Post by Thank You For The Venom on Nov 17, 2005 23:26:24 GMT -5
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In this poisoned society...
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE LYRICS
"Thank You For The Venom"
Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on
I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red of the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
Preach all you want but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son
It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one,
and one,
and one,
and one
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
You wanna follow something
Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus x2]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
In the days, when society has reached it's ultimate potential for corruption without confronting the true apocalypse. Kids who should be in college are getting their heads blown off chasing tough ass bounty heads. THere's shrapnel in the bibles that remain, hope is lost, and those who chose to try and survive, wonder why, wonder why they're not dead yet, no matter how many times they face automatic artillery and the hellish "advancements" in weaponry. Suddenly, with the introduction of human enhancement material, syndicates and bastards of all types have the upper hand in the world, with abilities to jump higher, hit harder and handle cannons like handguns. They continue as they are, confronting modern day demons. If any of you have seen Final Fantasy Advent Children, that was sort of going for... Oh and there's no preset plot here...
Rules:
NO powerplaying or godmoding
NO idiots
NO perfect chars and not everyone has to be a sneering, egotistical, tough ass either...
Remember the human enhancing "materia" is not easily aqquired and is used sparingly.
... God I dunno I hardly ever make rpgs...
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
Name: Catherine Ravenheart
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Looks: Tall, lean, tan, very dark brown hair to midback, tipped red, crimson eyes, black roses tatooed over upper arms, heartagram tatooed between shoulderblades, nice sized scar on left shoulderblade
Rook sat nonchalantly against a broken brick wall, messing with weaponry. She was bent over her 'dragon's breath' when she sat up oredly and streached her left shoulder which often got stiff on her. A group of ten year olds scampered by with half loaves of bread in one hand and mini handguns in the other. She briefly remembered a time in her toddler hood when things had not been this way... Ah well, she'd grown accustomed to this life and was comfortable enough among chaos.
Enjoy.
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In this poisoned society...
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE LYRICS
"Thank You For The Venom"
Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on
I wouldn't front the scene if you paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red of the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
Preach all you want but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son
It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one,
and one,
and one,
and one
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
You wanna follow something
Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus x2]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
In the days, when society has reached it's ultimate potential for corruption without confronting the true apocalypse. Kids who should be in college are getting their heads blown off chasing tough ass bounty heads. THere's shrapnel in the bibles that remain, hope is lost, and those who chose to try and survive, wonder why, wonder why they're not dead yet, no matter how many times they face automatic artillery and the hellish "advancements" in weaponry. Suddenly, with the introduction of human enhancement material, syndicates and bastards of all types have the upper hand in the world, with abilities to jump higher, hit harder and handle cannons like handguns. They continue as they are, confronting modern day demons. If any of you have seen Final Fantasy Advent Children, that was sort of going for... Oh and there's no preset plot here...
Rules:
NO powerplaying or godmoding
NO idiots
NO perfect chars and not everyone has to be a sneering, egotistical, tough ass either...
Remember the human enhancing "materia" is not easily aqquired and is used sparingly.
... God I dunno I hardly ever make rpgs...
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
Name: Catherine Ravenheart
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Looks: Tall, lean, tan, very dark brown hair to midback, tipped red, crimson eyes, black roses tatooed over upper arms, heartagram tatooed between shoulderblades, nice sized scar on left shoulderblade
Rook sat nonchalantly against a broken brick wall, messing with weaponry. She was bent over her 'dragon's breath' when she sat up oredly and streached her left shoulder which often got stiff on her. A group of ten year olds scampered by with half loaves of bread in one hand and mini handguns in the other. She briefly remembered a time in her toddler hood when things had not been this way... Ah well, she'd grown accustomed to this life and was comfortable enough among chaos.
Enjoy.
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