This is a motherintercourse in' invitation

[Geno]

So God darn easy to write this
you make it spill on the page
So drunk on yourself, self-righteous
A laughing stock of your own intercourse ing stage

Oh but I ain't one to call names
Or throw stones in a house of glass
You try me

This is a motherintercourse in' invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a motherintercourse in' invitation
You try me

Just one time you got a reason
Heard you had nothing to lose
A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation
It must be easy to lose

Oh but I ain't one to call names
Or throw stones in a house of glass
You try me

This is a motherintercourse in' invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a motherintercourse in' invitation
You try me

You can tell the same lie a thousand times
But it never gets any more true
So close your eyes once more and once more believe
That they all still believe in you

Just one time
This is a motherintercourse in' invitation
The only one you could ever need
This is a motherintercourse in' invitation
Just one time

This is a motherintercourse in' invitation
Ya' try me

Just one time
Just one time

Ya' try me

[ME86]

Dear Diary:

Mood: Apathetic.

My life is spiralling downward.
I couldn't get enough money to go to the
Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert.
It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs
like "Stab My Heart Because I Love You" and
"Rip Apart My Soul" and of course,
"Stabby Rip Stab Stab".
And it doesn't help that I couldn't
get my hair to do that flippy thing.
Like that guy from that band can do.
Some days you know...

'I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You'd be non-conforming too if
you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression,
most just call me a fag
'Cause our dudes look like chicks,
and our chicks look like dykes
'Cause emo is one step below transvestite!

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo

I'm dark, and sensitive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sister's mascara now
I'm grounded for a week.
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can't get through a Hawthorne
Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me,
it's never any fun.
They say they already have a vagina-y,
they don't need another one

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo

My life is just a black abyss,
you know, it's so dark.
And it's suffocating me.
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Grabbing hold of me and tightening its grip,
tighter than a pair of
my little sister's jeans...
which look great on me by the way.

When I get depressed I cut my
wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting
dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and
wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black
and cry during classes
I'm just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth,
You can read me "Catcher in the
Rye", and watch me jack off.
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right!

I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw XBox, i play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hit my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be eemo

My parents just don't get me, you know.
They think I'm gay just because
they saw me kiss a guy.
Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000s.
Can't 2 ... or 4 dudes make-out with
each other without being gay?
I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways.
I don't know diary,
sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me,
you're my best friend...

I feel like tacos.

[…]

 
Everything I ever need to know
I learned at the punk rock show
The punks should know

How to throw an elbow or a fist
A spitting world of hit and miss
A violent kiss of that and this

But hold on, hold on
I'll never be quite punk enough
Hold on, hold on
I'll never be quite punk enough for you

Ever since I first learned how to spit
I wished I were a punk rock kid, a punk rock kid
I never really knew quite what to do
I'll never be as punk as you
As punk as you, as punk as you
And your tattoo

But hold on, hold on
Punk is more than leather jackets
Hold on, hold on
Punk is dead but pop was never cool
What are we gonna do?

[Judas]

I'm going to say that threads with only lyrics are bad.  :robotsad: