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Why I love Trent

Started: Wednesday, February 14, 2001 00:29

Finished: Wednesday, February 14, 2001 00:42

His music touches my soul. Deeply.

this is the first day of my last days
i built it up
now i take it apart
climbed up real high
now fall down real far

no need for me to stay
the last thing left
i just threw it away

i put my faith in god and my trust in you
now there's nothing more fucked up i could do

wish there was something real
wish there was something true
wish there was something real
in this world full of you

i'm the one without a soul
i'm the one with this big fucking hole
no new tale to tell
twenty-four years on my way to hell

[Bitscape's note: I modified that line for this use. The original lyric was "twenty-six".]

gotta listen to your big time
hard line
bad luck
fist fuck

don't think you're having all the fun
you know me
i hate everyone

wish there was something real
wish there was something true
wish there was something real
in this world full of you

i want to
but i can't turn back
but i want to

That's why i love trent. i worship at his fucking feet. if i were a chick, i'd want to have his abortion. if i were gay, he'd be the first man to fuck me up the ass.

but i'm not, and i'm not, so i just revel in the grand beauty of his music and poetry.

And no, I'm not suicidal or anything like that. Just trying to enjoy a little good music in an effort to make this bout of insomnia a bit more bearable.

And if this shit offends you, SURF SOMEWHERE ELSE for crying out loud!

don't open your eyes
the blind have been blessed with security
don't open your eyes
take it from me
i have found you can find
happiness in slavery

Doctor appointment tomorrow morning.