././ THIS SPACE FOR RENT? ././ ARTIST :+ Die Symphony ALBUM :+ Ugly Like Me (CDS) LABEL :+ BMI Records YEAR :+ 2002 GENRE :+ Metal RLS DATE :+ 00/00/0000 RIP DATE :+ 11/19/2002 SIZE :+ 5MB RIPPER :+ ViLE [track listing] #01 Ugly Like Me 3:50 ======================================================================================= [release notes] Die Symphony hails from St. Charles, MO this is their new cd single, Ugly Like Me Vile Lives.. but you still dont matter. www.diesymphony.com .... . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . -> you whacky twacked out bastards! !!!EXPERIENCE PAROXYSM.. sneak peak!!! //[The Boy With The Bruised Mind eD#1]// ==================================== Take me to the store, I think i'm defected. The trees are rotting and bending to the ground, watch the emotion of innocence collapse before you into misfortune. I run but the truth tries to set me free.. so I RUN, i'm paranoid! Glass shaping into images of the unholy. Indians holding babies and dancing, SO I RUN! i'm paranoid! Quickly they chase me, the truth will not be set free! Mental games of mass-importance thrown toward me in the form of unforgiving razor-blades. Melting mental situation, it makes me RUN! i'm paranoid! Watch the sun rise and shape into my paradise, time has been cut short, but theres my sign. So i Leap. Sinking forward threw collections of forgotten memories, a never-ending fall begins, so my disease has no end. I'm paranoid. FUCK THIS, insanity cured by cold steel and fire-dust this is what seems so right to me. Walls start to melt once again is it time to comfront my end? Breathe. I close my eyes and watch images of confusion swirl uncontrolably CONTROL THIS! Once again I Fail. Once again I Fall. I grip the pistol and place it against my temple wondering what hell i'll jump in Maybe I shouldn't do this, but this logic is masked by my confusion.. I pull the trigger, this is the end another victim of a boy without friends. A wasted life of a child who noone knew, his death without reason merely because of voices in his head, voices created by the lack of social reality this world didn't provide. His funeral goes with nothing said, his mother and father are the only ones who attend. No rememberance of what this child was, just a lost soul who had been labeled an outcast for his lack of words. Words that would paint a beautiful potrait on many mental-planes but hold no significance to the common-man. His mind was constantly filled with images of genius, scrambled thoughts that he couldnt decipher, so the child took his final life-turn in hopes to come to a greater understanding, we blame him.. but who is really at fault? *** Need to get in touch? No need.. but visit #gB and see what you can't discover, and help those guys out! - happy one year anniversity you gEE bEE fucks.