"Desperate Times Call For Desperate Teenagers"
 

Don't worry, the lyrics aren't actually some weird song about sex.
Anyways, I didn't write this, my girlfriend's friend wrote it, and her friend's letting me use these lyrics for a song. It'd be a weird mix of post-hardcore and indie, keep that in mind if you find it necessary, to those who criticize on pace issues.


i'll be your dark horse and you'll be my black sheep,
the figurative outcasts of the animal kingdom.
creatures, creatures, that's all we are. god's little playthings.
we'll sit together and rip the wings from our shoulderblades,
letting the feathers fall to the floor into a pile of cinders.
they tell us this: ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
we'll be suicidal spiders among a horde of ravens,
weaving our webs across brittle bones.
teach yourself to like the pain. become a self-taught masochist.
we'll smear blood on our cheeks and shower beneath black lightning skies.
we'll make ourselves ugly.
fact: beauty is short lived.
we'll sleep in a bodybag and cuddle up tight, clinging to each other and sharing oxygen.
after all, life is just a dress rehearsal for death.
care to share my coffin?
we'll scream so prettily that it will be a lullaby,
and at the peak note of our song, we'll self destruct.
i'll pull the pin when you pull the plug.

hey whats her name if u dont mind me asking cuz i read this somewhere else and the writer claims she 's the one who wrote it email me at kukushangelic@yahoo.com

hmm. it gives me the creeps ;)

Quite enjoyed that read, actually. I like those lyrics. They're direct enough to really work with that subject matter. They aren't some pretentious tripe that employ no imagery because they're so "deep" they don't have to make sense. (like most of the stuff posted in this forum).

Tell her some random person said well done.