
Creepiest songs ever
- CaTaClYsM
- Joined: Fri Jul 26, 2002 3:54 am
gettign warmer... 

So in other words, one part of the community is waging war on another part of the community because they take their community seriously enough to want to do so. Then they tell the powerless side to get over the loss cause it's just an online community. I'm glad people make so much sense." -- Tab
- Farlo
- expectations of deliberate annihilation
- Joined: Tue Apr 02, 2002 8:04 am
- Status: The Dark Host
- Location: Fort Smith, Arkansas
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gravediggaz "1 800-suicide" its one of the like 4 decent rap songs
So you wanna die, commit suicide
Dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain't worth it
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
The trick didn't work
Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no fucking reason
And get some LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind your wheel and crash the car
Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw
Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell
BZZZZZT touched the third rail.
You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried
Cause it's a suicide
Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap
Maybe you're a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink
Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the pizza man
Now you stand on the grave digga locked and
You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got
Not
You don't wanna live no more
I guess you're really ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors
Turn your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide
Yep
I've said it before and I'll say it again
Life moves pretty fast
If you don't stop and look around every once in a while
you could miss it
Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God
Had the f?cking nerve to try and enta my grave yard
I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrafice
Commit suicide and I'll bring you back to life
The first was convinced
Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast so his head can explode
Second said hmmmm that's good but I can top it
Put an ax up to his head and then he chopped it
Blood shot out in every direction
The rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestions
Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug
Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire
Three and Four fell deep into spell and
Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion's den
Number Five said it ain't worth being alive
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaide
The only one to escape was number Six
He went home
Sat in the tub and slit his wrists
Yeah, more graves to dig. Goodbye
There's no need to cry...
... cause we all die
So you wanna die, commit suicide
Dial 1-800-Cyanide line
Far as life, yo it ain't worth it
Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
The trick didn't work
Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth
After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
Gun down the captain for no fucking reason
And get some LSD or a drink from the bar
Get behind your wheel and crash the car
Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw
Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell
BZZZZZT touched the third rail.
You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried
Cause it's a suicide
Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap
Maybe you're a bastard child you think
Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink
Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan
But you hate lasagna and the pizza man
Now you stand on the grave digga locked and
You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got
Not
You don't wanna live no more
I guess you're really ready for the grave yard tour
When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors
Turn your oven on high for about four hours
Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide
Yep
I've said it before and I'll say it again
Life moves pretty fast
If you don't stop and look around every once in a while
you could miss it
Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God
Had the f?cking nerve to try and enta my grave yard
I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrafice
Commit suicide and I'll bring you back to life
The first was convinced
Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast so his head can explode
Second said hmmmm that's good but I can top it
Put an ax up to his head and then he chopped it
Blood shot out in every direction
The rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestions
Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug
Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire
Three and Four fell deep into spell and
Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion's den
Number Five said it ain't worth being alive
Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaide
The only one to escape was number Six
He went home
Sat in the tub and slit his wrists
Yeah, more graves to dig. Goodbye
There's no need to cry...
... cause we all die
- Farlo
- expectations of deliberate annihilation
- Joined: Tue Apr 02, 2002 8:04 am
- Status: The Dark Host
- Location: Fort Smith, Arkansas
- Contact:
marilyn manson "president dead"
this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby
President Dead is clueless
and he's caught in a headlight, police-stated god
and his skull is stained glass
incubated and jet set
the bitter thinkers buy their tickets
to go find god like a piggy in a fair
and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better
this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby
give the bills time to work
we all could be martyred in the
winter of our discontent
(getting high on violence, baby)
every night we are nailed into place and
every night we just can't seem to
ever remember the reason why
(getting high on violence, baby)
and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better
this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby
and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better
this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby
President Dead is clueless
and he's caught in a headlight, police-stated god
and his skull is stained glass
incubated and jet set
the bitter thinkers buy their tickets
to go find god like a piggy in a fair
and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better
this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby
give the bills time to work
we all could be martyred in the
winter of our discontent
(getting high on violence, baby)
every night we are nailed into place and
every night we just can't seem to
ever remember the reason why
(getting high on violence, baby)
and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better
this is for the people, they want you
this is for the people, they want you
getting high on violence, baby
and we don't want to live forever
and we know that suffering is so much better
- CaTaClYsM
- Joined: Fri Jul 26, 2002 3:54 am
no, this is good stuff. Keep it up with the lyrics!
So in other words, one part of the community is waging war on another part of the community because they take their community seriously enough to want to do so. Then they tell the powerless side to get over the loss cause it's just an online community. I'm glad people make so much sense." -- Tab
- CaTaClYsM
- Joined: Fri Jul 26, 2002 3:54 am
oh, and the quieter the better. doesn't mean there can't be loud spots, but the stuff like children of the bodom and stuff. Too damned loud.
So in other words, one part of the community is waging war on another part of the community because they take their community seriously enough to want to do so. Then they tell the powerless side to get over the loss cause it's just an online community. I'm glad people make so much sense." -- Tab
- CaTaClYsM
- Joined: Fri Jul 26, 2002 3:54 am
Ever seen watership down? I'm thinking that kind of creepy.
So in other words, one part of the community is waging war on another part of the community because they take their community seriously enough to want to do so. Then they tell the powerless side to get over the loss cause it's just an online community. I'm glad people make so much sense." -- Tab
- Farlo
- expectations of deliberate annihilation
- Joined: Tue Apr 02, 2002 8:04 am
- Status: The Dark Host
- Location: Fort Smith, Arkansas
- Contact:
- Farlo
- expectations of deliberate annihilation
- Joined: Tue Apr 02, 2002 8:04 am
- Status: The Dark Host
- Location: Fort Smith, Arkansas
- Contact:
pantera - "10s"
My skin is cold,
Transfusion with somebody
Morose and old,
Drop into fruitless dying
It was tempting and bared,
The whoring angel rising
Now burning prayers,
My silent time of losing
My foes - they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
Long for the blur,
We cannot dry much longer
Cement to dirt,
Disgusted with my cheapness
My foes - they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)
pantera - "Suicide Note Pt. I"
Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take the pain away
Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine
When I'm hiding, when I need it,
it lets me breathe,
for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live through this night
Try to die again.....
Forever fooling, free and using,sliding down the slide that breaks a will
Mothers angel, getting smarter, how smart are you to regress unfulfilled?
It's a damn shame, but who's to blame?
My skin is cold,
Transfusion with somebody
Morose and old,
Drop into fruitless dying
It was tempting and bared,
The whoring angel rising
Now burning prayers,
My silent time of losing
My foes - they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
Long for the blur,
We cannot dry much longer
Cement to dirt,
Disgusted with my cheapness
My foes - they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)
pantera - "Suicide Note Pt. I"
Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take the pain away
Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine
When I'm hiding, when I need it,
it lets me breathe,
for our handle on this life, I don't believe
this time
Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrists
To prove I'll try again
Try to die again, try to live through this night
Try to die again.....
Forever fooling, free and using,sliding down the slide that breaks a will
Mothers angel, getting smarter, how smart are you to regress unfulfilled?
It's a damn shame, but who's to blame?
- Farlo
- expectations of deliberate annihilation
- Joined: Tue Apr 02, 2002 8:04 am
- Status: The Dark Host
- Location: Fort Smith, Arkansas
- Contact:
pantera - "Hollow"
What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like bothers
Talked for hours last month
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can't feel...
No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
I'm close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life
But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions
No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
He as hollow as I alone now
He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at God
He as hollow as I converse
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through
I want to come in after you
My best friend
He as hollow as I alone
not really creepy but sort-of haunting lyrically
What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like bothers
Talked for hours last month
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can't feel...
No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
I'm close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life
But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions
No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
He as hollow as I alone now
He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at God
He as hollow as I converse
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through
I want to come in after you
My best friend
He as hollow as I alone
not really creepy but sort-of haunting lyrically