So basically this is a revival or re-vamped version of a previous thread I had quite some time ago, post your favourite lyrics here, also in addition you could put your own lyrics here, say for example, lyrics that you think would make a good song.

Anyway this song is called Explode with the rage, I am not sure which artist produced it but I liked the start of it:
At the start:
There is nothing to fear...
I have total control...
There is no need to run...
They can't get you at all...

Roar like the wind
Crash-load like the thunder
Slash slash like the sword
They tremble with horror and fear
Bring the strongest, fiercest enemy to his knees
Burn like the flame
Explode into fire

Okay so overall the beat of the song isn't really all that good but I liked the lyrics and really that is what counted, I would say I love the riffs at the start in-between the sentences, here is the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlESN-ZPjgg

A haiku for platypus
Platypus is great,
Platypus is the everything,
Platypus is peng.

A poem of platypus
Platypus is brown,
Platypus is great,
Hail the platypus,
else there'll be rape.

So you want lyrics? OK!

I love little girls they make me feel so good
I love little girls they make me feel so bad
When they're around they make me feel
Like I'm the only guy in town
I love little girls they make me feel so good

They don't care if I'm a one way mirror
They're not frightened by my cold exterior

They don't ask me questions
They don't want to scold me
They don't look for answers
They just want to hold me
Isn't this fun
Isn't this what life's all about
Isn't this a dream come true
Isn't this a nightmare too

(Repeat first verse)

They don't care about my inclinations
They're not frightened by my revelations

Uh oh take a second take
Uh oh it's a mistake
Uh oh I'm in trouble
Uh oh the little girl was just to little
Too little, too little, too little
Isn't this what life's all about
Isn't this a dream come true
Isn't this a nightmare too...

And I don't care what people say
And I don't care what people think
And I don't care how we look walking down the street

I want to kill everybody in the world want to kill everybody in the world o e e o e e e o o e e o e e e o I want to eat your heart I want to eat your heart

I want to kill everybody in the world I want to kill everybody in the world o e e o e e e o o e e o e e e o I want to eat your heart I want to eat your heart

I want to kill everybody in the world I want to kill everybody in the world

I want to kill iiii I want to kill iiii

I want to kill everybody in the world I want to kill everybody in the world o e e o e e e o o e e o e e e o I want to eat your, want to eat your I want to eat your, want to eat your

I want to kill everybody in the world I want to kill everybody in the world

I want to kill iiii I want to kill iiii

I want to kill I want to kill

I want to kill I want to kill

I want to kill I want to kill

I want to kill I want to kill

I want to kill I want to kill

I want to kill I want to kill

I want to kill I want to kill

I want to kill I want to kill

Glitch.. wat r ya doin.. glitch.. stahp...

We pushed our plugs too far inside
We tear our hearts out and
Then we fight

This fucking thing that I feel
It came to me from you
This fucking thing that I feel
Because of you
My childhood is gone
Because I loved you
My childhood is gone
Because I loved you

Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kd6e_ZfTyqI

Take seat youngin'; Stay around for spell
I got a little story that I wanted to tell
Would ya
Please stick around, take a listen and see
Cause back in my day, things were always grand as can be

Now all the
Streets were paved gold and gems; Glimmerin'
Lightin' up the skies at noon; This town is shimmerin'
Waitin' on nobody cause we got stuff to do
Cause we through with the new
We're talking old school, kids, that's just what we do!

Back in the day, it was the prime of the time
Imagine all the greats singing together in rhymes
and listening together on old Gramaphones
and old Radios it was a hell of a time

Let me tell ya youngin', man the old days were grand
You could walk down to the beach and plant your hooves in the sand
You didn't have no worries
All was grand as can be
So everybody take a listen
Open your eyes and see

Chorus:

So trot with me through the autumn leaves
And keep close to stay warm
Soon you'll see how much you mean to me
Feelings I've never felt before

Verse 2:

Skippi-do-bop was the name of the game
Swinging like crazy everyone goes insane
It's like a game except everyone wins
Why isn't music like that, anymore?

My god everything is such a bore now
Everything's the same thing over again
With all that hippin' and the hoppin'
and the bippen' and the boppen'
They dunno what the jazz is all about, you see

You'll look back at your days
I'm sure you'll experience it sometime
cause when you grow old
everything seems cold
and new generation will arrive

(Chorus)

Dark Valentines. I wrote the lyrics.

{Verse}

I never wanted it to be.
A violent, tradgic memory.
Of all the things you made me see.
You never even in your life wanted me.
And after all the things you made me do.
And now, I'm getting through with you.
Or is that to much for you to chew?
I thought that nothing could change my love for you.
As nothing could change the sky from blue.
But the sky in my heart's turned red.
Sometimes I wished I were dead.
I can't think of a reason to get out of bed.
Besides to get a gun and blow a hole through my head.
Powder to smoke through the barrel of my gun.
Ashes to dust my life is gone.
This betrayal has confused me where to run.
What a tragedy, irony that wrong has won.

{Chorus}

So look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Life's an open book so read it to me.
Take my heart and hold it.
Take my gun while it's loaded.
And let's forget it all.

Atreyu - The crimson.

(WARNING! The lyrics are really dark, you have been warned.)

I feel it welling up inside
And Robert Smith lied,
Boys do cry and with
Blood tears in my eyes I’m an Anne Rice novel come to life.
I can’t hide the monster… anymore.
One can, only feel desolate for so long until
One starts to change into
Something the mirror doesn't recognize.
Metamorphosize.
The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim,
Fresh meat for carnal desires,
To become, what I became.
I viewed the sun for the last time.

Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim's blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.

And it pulses through,
The desire to change the day, to deconstruct
All of my,
All of my, past failings.
But where to begin, because when you live in sin
It’s hard to look at saints,
Without them reflecting your jet black aura back on you.
And all I have is hope
My inner burn’s not fading,
I’ll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day.

Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.

And all I have is hope
And all I need is time
To bury in pine under six feet of time
The lies I told me about myself.
Claw my way out,
Pick the splinters from under my fingernails.
I won’t lose hope,
I won’t give in.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
Just live and breathe, try not to die again.
I try not to die again.

Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.

Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips.(When you taste my victim's blood)
My heart is dead and so are you.

Korn - Twisted Transistor

Hey you, hey you
Devil's little sister
Listening to your
Twisted transistor

Hold it between your legs
Turn it up, turn it up
The wind is coming through
Can't get enough

A lonely life
Where no one understands you
But don't give up
Because the music do

Music do, music do
Music do, music do
Music do, music do

Because the music do
And then it's reaching
Inside you
Forever preaching

"Fuck you too!"
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted transistor

Hey you, hey you
Finally you get it
The world ain't fair
Eat you if you let it

And as your tears fall on
Your breasts, your dress
Vibrations coming through
You're in a mess

A lonely life
Where no one understands you
But don't give up

Because the music do

-Shortened-

Yeah, that's right. Skrillex, Bare Noize, Foreign Beggars.

L.A., London, Dubai 'Bout to get rowdy right now. Yeah. I'm an all time fighter, I make the next guy look like an actor. So the mandam wail like they matter, when I touch mic I see the men scatter, And they wanna talk big, but when it comes to big it they bout to get splatter, So I tell them to relax yourself, go home to your mom and stop being a catta Many guys wanna parr, many guys lookin to take this thing far Many guys lookin to be some big star, but soon enough them man about to get slappa So there's no need for chatter, no need for anything cheap and that's that Anybody making a ting to get smacked up, back up, fam no need to sound back

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum

You're just another pawn in my game, another God figure pour in the rain, I'm a raw one, too much of a force to contain, And I'm forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain, By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame, And I pit the scripts too much for the mandem, And I keep calm when more shits a spray, and when I'm letting off as if I had a clutch on a magnum. See you making at me in the fashion, most of these mc's are straight gassin, Yeah they getting paid on the JSA, like it's something like guy got draper from Mad Men. Bagging up while I'm racking hits by the minute, I'm sick with the lyrics, so you best be backin up Chatta with a little more flex, doesn't matta cause when I ratatat bars watch the bare man scatta

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum

When I touch mic I see the men scatta Scatta, as if I had a clutch on a magnum