| you are a curious mind wondering what im here to say....all i say is, weve entered a shadow zone. |
| When I think of heaven (Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
and all other instruments of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen I belong anywhere but in between
She's been crying I've been thinking And I am the Rain King
Mama, why am I so alone?
I can't go outside
I'm scared I might not make it home
I'm alive but I'm sinking in
If there's anyone at home at your place
Why don't you invite me in
Don't try to bleed me
I've been there before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been lying
I've been sinking
And I am the Rain King
Hey, I only want the same as anyone
Henderson is waiting for the sun
Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends
After all the dreaming I come home again...
When I think of heaven (Deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of dying Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God in the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to bleed me
I've been here before and I deserve a little more
I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She's been dying
I been drinking and I am the Rain King. |
| The truth behind the making of this site |
| To be hounest i dont know why i am making this site... i think it has to be the fact that i can never sleep at night and i just so happen to be on the net most of the night.
i never know what to write so i dont actual know what im going to put on this site so if you like, email me or leave me questions in my guest book then i will put them on here with answers, it will be random.
m8 staic-x is roking in my ears right now an im lovin the sound. |
| Description of the big bro scence like setting right know which has inspired me to make this site... |
| Am laying in bed with infared hed fones on listenin to static-x at high volume.
joe is bored so he decides to make a site.
it is now 2:48 in the fozes bedroom, an fozi is typing away on the keyboard progressing through this peice of text.
Who do you think will win the foz challenge?
to vote Foz txt blah blah blah to 455345
to vote Fallen angel txtblah blah blah bla to 6768765856
join us nxt time in fozi's completely fried an weird wonderful mind of cell like enclosure in the foz bedroom.
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| A little about me!1!1! |
| basically im not going to tell you about me because the majority of the net an wide world will never meet me, so you can create me to be anything... im just like an imaginary kinda person i dont exist unless you belive in me.
read the rest of the site you might be able to get a hold of what im like in real life,.
'theres blood on your wrist, you drew blood on my finger tip' |