no treat. Bought from a comic book back, Organs exposed, Pupils are popping. Ruptured guts wrapped in torn flesh, Cannibals feasting. Zombies galore, Heads on spikes with brains oozing. Slit throats all over, These rivers made of new born fetuses. Veins pour dried blood, This rust covered dust flows through the air. Gore Vision Goggles, A Thousand deaths you will see. Gore Vision Goggles, Corrupt thoughts all there will be. Across the street lives a thousand dead murders, Ed Gein playing baseball with severed heads. Ted bundy this necrofiliac lives again, Spread the legs you wont be the same. Jack The Ripper walks the sidewalk, Tricking nameless harlots to an untimely death. An upside down cross, Holds the anti-christ nailed alive. Screams of pain he laughs at you, As the blood from his brabwire crown pours upwards. A busted jaw and broken wings, He points and stairs through the darkest eyes. This pit of utter shit you wont escape, This mordern day hell uncompareable. Remove these goggles, The taste of life will never be the same. Pupils rotten, Your blood wont flow. Compulse into seizures, Vomit pours from your mouth. As the hurse takes you to your grave, Another finds these. Low and behold it is you, Now witness dissolution throught these, Gore Vision Goggles.
Brainsick Speculations - Song I Wrote
Like clock work and gears, This man decays with time. Visions of dementia, His organs slowly fail. The thoughts never leave his mind, So many unworthy scum bags. I fail to see the equality in this world, Eradicate this filth from my eyes. The scapel hungers for flesh, Putrid blood will spill from hollow veins. A new genocide, Or euthenasia of the fucked. I feel no pity, Fuck remorse. I will rest well knowing you rot before me, Rigor mortis is a beautiful thing. This closet of bones will be left sealed, The instiments of abolishment never found. Your blood turns a color of rust, Organs comparable to rasins. How malodorous this sweet stench of purity. Oh these thoughts, They ooze from my mind everyday. A new Ed Gein, Bow to this new world order. Cleanse these decomposing fucks, Bring my Brainsick Speculations. Lets this reign of death begin, Bathe in blood and bliss. Bathe.
Sinister To The Touch - Song I Wrote
Breathe .... I said breathe, Breathe mother fucker while I stomp on your throat. A sinister plan to the fucking touch, Your remains will be left undiscovered. The autopsy that will never take place, To reveal pick axe wounds in the back of your brain. It must be hard to breathe with ribs in your lungs, The blood seaps out from your broken mouth. Boredom takes over and your orifices are now sealed, This murder fucking sinister to the touch. This slasher will live to see another day, Another killing will occur.
Prone To Disease - Song I Wrote
This case is rare, Disease riddled organs pertrude from the patients chest. He is truely made for death, All chances abandonded we'll sit and watch. I question god while I witness this atrosity, Pupil dialation cannot be seen with blood renched tears pouring. Bowels filled with your innards, Body consuming itself. Brain oozing out of your nose. What once was blood is now your eyes, Falling from there sockets. Your veins burst out from your arms, A modern day spectical. Please take note. This poor mother fucker is, Prone to disease!
Hannah Homicide!! [Drop Dead]
Hey! :D
posted Apr 26
Lakshmi
wwww.myspace.com/go_laks =) how're yu??
posted Aug 07
BL33DING HEARTS™
sweet i like everything. except country rap and pop.
haha but yea i like metal screamo and stuffs like that
:)
posted May 17
BL33DING HEARTS™
sweet. so tell me a lil about urself billy wat kinda
music u like?
posted May 15
BL33DING HEARTS™
nm wats ur name?
posted May 14
BL33DING HEARTS™
HI:) im emily wats up?
posted May 13
xxxhardcoremetalxxx
like the songs man if you lived near me we'd make good
music and friends
posted May 12
Paige
hi how are you? im paigeeee
posted May 02