maybe "cyanide" maybe "poiiiiiiiiiizon"

frogbat · 01-12-2001, 02:35 PM

Cyanide threatened with suicide
Cyanide oh how she snide
Cyanide for the love I denied
Sparkling and crystallised

Lied Tied Hide� Cyanide
Ride Tried Died�. Cyanide

Ohh from the outset goin
Through the planes of fantasy
Save yourself from your own self
Save yourself from your own self from�

Put on hold chosen to be told
Your soul�s load�s been sold
There�s no need for money
No need for money no need for

In my country I have no conscience
In my subconscious I have no country
Love won�t kill the feeling
But it won�t kiss the ceiling

In another man�s shoes I have no dreams
In my dreams I have nothing attached to my feet
Hate is so devout
Perturbed but a tart

Perhaps shouldn�t �ave wanted to shock
I could have stuck with Hemlock
Or else there was that other chick
Everyone did and called her Arsenic

Sour bitter pill� sweetest design
Crushed sliced powder� can be mixed ice
Embedded in the rings of destiny
I crouch and cower

Don�t want to succumb to the swing and the sway of
Cyanide�
But I did and am I still alive
And that�s the was I feel
The soul�s sweet sweat leads
To the quashing of the heart and mind�s misdeeds
Oh how sweet to surrender to cyanide

was going to forget to credit Radiohead's "idioteque" for this one

[This message has been edited by frogbat (edited 01-12-2001).]

zooropamanda · 01-13-2001, 03:22 AM

whole lotta female imagery going on in the corner of late.

Now we're arsenic

very caustic froggie.

'In my country I have no conscience
In my subconscious I have no country'

Cool lines. Your poetry always confuses the hell out of me, guess that's what makes it so damn interesting.

01-12-2001, 02:35 PM	#1
frogbat The Fly Join Date: Jul 2000 Posts: 290 Local Time: 03:18 AM	maybe "cyanide" maybe "poiiiiiiiiiizon" Cyanide threatened with suicide Cyanide oh how she snide Cyanide for the love I denied Sparkling and crystallised Lied Tied Hide� Cyanide Ride Tried Died�. Cyanide Ohh from the outset goin Through the planes of fantasy Save yourself from your own self Save yourself from your own self from� Put on hold chosen to be told Your soul�s load�s been sold There�s no need for money No need for money no need for In my country I have no conscience In my subconscious I have no country Love won�t kill the feeling But it won�t kiss the ceiling In another man�s shoes I have no dreams In my dreams I have nothing attached to my feet Hate is so devout Perturbed but a tart Perhaps shouldn�t �ave wanted to shock I could have stuck with Hemlock Or else there was that other chick Everyone did and called her Arsenic Sour bitter pill� sweetest design Crushed sliced powder� can be mixed ice Embedded in the rings of destiny I crouch and cower Don�t want to succumb to the swing and the sway of Cyanide� But I did and am I still alive And that�s the was I feel The soul�s sweet sweat leads To the quashing of the heart and mind�s misdeeds Oh how sweet to surrender to cyanide was going to forget to credit Radiohead's "idioteque" for this one [This message has been edited by frogbat (edited 01-12-2001).] __________________

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01-13-2001, 03:22 AM	#2
zooropamanda Rock n' Roll Doggie VIP PASS Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Smile, you're reading my post Posts: 6,515 Local Time: 01:18 PM	whole lotta female imagery going on in the corner of late. Now we're arsenic very caustic froggie. 'In my country I have no conscience In my subconscious I have no country' Cool lines. Your poetry always confuses the hell out of me, guess that's what makes it so damn interesting.