Lets play a little music game

[EvilRedGuy]

This is how it works; You type the lyrics of the song and others try to guess what song it is and who its by. I start, you can add your own songs meanwhile ofcourse.


Mindless human faith
lays naked there to waste.
Neurotic choking eyeballs
fuel paranoid crazed cells.

Slide into darkness,
slither down the shaft,
Slide into darkness,
slighter down the shaft of hell.

Sterilized all contact points,
inhale if you want to breath,
dirty poison oxygen,
delivers Shiva need.

Movements mirror his subjects,
shifting through the lens.
Dirty shadow's dissipate,
dissolve into myself
slide into darkness
slighter down the shaft of hell.

Body parts bleached,
amputated feelings,
fluid core,
dismembered, dissolved into abyss.


Good luck. :rolleyes:

[fa2991]

I don't know how well this game works in the Internet era.

[Red Brigade]

Shifting through the lens by front line assembly

[anticap]

I don't know how well this game works in the Internet era.

Rule: Anyone who cheats has to sit out the revolution.


I haven't heard this song in years so these won't be exact...



Cold, cold eyes, upon me they stare.
People all around me, but they're all in fear.
They don't seem to want me, but they won't admit.
I must be some kind of creature, up here having fits.

From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside.
Although I'm filled with love, I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride.
So I play the part I think they want of me,
and I pull the shades so I won't see them seeing me...

Havin' hard times, in this crazy town.
Havin' hard times, with no love to be found.
Havin' hard times, in this crazy town.
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found.

From my party house I feel like meeting others.
Familiar face of creed and race; a brother.
But to my surprise, I find a man corrupt.
Although he be my brother, he wants to hold me up...

Havin' hard times, in this crazy town.
Havin' hard times, with no love to be found.
Havin' hard times, in this crazy town.
Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found.

Gettin' sick and tired of payin' dues...

Sleepin' on motel floors...

Knockin' on my brother's door...

Eatin' Spam and Oreos, and drinkin' Thunderbird, baby...

Had enough! of these hard times...

[EvilRedGuy]

Shifting through the lens by front line assembly


Damn didn't know there were fans here. Well bravo! :)