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edited 2014-05-29 20:20:29 in General
Have you ever thought about your soul - can it be saved?
Or perhaps you think that when you're dead you just stay in your grave
Is God just a thought within your head or is he a part of you?
Is Christ just a name that you read in a book when you were in school?

When you think about death do you lose your breath or do you keep your cool?
Would you like to see the Pope on the end of a rope - do you think he's a fool?
Well I have seen the truth, yes I've seen the light and I've changed my ways
And I'll be prepared when you're lonely and scared at the end of our days

Could it be you're afraid of what your friends might say
If they knew you believe in God above?
They should realize before they criticize
that God is the only way to love

Is your mind so small that you have to fall
In with the pack wherever they run
Will you still sneer when death is near
And say they may as well worship the sun?

I think it was true it was people like you that crucified Christ
I think it is sad the opinion you had was the only one voiced
Will you be so sure when your day is near, say you don't believe?
You had the chance but you turned it down, now you can't retrieve

Perhaps you'll think before you say that God is dead and gone
Open your eyes, just realize that he's the one
The only one who can save you now from all this sin and hate
Or will you still jeer at all you hear? Yes! I think it's too late.

Comments

  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    ...heh.
  • edited 2014-05-29 20:31:13
    For once, or maybe twice, I was in my prime.
    Cling to your god and guns
    the banjo’s playing Hot Cross Buns
    Bucket seats set to recline
    no need to cross the county line
    Are the Arabs closing ranks
    about to roll some Russian tanks?
    Shut the doors and save the kids
    lock and load- just like Jesus did.

    The United States of Amnesia
    make us numb, make it dumb, anesthesia
    Cut the cord, close the door, we don’t know ‘ya,
    it’s the zen and the art of xenophobia

    Let’s keep them separate
    melanin just can’t succeed
    “Give me liberty... or something.”
    It’s better if you just don’t read
    Crank your phasers up to “slaughter”
    Turn your wine back into water
    When you play this song, Al Qaeda wins
    and Jesus was American

    The United States of Amnesia
    make us numb, make it dumb, anesthesia
    Cut the cord, close the door, we don’t know ‘ya,
    it’s the zen and the art of xenophobia
  • edited 2014-05-29 21:02:39
    We can do anything if we do it together.

    For fun, try to guess why this song is relevant to this thread.
  • More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    She's pouring brown gold
    Into her veins
    She lost her own way
    Years ago
    Her sister calls her
    From the dark side of the night
    And she falls with that call
    It's the only way out
    She tells me "I love you"
    But it's only a game
    And she slides through the silence
    Fixing her time
    To slide to the darkness
    Again with a smile
    "Don't touch me,I'm falling"
    She laughs in the night
    "Don't catch me, I'll return
    When the wheel comes around
    Do not feel fear
    Or think about me
    We're all born to suffer
    We're all born to fall
    In a grey shaded world
    That calls us to zero"
    Her mother mouth slits
    Her sister lies taken
    She touches my body
    But I crouch up to die
    Down the Ramblas we're walking
    In Reykjavik we're talking
    The snow is moon-cold
    The room freezes over
    She's reading a book
    She finished it years ago
    She's tearing up paper
    She's tearing up life
    But she only starts thinking
    When her blood is brown

    Gold is the colour
    She promised to wear
    Christ's blood turns black
    His body she wears.
    But she dips Him in waters
    Confession of faith
    It's hard to believe you
    When you spit in my face
    I don't want to touch you
    I don't want to lie
    In the brown red gold slumber
    That you've taken to ride

    I remember I was thinking
    Only of you
    But you shattered me nightly
    You broke all the rules
    I found myself falling
    And then
    And then
    Through the wreckage of this parched life
    And the pain of the next one
    I said "Fucking over
    All of this is shit"
    But still the wind calls
    "Imperium"

    When you rage at the Conqueror
    You only rage at yourself
    When you torture the Anointed
    You only torture yourself
    And you've listened to Piaf
    But not to the Christ
    So you sparkle for seconds
    Then dissolve into mist
    And the fog closes in
    And you talk about Crowley
    You think it's a game
    But the game is just you
    When shall you stop hiding
    In the heart of your night
    When the cold darkness beckons
    Where the cold tramway stops
    And - Christ - I was thinking
    Of your bended arm
    "It's blue on the inside
    It's blue on the outside"
    You said, and then buckled
    As if you might die
    "There's no point in living!
    There's no point in life!"

    And sometimes I hear you
    At the back of my mind
    And a golden door opens
    But no light appears
    It closes at three
    But the time is now midnight
    Time all runs out
    And the sands are not solid
    "My foundation is solid"
    You said
    And you laughed
    But something was brooding
    Beneath your feet
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    And you ask about Nicholas
    And beg me for Crystal
    But HORSE runs speechless
    Through your wake
    And your dreams
    I'll build you a playground
    It's surrounded by crosses
    But you want a valley
    Where HORSE can run free
    We knew it was over
    When you started your lying
    It's hard to keep riding
    When your grip has grown slack
    It's hard to keep riding
    When your structure is sliding

    We were listening to lions
    At Fluntern with James
    We were ringing the tram
    To ride to the wake
    But I don't believe this world
    That has touched me
    It's hard to keep riding
    When the HORSE is the lord
    It's hard to keep riding
    When the HORSE is the lord
    And it's hard to believe
    When you worship dead flowers
    It's hard to love people
    Who struggle to stand
    On the back of black wings
    On the lake's shore
    At midnight
    Though Christ is impaled
    On the cross through His hands
    You'd make your own "story"
    And centre it on HOOVES
    There's spit on the saddle
    There's blood on the saddle
    And you slip in the shit
    You've shat in yourself
    And Christus is Equus
    And Equus is Lord
    And His mane flies with fury
    And the wind cuts through Him
    You follow in footsteps
    Trod by another
    Oh I wish I could hold you
    But you're destined to fall
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    I was thinking of you
    When the water froze over
    In a foreign land
    In a foreign town
    You prepare to go on a journey
    To pasture

    You said "Forever"
    It's a picture of nowhere
    I don't have your face
    Or comprehend you
    A bottle is ordered
    And I wait on another
    And the words flow as liquid
    And the pain starts to ease
    Oh do not pass judgment
    On those that fall
    For those that first fall
    Are the first that shall call you
    And those that fall after
    Into sadness and waste
    These bodies that fall
    Are red essence
    Red rain
    Train
    Train that rides
    To the heart of the dead
    When you're trampled by holes
    The holes come to you
    I don't know what to do
    When you offer me something
    You said you were joking
    But I felt it was true
    And I don't want to lose you
    I don't want to die
    But you cannot take silence
    You cannot take life
    When life's taken you
    And you cannot stop turning
    When you're bound on a wheel
    As the wheel keeps on turning
    You'll rise and then fall
    Thrown back to zero
    To fall and then rise

    As the sky fills with HORSIES
    That shudder and then stamp
    In the bloodred pastures
    Where no-one runs free
    Where the monkey is nailed
    To that wound in your arm
    When you see monkey carry
    Both chalice and spear
    The HORSE has a face
    That grins and then slides
    Back to the filthy stables
    To the born once again
    In the HORSE monkey year
    You'll be born for eternity
    Reborn to keep riding
    And carrying your burden
    The sound of the HORSE
    Is the sound of silence
    The act of the HORSE
    Is the trampling of life
    The breath of the HORSE
    Is then breath of bad moons
    The sign of the HORSE
    Is the sign of denial
    The jaws of the HORSE
    Eat up the universe
    The teeth of the HORSE
    Form sewers for rivers
    And the eyes of the HORSE
    Are sightless with stars
    The limbs of the HORSE
    Galloping mindless
    The love of the HORSE
    Masturbation eternal
    Pursuit of the HORSE
    Is the fruit for the hopeless
    The piss of the HORSE
    Smells of poppyred rivers
    The blood of the HORSE
    Is a snake with no ending
    From out of its body
    And then into yours
    And out of your body
    And then into fields
    To be ploughed back into mine
    Fields full of poppies
    And fields full of bodies
    They suck in the flowers
    They fuck in the dust
    Where they lie under wheels
    And they lie under stones
    The voice of the HORSE
    Is the sound with no meaning
    Four horsemen riding
    But only one HORSE
    Four horsemen riding
    But only one scythe
    With green vines spreading
    Up to the hilt
    And it's written in the mist
    Unto the world
    Golden triangle
    Full of red windows
    Red exits
    Red doors
    Re-entry barred
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    "A white medicine" he tells me
    In Kathmandu
    Tyre people drag bodies
    Crippled for coin
    sMan dKar
    People die for
    They give up their lives for

    They spew on their own
    As they spew on the others
    They care for themselves
    And the scum that they stable
    And the scum that they stable
    Is the scum they shall ride
    And the scum that they ride
    Is the scum that shall tumble
    The scum that shall trample
    Fall and destroy
    Enough to keep pumping
    When your fire's gone out
    Over the table we fall and we fall
    Slow-motion
    Stuck in a discarded film
    Ecce Equus
    Behold the HORSE
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    Yes, I just posted the entire lyric to the studio version of Current 93's "Horse".

    Fuck the haters.
  • We can do anything if we do it together.
  • For once, or maybe twice, I was in my prime.
    the straw runs down his arm and leg
    under the carpet out to the keg
    a secret party tonight at Point Loma
    and the hate in your heart you're hiding well
    but the booze on your breath is easy to smell
    there's a six-pack to hide
    on the Oral U side
    let's drive to oklahoma

    hide the beer, the pastor's here
    hide the beer, think of your career
    he might find out that we're human beins'
    and bring us all down to the rack and the ruin

    she had a beer as an evening snack
    when the 'scripture man' planned a sneak attack
    suspension's the buzz out at Wheaton
    as she packed her bags and gathered her books
    'scripture man' gave her that lustful look
    yes lust is his brew but no one sees through
    his minty fresh breath ain't reekin'

    when the coast is clear, you can kiss me, dear
    together we'll have hell to pay
    so wear a beard, the pastor's here
    put the "R" rated movie away

    yeah, hide the beer, the pastor's here
    hide the beer, think of your career
    he might find out that we're human beins'
    and bring us all down to the rack and the ruin

    hide the beer (biola!)
    hide the beer (bethel!)
    wear a beard (west mont!)
    hide the beer (calvin college!)
    hide the beer (azusa pacific!)
    hide the beer (liberty baptist!)
    hide the beer (san jose bible college!)
    hide the beer (bob jones!)
    hide the beer (taylor u!)
    hide the beer (california baptist!)
    hide the beer (gordon college!)
    hide the beer (calvin klein!)
    hide the beer!

    george fox, moody bible institute,
    seattle pacific, baylor, smu, pacific christian,
    jimmy swaggart u, john brown,
    anderson, eastern mennonite, fort wayne bible,
    grand rapids baptist, greenville, grove city, nyack,
    travecca nazarine, multnoma school of the bible,
    inland empire school of the bible, philadelphia college of the bible,
    whitworth spring arbor,
    and south & north western. . .
    northwestern!
  • For once, or maybe twice, I was in my prime.
    Jesus wrote a blank check
    One I haven't cashed quite yet.
    I hope I've got a little more time.
    I hope it's not the end of the line.
    Yeah Jesus wrote a blank check.
    One I haven't cashed yet all right.
    But if I had to choose a number
    I'd want it to be number one.
    I don't want to be number two.
    Yeah I don't want to be number four.
    But I can hear a knock on the door.
    Jesus wrote a blank check, all right.
    If Jesus saw me dying,
    Would angels come a flying down?
    I hope I've got a little more time.
    I hope somebody lends me a dime.
    Now, Jesus wrote a blank check.
    Ah, one I haven't cashed yet.
    Still I build my towers high.
    I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky.
    Still I wallow in the mire.
    Still I burn this earthen fire.
    Still I build my towers high.
    I watch them pierce the blue, blue sky.
    Still I wallow in the mire.
    Still I burn this earth in fire.
    Still I burn this earth in fire.
    Still I burn this earth in fire.
    Still I burn this earth in fire.
    Still I burn this earth in fire.
    Still I burn this earth in fire.
    Still I burn this earth in fire.
    Still I burn this earth in fire.
  • edited 2014-05-30 18:26:34
    For once, or maybe twice, I was in my prime.
    There's this feeling that I've got to leave
    Because the money is all out of reach
    I'm leaving home and I can't tell you sorry

    There's a lot of views
    But this is what I'm going through
    I'm leaving home because I can't make you nothing

    Can you look around
    For hope because I need it now
    Jesus Christ please help me 'cause I'm lonely

    What's the use in living
    If you can't make a good living

    What's the use in living
    If you can't make a good living
  • edited 2014-05-30 19:46:42
    For once, or maybe twice, I was in my prime.
    My double's sitting in another world
    My double's laughing in the heavenly places
    I am his double here, I can expect
    We'll be together when time is no more

    That's not so strange
    You've got one, too
    Behind your eyes
    Killing you
    (Behind your eyes killing me)

    I'm always failing to connect the dots
    Do I, Don't I get the picture?
    (This much is true) I'm his injustice sometimes
    I am his wrong
    It will be right again when
    Christ rules over

    See the ghost
    I tell you he's here
    Deep and dark
    Filled with fear (behind my eyes full of fear)
    Even so, (come quickly come)
    Even so, (come quickly come)
    Watch now as the two turn in to one

    You don't see me, (come quickly come)
    As well as I do, (come quickly come)
    I don't see myself, I don't see you
    Watch now as the one speaks now as two

    My double's sitting in another world
    My double's laughing in the heavenly places
    I am his double here, I can expect
    We'll be together when time is no more
  • edited 2014-06-01 00:05:17
    More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
    Ha, ha, ha, yeah! So many confusing things out there. So get your magnifying glasses on n***as and let's take a closer look at life!!!!

    The world is full of magical mysteries
    Puzzles unsolved since ancient histories
    Where does the sun hide at night?
    Did people really used to live in black and white?
    Is the world round? Is it flat?
    How come no one can tell me that!?
    Like what’s with islands, get more land!
    What’s with deserts, get less sand!
    What is Alaska? Who is Brazil?
    Isn’t a volcano just an angry hill?
    How did God think of dirt?
    Erasable pens make my head hurt!
    Metal, girls, iron, fire
    How'd they get my voice in a telephone wire?
    Why are pants different than shirts?
    Fucking blankets, how do they work?

    The world is full of mysteries.

    Yo, how do suitcases always know where to meet you, huh?

    So many magical mysteries.

    Are children small, or just far away?

    Why are there so many mysteries?

    Why do some mountains look like presidents?

    The world: stop trying to trick us please!

    What the fuck is a clock!?

    Now here is just a list of some stuff:

    Trees, a swan, a cape, a horse
    Triangles, witches, a different horse
    (horse, horse)
    Two horses!
    The whole world’s got ten thousand people
    And Santa Claus created all of us equal!
    Pyrid's little kids look just like Pyrid
    And my two kids look just like Pyrid
    Open your mind and shut off your brain
    The mysteries of life can’t be explained!
    So fuck you books!! We don’t need your tricks!
    And all you scientists can suck on dicks!

    Its all magic, ahhh, yeahhhh, n***as, life is a beautiful thing, ha ha! Miko fresh 2014. Ha ha, I’m gonna live forever!
  • My dreams exceed my real life

    Carnival of Carnage, The Ringmaster
    The Riddle Box, The Great Milenko
    The Amazing Jeckel Brothers and The Wraith
    Looks like were all out of time brother, everybody's out of time
    Fuck it, we gots to tell them

    All secrets will now be told, no more hidden messengers
    This is it y'all, time's up
    Everything be out, right here
    No need for the reverse talking, the truth

    Now, we have been told this carnival shit has touched out many lives
    People have fuckin' sworn to us, they too can feel it inside
    What is it that draws you in, this magic that compels you?
    We've been waiting six fuckin' joker cards to finally tell you

    The messages and hints were there
    All though most never picked up on them
    We snuck 'em in subliminally with that wicked shit around them
    We mentioned more and more of this on every joker's card
    The bottom line always the same, you ain't have to look hard

    We wickedly kick it, inflict it, you get it
    Get with it and dig, we don't preach it flat out
    'Cause some niggas don't wanna get with ya
    They quick to forget ya without the hatchet and gat out

    So we rose the hatchet, do or die, now Juggalos standing tall
    After all 6 have risen the end of time will consume us all
    It ain't got nothing to do with us, it ain't psychopathic records
    All we're doing is pointing this shit out to you, we in this together

    Who's behind the Dark Carnival, that gatherings and the hatchet?
    Who's behind Dark Lotus, the circus and everybody at it?
    Who invented Juggalos and Juggalette and fuckin' Faygo showers?
    What about that feeling you get when bumping our shit
    Who's behind these Juggalo powers?

    This ain't no fuckin' fan club, it ain't about making a buck
    Don't buy our fuckin' action figures bitch, I don't give a fuck
    It ain't about Violent J or Shaggy, the Butterfly or Seventeen
    When we speak of Shangri-La, what you think we mean?
    Truth is we follow god, we've always been behind him
    The Carnival is god and may all Juggalos find him

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