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50 songs challenge yet again.

Somtimes I feel disgusted by how people try to portray pain as beautiful and disconnected from those they affect...then I realize that I do the same or similar things with my so-called "art". There are times when I totally hate my androgynous people and think that there's no way in hell anyone could see themselves in them. They're too static and "pretty" to show any real emotion. I tried to illustrate some of those feelings here.

Now for the song itself: "Faster" by the Manic Street Preachers

"I hate purity
Hate goodness
I dont want virtue to exist anywhere
I want everyone corrupt

I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave

I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented

I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell

The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude Im draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing

Sleep cant hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows arent clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
Ive been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else

I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell

So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything"

Lyrics(c) Manic Street Preachers/Sony

Materials used: Pen, marker, the Obituary section from today's newspaper.

Description
50 songs challenge yet again.

Somtimes I feel disgusted by how people try to portray pain as beautiful and disconnected from those they affect...then I realize that I do the same or similar things with my so-called "art". There are times when I totally hate my androgynous people and think that there's no way in hell anyone could see themselves in them. They're too static and "pretty" to show any real emotion. I tried to illustrate some of those feelings here.

Now for the song itself: "Faster" by the Manic Street Preachers

"I hate purity
Hate goodness
I dont want virtue to exist anywhere
I want everyone corrupt

I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave

I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented

I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell

The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude Im draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing

Sleep cant hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows arent clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
Ive been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else

I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell

So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything"

Lyrics(c) Manic Street Preachers/Sony

Materials used: Pen, marker, the Obituary section from today's newspaper.