Z-Old Release: Pleasure Death - January 1998

Part I: White Stuff Want to get high? Want to die? Why do you need this stuff? Its killing you inside The white stuff, that is yr dreams The white stuff, that is yr obsession The white stuff, that is yr death. Part II: Hey man, I saw you. You were there when they killed that one lass she was a good ol' girl, messed with the wrong people They ripped her up inside, I couldn't help but cry, it hurt her so. Now she has seen, alas too late, that they had only ill will toward her. She was just wanting a little love, they gave it to her, or so she thought, and now she is dead. Her inner beauty is destroyed, dimmed and now she has a bastard for a child. And the father and the others she slept with, are just doing the same ol' act. Part III: Make Me Feel Good All Night Long Come on we find the new kicks, come on we find the new chicks Come on come on come on! Lets go find that one chick ol' Manny was tellin' us about. I heard she's real fast, go for her man! There she is, make yr move! Ooooooooooooooooooooooh! Didn't that feel good!! What's that man?  Oh, sorry to hear that. Didn't know she had AIDS. Part IV: Music By the Devil Lose yrself in the waves man Come on, ain't that nice? Feel yrself sway in rhythm Ain't that one hell of a groove? Hear that crazy noise, get yr fix Who cares what it does to yr soul. It feels good right? Part V: Lust Me All Night Long Ah yeah, lil' chil', let those images float thru yr mind. Damn, that looks good!  Just show a little more. Just what would it look like from this angle? Ain't this a good time, ain't this the way to be? Gets you all work up, ah yeah. So what if it kills yr innocence So what if it ruins the real thing for you So what if you cheat yr future spouse because of this So what if it tears you inside out in the long run? So what if yr children can reap yr foul harvest? It feels good right? Part the VI: Ultimate Pleasure Death Results Pain was to real felt so sharp it hurt so bad lets do it again, we're addicted that ain't no lie Hurt me like hell, do it again god-da, that felt so hard whip me like in the old days it gets me high, this new pain even though it kills, I cannae live canna live without it stab me in the back, harder cut out my heart, watch the blood its pumping in yr hand now eat it, crush it, kill it, my pain has done me in and I don't know any more. Life is not worth living never has been, never will beWritten January 1998, posted October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 02:37 AM PST, Michael Edward London    contemporary • dark • life • other • pain • personal • sad • society • spiritual • weird