Self medicating, craving punishment
Blaming myself for a world on fire
No more shame, no more pity
No more
We rise from the ashes
I will suffer
I will burn
Let the hate prevail
Enslave my soul
But I'll never surrender
Silent words from a bleeding mouth
Swallows pride with a swollen tongue
Everything is nothing, life in a shallow grave
Too ashamed to feel joy life collecting dust
No more shame, no more pity
No more
We rise from the ashes
I will suffer
I will burn
Let hate prevail
Enslave my soul
but I'll never surrender
I will suffer
I will burn
Let hate prevail
Enslave my soul
but I'll never surrender
Mental cancer hijacks your brain
Denying the reality you created for yourself
We rise from the ashes
I will suffer
I will burn
Let hate prevail
Enslave my soul
but I'll never surrender
I will suffer
I will burn
Let hate prevail
Enslave my soul
but I'll never surrender
Never surrender
Never surrender
Never surrender
Never surrender
Never surrender
Never surrender
Never surrender
Never surrender
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Never Surrender was released on August 6, 2010 by the band CombieChrist. The lyrics appear to tell of a man who’s suffering from a drug addiction, likely amphetamines, and is casting away that part of himself. He will never surrender to the cravings of his addiction ever again, and that’s the purpose of the tagline : NEVER SURRENDER!
Henry, Tell your wife everything
Henry, put the Bible under your hand/head
Henry, bite your lip if she says,
"Do you love me? Do you love me?"
Henry, what's the chaplain to say?
When your alley cat'n after the wake
And all the filthy Johns can say
"Oh let's be bad, Henry....Let's be bad, Henry"
Wife bedside, the good sons says his goodbyes
A voice from a pine box
Come to me, come to me, come to me
Wife bedside, the good son says his goodbyes
Come to me, come to me, come to me
Wife beside, the scarlet woman waits outside
Sweet heart's wicked spine is a dastardly tool that maps out my sidelines
Wife bedside, do you want to meet your god?
Did you crush her hand?
As she kicked and she jerked and she cursed at the pain?
The girls you got inside? Tell me every time you tried
Tell me everything
Come to me, come to me, come to me
Come to me
I am a hacking cough
That tickle in your throat
In an unmade bed in Mexico
You will catch my cough, you will catch my cold
Hey, hey, no one needs to know
Just put it in your mouth
No snail trails have blackened
It's like it never happened
I won't be a henpeck
I'll infect it
I've done so many bad things
I never seem to get clean
No pecking order please
I've done too many bad things
Come get it help yourself
Come see it for yourself
We're raising glasses high, dirty as all hell
In sickness and health, in sickness and health
So would you drink after me?
I've been a good boy, I'm squeaky clean
A pretty please in the motel, the snails without shells
In sickness and health, in sickness and health
So don't be so alarmed
You're being harvested and farmed
Every time I continue to breathe
You wipe your nose on my sleeve
Every time I don't drive off a cliff
Every time I don't chop off my lips
I've been taken to swallowing pennies
For the apocalypse that's surely coming
Come get it, help yourself
Come see it for yourself
We're shaking rubber gloves up to the shelves in hell
In sickness and health, in sickness and health
So would you sleep where I sleep?
In with the bed bugs and bad beliefs
I don't mean to make it seem
Like we're salmon upstream
But are you afraid, are you afraid of me?
поздравляю с днём рождения! желаю счастья, крепкого здоровья, безграничной любви, успехов в твоём творчестве, чтобы всё было хорошо в твоей жизни, огромной удачи, исполнения самых заветных мечт и достижения целей
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Первый раз попробовала нарисовать от пятна.
Хоть какой-то скетч -- на большее мой мозг сейчас не способен.
Небольшая искренность. Мне сейчас непросто даётся творчество. Я на 27-м дне приёма антидепрессантов, и по ощущениям я овощ. Мозг работает медленно, постоянно клонит в сон (ирония в том, что у меня одновременно бессонница и нарколепсия, вот такой парадокс).
Из-за этого в рисовании образовался замкнутый круг: я не позволяю себе рисовать что-то просто так, вне работы над коммишенами, а сама работа даётся с трудом, потому что требую от себя максимума, на который сейчас не способна. И от этого кажется, что я качусь назад и деградирую.
Но сегодня, в честь дня рождения и моего 22-летия, можно же позволить себе что-то просто для себя, да?
Вот такой оффтоп.
Спасибо, что вы здесь.
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