Zitat von wiesel1988:

Rettet lieber die wale uns lasst die EMOS verrecken!!!!!

Dumme Emokinder!!!

Zitat von Irish-Heart:

''Zwei Dinge sind unendlich, das Universum und die menschliche Dummheit, aber bei dem Universum bin ich mir noch nicht ganz sicher.''

Zitat von wiesel1988:

was hier? EMO-Kinder sind nich nur häslich sondern auch noch dumm was habt ihr dagegen auszusetzen????

Zitat von wiesel1988:

was hier? EMO-Kinder sind nich nur häslich sondern auch noch dumm was habt ihr dagegen auszusetzen????

Zitat von wiesel1988:

Strange, fick dich,scheiß emos geht net auf mein Profiel, das is ja peinlich!
euch doch mahl an! Was wollt ihr eurer Umwelt zeigen? das man auch als normahler bürger wie nen Penner aussehen kan?
Ritzt euch, labert den ganzen tag nur scheiße, macht was euch gefällt aber lasst euch saben das 80% der Menschheit euch nur zum auslachen findet! ir seit genauso eine unbeachtete Randgruppe wie Nazis! EMO = Toastbrot
Toastbrot iq = 0

Zitat von wiesel1988:

Strange, fick dich,scheiß emos geht net auf mein Profiel, das is ja peinlich!
euch doch mahl an! Was wollt ihr eurer Umwelt zeigen? das man auch als normahler bürger wie nen Penner aussehen kan?
Ritzt euch, labert den ganzen tag nur scheiße, macht was euch gefällt aber lasst euch saben das 80% der Menschheit euch nur zum auslachen findet! ir seit genauso eine unbeachtete Randgruppe wie Nazis! EMO = Toastbrot
Toastbrot iq = 0

Zitat von wiesel1988:

Strange, fick dich,scheiß emos geht net auf mein Profiel, das is ja peinlich!
euch doch mahl an! Was wollt ihr eurer Umwelt zeigen? das man auch als normahler bürger wie nen Penner aussehen kan?
Ritzt euch, labert den ganzen tag nur scheiße, macht was euch gefällt aber lasst euch saben das 80% der Menschheit euch nur zum auslachen findet! ir seit genauso eine unbeachtete Randgruppe wie Nazis! EMO = Toastbrot
Toastbrot iq = 0

Zitat von Irish-Heart:

dieser text strotzt nur so von falschen klischees und dummheit

Zitat von wiesel1988:

Strange, fick dich,scheiß emos geht net auf mein Profiel, das is ja peinlich!
euch doch mahl an! Was wollt ihr eurer Umwelt zeigen? das man auch als normahler bürger wie nen Penner aussehen kan?
Ritzt euch, labert den ganzen tag nur scheiße, macht was euch gefällt aber lasst euch saben das 80% der Menschheit euch nur zum auslachen findet! ir seit genauso eine unbeachtete Randgruppe wie Nazis! EMO = Toastbrot
Toastbrot iq = 0

Zitat von Boehse1992:

wenn du bisschen Hirn hättest, dann würdest du jetzt nicht so ne scheiße hier verbreiten

hast du dich schon mal mit Emos auseinander gesetzt ?
hast du schon mal mit Emos persönlich geredet?

das ist ihre Lebenseinstellung, wenn du keine Ahnung hast, wieso sie Emos sind, dann solltest du dich mal erst informieren

Note: Nicht jede/r, die/der sich als Emo bezeichnet ritzt sich ! Das sind zwei paar Stiefel !!!

Zitat von -_DISASTER_-:

`` emptiness has darkened my eyes
as I hopelessly beg for my life to end
...tell me why...``
=
`` leere hat meine augen verdunkelt - während ich hoffnungslos gebettelt hab mein leben zu beenden - sag mir warum ``

Zitat:

Map the words to deny, deny the symptoms, as 'oh yeah I'm doing fine', as I've found a most endearing psychosis.
Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. Desperate as I am I just can't strip bare and bleed the only purity I've known.
But I lay with reason. Found logic concieved in a walk with skin. I sleep with reason producing these monsters.
Under painted catcalls as in temptation. yeah there's a key to be in, but there's no shade, no shade to blame.
Waterfalls in a cool grey, and the struggle is colored grey this day. The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.
Our picture plane is veiled in central neutral grey. Absinthe to slight the pain. This world's this worst case color scheme.
Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he threw the switch, with some unwieldy gauge, absence of light remains.
I lay with reason so logic can reap in a walk with sin. El sueno razon produce monsinios.
When does this dream end? Now I've missed another whole season,
I've missed the fall, clearly its fallen on this land as fields once green are ochre now.
This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below the surface skin of ground.
Stitched between the earth and the sky struggling to hold it down.
Sometimes to realize you have to lose track, lose track of sight blurring my vision makes it clear that tiny moving parts make up the whole.
The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride, I cry in the shade that if offers, the only shelter I have.
When does this dream end? This is no dream. This is the waking living breathing caricature of a memory.
Shamelessly I cave in to temptation of creation. But still my only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets.
The caw of crows fills up the picture plane. This is your picture plain in central neutral grey.
This world's this worst case color scheme. Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence of light remains.
Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to die behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity.
In the space of a smile I found sleep. As in sorrow, so shall ye reap, as in reason so shall ye sleep.
Reap the promised end to the struggle. Reap every point on our linear path.
Reap the smiles in time we borrow, every harvest relies on the last.
Reap the promising song of the sparrow, that they learned from the birth of sea.
Silenced by the threnody of the crows. Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree.
But I witnessed in all this silence one souls definition of beauty. and a backlit smile so temporary.
A facade so rich with evil history. Cast in direct opposition set to overwhelm this moment to shine and sleep-
came out on top of what was borrowed, and found all that beauty to be still.
Every breath as in sorrow, reap the promised end to this path, by every image that we borrow, every harvest depends on the past.
Subdivide in factions our linear parabola, we subdivide our waking hours to sleep.
While guilty eyes turn toward a porchlight, enlightenment is losing sight.
Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. In this low light town when my shift begins the streets reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow in the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red, your vehicle the color of expansion.
"Open up." the latter just a thought to thrill me "knock knock knock" the latter just a thought to thrill me.
"Red" is a four letter word. Four letter invitation. Now my head is locked in the direction of the sun...
Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble prose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to leave behind.
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. I know its all been done before, I want to do it again. I want do it again.
Kill the switch.
This night our journey's through the dark.
Kill the switch, a welcome comatose, tonight we journey through the darkness.
As in sorrow, so shall ye weep, as in reason, so shall ye sleep.

Zitat:

preliminary thought übersteigt den verstand wissentlich oder auch nicht ganz egal welches leben an eurem zerbricht all this waving of indignation welcomes simple anwers to this complexity reason whispers in economics when disparity demands escapes polished propaganda for approval there's a hidden plot to everything you're bringing out the dead again and again yesterdays shadows and all their guilt all your footprints lead to ruins it's all you have ever known and everything will stay the same allowing nothing to change and it's so sad the price of oil dictating the value of life wahtching from the sidelines we all end up in the swing of things same ploy as before completely utterly fucked

Zitat:

they said the numbers were at equal they set the tone, i feld divided the calculations were a sure thing I didn't buy it I took the line, I took the time, tried to spread out I couldn't find a single sign, that felt the same your 10 is my 2 and in the contrast, where are you, where are you, what's your name I checked your figures I reassessed and rassigned in order to try and find how you got your numbers but the wouldn't match; I guess the test is not the only thing that's blind the scales were weighted tilt it left, tilt it right, until it suits you needs how you got your numbers doctor results to fit the goal, a tempered guarantee i vacate these educations safely saving all divisions away from the scales you're swinging and the decision's the autoclave it's creating the pressure releasing me unsure

Zitat:

In his nightmare, black rain fell and clogged their first kiss. Now suffocating, she dies in his arms. Now their love is a floating ghost, as she turns into ashes and the wind sends her crumbling into the setting sun...her love was a vampire.

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[Person 1:]
"close my eyes
Pull my heart strings
Pour my tears from your hands
'connections are never easy,'
You said empty words
Empty soul
I believe that we are afraid of one another"

[Person 2:]
"And I, I believe that you have died within me"
... I fade from myself
I miss you again
I fade from myself
I miss you again... again
(what have we got?)
Bloody broken and hidden away
I seek the rope from which we will hang
Or so it seems
Or so it seems
The dance of flesh on flesh has rendered us blind

[Person 1:]
"I look into eyes, I look into stone
It's better to be stepped on than left all alone...
So now I choke on yesterday when I was someone
And I wonder where 'forever' went
And how our 'everything' came undone
I opened my eyes and the heaven beneath us died."

Zitat:

Just because i can't change everything,
doesn't mean i can't change anything.
Dance on the ashes of what was and fall head first in what could be.
Beyond the barricade...is there a world you long to see?
To envision a world without chains but recognize that we,
as individuals, can only chip away at the links.
One at a time, day by day.


To have the ability to wage quiet wars in our everyday lives,
and recognize the subtle victories when they happen....
An opinion changed by something you said.
A lifestyle adjusted by what you suggested.
A brighter path taken with directions you gave.
A world revealed by what you did.
One brick today is one less for tomorrow.

Zitat:

As with their previous album, the majority of the songs are related to fables and the members' "favorite stories" compiled from The Brother's Grimm.

Zitat von Flopchop:

okay wie es scheint, weißt du genauso wenig von Emo