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bloodorflies · 03-15-2007, 10:42 AM

wrote these lyrics for one of my old bands.

Fry me till I'm crispy

Ignorance, sells some pretty sad statements
and so do the people that sell
stars to the moon
Blanketing bodies with sparkles
sparking, hormones to rise
eleventeen until deciding
what shade of red is right?

Innocence
torn and wet clothes
standing by
the one she loved most
he got up and said
these three words
You're brain dead
again, again and again

Sex is breathing to a whore like you.

03-15-2007, 10:42 AM	#1 (permalink)
bloodorflies Music Addict Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: long beach, ca and jersey shore Posts: 150	Fry me till I'm crispy wrote these lyrics for one of my old bands. Fry me till I'm crispy Ignorance, sells some pretty sad statements and so do the people that sell stars to the moon Blanketing bodies with sparkles sparking, hormones to rise eleventeen until deciding what shade of red is right? Innocence torn and wet clothes standing by the one she loved most he got up and said these three words You're brain dead again, again and again Sex is breathing to a whore like you. __________________ .we live and die with our opinions.