the corny newgen emos copypasta is right

Now I Know

ex - basuraastillada
matemos los ídolos
matemos los símbolos
arranquemos las imágenes que nos amarran al vacío
eres igual de fragil a mi
sientes tanto como yo

sientes tanto como yo

todos tus discursos elaborados
para ponerte encima
están llenos de un orgullo autodestructivo
no te toleras, se lo riegas a les demás
nadie está bien
tu tampoco

(no soy tu espejo) 
nadie está bien,
tu tampoco

tu neurosis escava cada vez más hondo
la distorsion de las formas,
de las realidades ajenas,
aplastando a les demás
matemos el ego
la esclavitud del consumo
la invisibilidad mútua
la jerarquía de sentimientos
estos gritos también son para mi
para ti
para mi
para todes
mata tus ídolos,
los símbolos mienten.

mata a tus idolos, los simbolos mienten + intermision (demo)

sanjuanero (demo)

Demo

The Lady Is Not For Burning - Hey Tommy I See You Have A Soft Top... (It Will Not Survive)

un correo muerto
un movil de fieltro con buhos
tijeras de aire

este es el ruido de las cosas al caer
mira los charcos 

siente como mojan tus medias
quiero vivir en mis sueños
una bruja negra de papel
acaricia mi pecho
recuerda muy bien
como se siente el presente

una estrella me dejo ciega
me alegra conocerte

bruja de papel (demo)

tengo algo que decirte

Split

The Old Man And The Reincarnation

Lazarus Plot - Charmed Im Sure

From a live set in Live in Columbus, OH 6/25/1999

Everyone Asked About You - Untitled

lyrics:

try to explain why anything happens 
and I'll try and understand 

'til the last breath we share 
our hearts slowly fading 
we're written in sand 

So I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused 
I'm sorry for all of your pain and your losses 
I'm sorry for all of the grief that I've caused 
remembering one day all of this will end and mean nothing 

I know someday you will be gone 
but I cannot help that, I cannot keep you from suffering 
I cannot keep you from harm 
I could never save you, and for that I deserve 

nothing 

try to explain why anything happens 
and I'll ask you this much 

where will our blood run if not to the floor 

why am I afraid of falling up

apology

Die, Emperor! Die! - The Way She Disappeared

Winter is here. Cold feet, warm socks, and stretched sweaters. I’m waiting for “where are you, my dear?”. Remember last year? We inhaled the same air but you were happy and I wasn’t all there. I don’t know what love is, I swear. But my broken eyes and charred heart won’t forget you, I swear

I inhale the same crisp air but you’re not here but it’s still here to share. I guess I’ve been chasing shadows but I’ve forgotten how to run. I guess I haven’t been chasing, just laying and waiting and dreading the sun. Dreading the dryness that chaps my lips, makes my eyes hurt, tells myself to get a grip

I hate the room that I stay in all day. But I don’t go outside because I’m too afraid. The silence is why I can’t breathe. The silence is why I’m scared of me

Am I drowning in the Caspian Sea? How about some fucking subtlety? I’d rather cut my neck than taste the acid from my stomach. I’d rather die than see you sitting across from me, thoughts wandering in happiness when mine aren’t. Well, I guess I should be dead already but I’ve been learning how to cope. I’ve been learning to think rather than hope

Moving on, clocks quickly tick. Everything is fucked, that’s what’s tragic. Friendships crumble because we’re toxic

Malon - Socks And Socks And Socks

I rarely agree that we don’t demand company. But some people have it so easy. If I filter my confidence, I only end up with minerals and letters. Letters to poems and poems to screaming and yelling inside my head because I can’t get to sleep when I crawl into bed

My face hurts because I’ve been smiling so often. Am I really that prone to exhaustion? My jaw is sore, my choices are poor, my lethargy secludes me to my own coffin. I push my hair back into it’s rightful position. Then I mess it up because jealousy marks my every word with precision, with shame, with nostalgic, depressive hate and I wonder if I’ll ever be sewn up again

Malon - Symphonies In Seashells

Sara Goldfarb: I'm somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me. I'll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It's a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone. Your father's gone, you're gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I'm lonely. I'm old

Harry Goldfarb: You got friends, Ma

Sara Goldfarb: Ah, it's not the same. They don't need me. I like the way I feel. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. Now when I get the sun, I smile

Malon - Pretty Art

Forest walls become too dark when hickory trees loom and osiria’s synthetically bloom. Roaming red and white, intertwined lips save bliss and delight

One warm touch of a hand that spirals through knuckles and spinal imprints preserves the intimacy of quivering currents and tangled bodies that recognize their loneliness as they plummet into bed

Let’s fall into a river and let the flow swallow us beneath the surface of the rain ridden water. The tear stricken oils that emerge from your own eyes intoxicates my tar filled lungs. Memory doesn’t serve us anymore, either blocked out with intention or withered away. I choke and I sputter because my heart is all aflutter

Even after your dead eyes have drowned, I won’t say goodbye. I won’t say goodbye when your corpse lies on the river bed, cut by stones, unable to stifle truer words. Your veins spilling blood after I claw your arms and your neck because I miss you. And I miss you now and you’re not even gone yet. I won’t say goodbye. But I’ll have to say goodbye. And I’ll cry and I’ll cry

Malon - An Osiria Rose

War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength

Open your arms and shoot at my brain. Bullets litter my skull and you’re here to reign my thoughts and my attention. My fleet is miles away, fighting through swamps of uncertainty and maneuvering across fields of sorrow. “What is it we’re fighting for?" What is there to gain? Both armies are dying, and even though yours holds mine in prison cells, neither are sane

[Sample from "Little Miss Sunshine"]
Dwayne: FUCK!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!
Sheryl: What happened?
Frank: He's colorblind. He can't fly
Sheryl: Dwayne? Dwayne, honey, I'm sorry. Dwayne, come on. We have to go
Dwayne: I'm not going
Sheryl: Dwayne
Dwayne: I said I'm not, okay? I don't care, I'm not getting on that bus again
Sheryl: Dwayne, for better or worse, we're your family
Dwayne: No, you're not my family, okay? I don't want to be your family! I hate you fucking people! I hate you! Divorce, bankrupt, suicide?! You're fucking losers! You're losers!
Sheryl: Dwayne
Dwayne: No, please just leave me here, Mom. Okay? Please, please

We went from allies to black and white and now I just think of assaulting your division every night. The bloodshed proceeds and the parallel remains, we’re not getting anywhere, but you’re still attacking my thoughts here and there. When the hellfire is complete, we will both agree that this battle will cease, we will retreat but contact is necessary

Bodies and furnaces, ashes and graves. No one’s alive. There’s no one to save. The conflict will progress, but fighting will be dismissed. Remaining soldiers will be tending to their families and our dictatorships will handle the battle delicately
When we’re face-to-face and brow-to-brow, we’ll both exclaim that “this war stays cold for now.”
When we’re face-to-face and brow-to-brow, we’ll both exclaim that “this war stays cold for now.”
When we’re face-to-face and brow-to-brow, we’ll both exclaim that “this war stays cold for now.”
When we’re face-to-face and brow-to-brow, we’ll both exclaim that “this war stays cold for now.”
When we’re face-to-face and brow-to-brow, we’ll both exclaim that “this war stays cold for now.”

Malon - Tree Accidents

carita feliz - 1

the lady is not for burning - Hey Tommy I See You Have A Softtop, Be Careful It's Going To Hail (live)

This is father figure's 死の手 (aka hand of death) released in 2012
You can download it here: http://www1.zippyshare.com/v/78937451/file.html
I own noting, all credit/rights belong to father figure

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