Feren (feren) wrote,

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I need to thank sylverfox for reminding me of the pact that was made during Pathetic Drunk Night. Since I don't want to be one who doesn't hold up my end of the bargain I give you this song, rife with subtle and not-so-subtle innuendo. It is undeniably written with certain connotations in the lyrics, but I challenge you to go back and reread it a few times. This is a song for those who have been used and hurt, forgotten... discarded. Every one of us has been in this position at some point or another. We have been the user, we have been the used. Though it may have been painful I think we shouldn't ever forget the lessons we've learned from those times -- if nothing else they teach us to more fully appreciate the gifts that we have today.

I saw the gravestones
I saw 9 year old boys
Somehow I knew they hated me
You can live as long as you want to live

Lately all I want
Is to be in your hole

Sleep without a dream
As cold as it seems
It's my destiny

How many men have been
In your sacred hole?

(How many dead men, God?)

As I spread her thighs
My life flashes before my eyes
Soothing, disturbing
I'm intoxicated with fear

How many men have died
In your dirty hole?

How many men lay dead
From this killing hole?

I'm sure that the words can be associated to people we all know. Do these words hold any semblence to people you know? For those of you who might be offended because you're vain enough to think these words are about you: they probably are.
Tags: hate, smirking_revenge

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