<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:42:33.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infuriate: A collection of Poetry and Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688556122650371</id><published>2005-01-27T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:16:25.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such A Mess (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Such a mess&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I see&lt;br /&gt;You take reactions&lt;br /&gt;To places obscene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wars that have torn down our comfort&lt;br /&gt;Things that misguide us and steer&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not what you think you want&lt;br /&gt;Then can you say why you’re still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am secret unfolded&lt;br /&gt;You are the lie that protests&lt;br /&gt;We think we’re the fighters of morals&lt;br /&gt;But inside we are just clones of the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my blinded states&lt;br /&gt;There were no political crazes&lt;br /&gt;People were frozen&lt;br /&gt;In castles and placed upon stages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those unreachable days&lt;br /&gt;I was the one to be saved&lt;br /&gt;But since I’ve been taken&lt;br /&gt;And beaten and broken and now&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to take place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were cast into a mold&lt;br /&gt;We were what we were told&lt;br /&gt;We were what prisoners find&lt;br /&gt;Attractive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688556122650371?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688550963306615</id><published>2005-01-27T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:11:49.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>in winters without you&lt;br /&gt;i see myself&lt;br /&gt;from day to day with&lt;br /&gt;my warmth like my heart&lt;br /&gt;on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i taste sugar&lt;br /&gt;like your lips and&lt;br /&gt;smell you on the sharp&lt;br /&gt;frozen breezes&lt;br /&gt;that chain me to my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miles from where you&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;i took you from myself&lt;br /&gt;wrapped you up&lt;br /&gt;nice and tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fed you to the fall&lt;br /&gt;and did you even look back&lt;br /&gt;did you ever care at all&lt;br /&gt;i am the shadow&lt;br /&gt;of a spring you once knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but am no longer&lt;br /&gt;the strongest part&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;our last touch&lt;br /&gt;was candle lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you branded your&lt;br /&gt;name inside me&lt;br /&gt;that place you filled&lt;br /&gt;that no one could&lt;br /&gt;between my legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around my heart&lt;br /&gt;and we blew each&lt;br /&gt;other out&lt;br /&gt;like the winter&lt;br /&gt;kills the green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're sorry&lt;br /&gt;for the loss&lt;br /&gt;and haunted&lt;br /&gt;by that spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688550963306615?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688550963306615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688550963306615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688550963306615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688550963306615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/spring_27.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688544307137233</id><published>2005-01-27T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:15:52.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Score (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>I know the score&lt;br /&gt;I evened it out&lt;br /&gt;Took it outside&lt;br /&gt;And buried it deeper&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what keeps you&lt;br /&gt;From believing me&lt;br /&gt;Oh the light is growing dim&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have&lt;br /&gt;A shell for me&lt;br /&gt;To live in&lt;br /&gt;To live in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the way&lt;br /&gt;I rode on it’s back&lt;br /&gt;Made myself into&lt;br /&gt;A clay figure of you&lt;br /&gt;Where are you when you know&lt;br /&gt;That you need me&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up this little white lie&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you have&lt;br /&gt;A light for me&lt;br /&gt;To darken&lt;br /&gt;To darken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688544307137233?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688544307137233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688544307137233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688544307137233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688544307137233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/score-lyrics.html' title='Score (Lyrics)'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688542681451843</id><published>2005-01-27T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:12:11.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Just a little&lt;br /&gt;Rough around the edges&lt;br /&gt;Slightly faded&lt;br /&gt;Photos to weep for&lt;br /&gt;Things to keep for&lt;br /&gt;Sadder times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way up here&lt;br /&gt;The buildings beg&lt;br /&gt;Me down&lt;br /&gt;From where I walked&lt;br /&gt;So short of seeing&lt;br /&gt;The drop so swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that me&lt;br /&gt;Whispering quietly&lt;br /&gt;In your ear&lt;br /&gt;In that photograph&lt;br /&gt;You always wear&lt;br /&gt;Your hair so short&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes so bored&lt;br /&gt;For what its worth&lt;br /&gt;I always heard&lt;br /&gt;What you said&lt;br /&gt;I crawled inside&lt;br /&gt;Your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688542681451843?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688542681451843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688542681451843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688542681451843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688542681451843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/rough-lyrics.html' title='Rough (Lyrics)'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688530341240964</id><published>2005-01-27T20:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:13:01.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Object I Am (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Misses&lt;br /&gt;I know that you’re standing there&lt;br /&gt;Your ears are perked I can see&lt;br /&gt;The shower in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;With me in your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another gain to ship the shop&lt;br /&gt;Another simple line to drop&lt;br /&gt;A glass of beads&lt;br /&gt;To see me bend&lt;br /&gt;There you saw it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me sickness and still an object I am&lt;br /&gt;With my scars you want this illbred creature&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black glass&lt;br /&gt;Can I see the quickest version of it&lt;br /&gt;My quake is bright I can feel&lt;br /&gt;The power in your graces&lt;br /&gt;With my sand in your heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me sickness and still an object I am&lt;br /&gt;With my screams you want this illbred creature&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688530341240964?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688530341240964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688530341240964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688530341240964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688530341240964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/object-i-am-lyrics.html' title='Object I Am (Lyrics)'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688533826859610</id><published>2005-01-27T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:11:48.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promised Bliss (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>I am taking it away&lt;br /&gt;The puzzle piece we are&lt;br /&gt;Every edge is&lt;br /&gt;The wrong piece&lt;br /&gt;The dream is broken&lt;br /&gt;And we are still breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ask me&lt;br /&gt;To turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I’ve not the strength&lt;br /&gt;To flip the switches&lt;br /&gt;My aching feet are bleeding&lt;br /&gt;My happiness lies in stitches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the bliss you promised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fall apart in masses&lt;br /&gt;Group A group B group C&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are sicker poisonous gasses&lt;br /&gt;My words syringes full of heat&lt;br /&gt;This crime has made a name for me&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in this sick dependency&lt;br /&gt;Were we real in the autumn kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the bliss you promised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up from this reality&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up from this dependency&lt;br /&gt;Wake me from this seventh sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the bliss you promised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688525900978574</id><published>2005-01-27T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:14:31.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matches (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>What would you do&lt;br /&gt;If I devoured you&lt;br /&gt;With your little black book&lt;br /&gt;And my need for you&lt;br /&gt;An addiction to a pill&lt;br /&gt;With a bitter taste&lt;br /&gt;Has me running past you&lt;br /&gt;In a losing race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to face&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never stay in one place&lt;br /&gt;I have to learn&lt;br /&gt;Which match to keep&lt;br /&gt;Which match to burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than the words&lt;br /&gt;You used to give&lt;br /&gt;Are the glances I have&lt;br /&gt;Since received&lt;br /&gt;In your pretty blue speed&lt;br /&gt;And your tan and green&lt;br /&gt;And the simple words you use&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way&lt;br /&gt;You watched me play&lt;br /&gt;I have to see&lt;br /&gt;You’re no longer in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother said all that you&lt;br /&gt;Did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I noticed you were gone&lt;br /&gt;But not for long&lt;br /&gt;Instead of that hand upon&lt;br /&gt;My hips&lt;br /&gt;What I miss most of all is your&lt;br /&gt;Gentle kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to see&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never find me&lt;br /&gt;As I watch you go&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve always known&lt;br /&gt;Our love was a season&lt;br /&gt;Painted in white&lt;br /&gt;And summer is coming&lt;br /&gt;To clean up the bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688525900978574?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688522065303229</id><published>2005-01-27T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:07:00.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live A Lie</title><content type='html'>When my back is bent&lt;br /&gt;And coins have been collected&lt;br /&gt;Banks of babies to turn in&lt;br /&gt;Where you’re standing in&lt;br /&gt;The server’s tray&lt;br /&gt;The collector’s tin&lt;br /&gt;But what you were to us&lt;br /&gt;With your hands on hips&lt;br /&gt;And your jury unjust&lt;br /&gt;The queen of the crown&lt;br /&gt;Sugar palace licked clean&lt;br /&gt;Coming down to bow&lt;br /&gt;And you look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you got it right&lt;br /&gt;This time no train to come&lt;br /&gt;Silver shredding the sky&lt;br /&gt;The order of things you seem&lt;br /&gt;To bring have honey on the&lt;br /&gt;heels of their king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688522065303229?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688522065303229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688522065303229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688522065303229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688522065303229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/live-lie.html' title='Live A Lie'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688512990585250</id><published>2005-01-27T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:13:32.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill The Moon (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Kill the moon&lt;br /&gt;With just one shot&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you&lt;br /&gt;What you forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill two birds&lt;br /&gt;With just one stone&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;In the tv drone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs you taught me&lt;br /&gt;That I forgot&lt;br /&gt;Places we used to go&lt;br /&gt;But now cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing still&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the moon&lt;br /&gt;Break it apart&lt;br /&gt;A piece for you&lt;br /&gt;A piece for my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you didn’t think&lt;br /&gt;There was anything left to prove&lt;br /&gt;But what have you left to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688512990585250?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688512990585250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688512990585250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688512990585250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688512990585250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/kill-moon-lyrics.html' title='Kill The Moon (Lyrics)'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688508429471408</id><published>2005-01-27T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:12:37.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Between (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Rest your weary head&lt;br /&gt;Capitalist and dead&lt;br /&gt;The fever’s broken&lt;br /&gt;Got my ribs&lt;br /&gt;Things reaching up&lt;br /&gt;From in their graves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m their slave&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not&lt;br /&gt;Grey and broken&lt;br /&gt;Lost it in&lt;br /&gt;Depths reached by&lt;br /&gt;Reaching over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy your eyes can shine&lt;br /&gt;And burn holes in mine&lt;br /&gt;Got something you need&lt;br /&gt;Got something you need&lt;br /&gt;Whats in between&lt;br /&gt;Stays in between&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burdened soldier&lt;br /&gt;At my door&lt;br /&gt;Some weary delusion&lt;br /&gt;I’ve an antidote&lt;br /&gt;But wrote it to you&lt;br /&gt;A post it note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m its witness&lt;br /&gt;Be that as it may&lt;br /&gt;I’m mother to your lover&lt;br /&gt;Sinking in&lt;br /&gt;Places shined in&lt;br /&gt;Pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy your eyes can shine&lt;br /&gt;And burn holes in mine&lt;br /&gt;Got something you need&lt;br /&gt;Got something you need&lt;br /&gt;Whats in between&lt;br /&gt;Stays in between&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688508429471408?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688508429471408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688508429471408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688508429471408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688508429471408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-between-lyrics.html' title='In Between (Lyrics)'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688503307733080</id><published>2005-01-27T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:13:51.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>Chill of you&lt;br /&gt;Moving in&lt;br /&gt;Grating&lt;br /&gt;Sick of this&lt;br /&gt;Attention span&lt;br /&gt;Fading&lt;br /&gt;To voice not&lt;br /&gt;What I feel&lt;br /&gt;I touch what&lt;br /&gt;Was never real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to ice&lt;br /&gt;I turn to ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days of change&lt;br /&gt;Growing out&lt;br /&gt;Never in&lt;br /&gt;Denying me&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Of sin&lt;br /&gt;Caught in this&lt;br /&gt;Hook through jaw&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever taste sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or feel pain at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to ice&lt;br /&gt;I turn to ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688503307733080?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688503307733080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688503307733080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688503307733080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688503307733080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/ice-lyrics.html' title='Ice (Lyrics)'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688499440831454</id><published>2005-01-27T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:14:04.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Abigail (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>May she always be quiet in summer&lt;br /&gt;And warm in the winter&lt;br /&gt;If only in him&lt;br /&gt;May her veil be white&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;All the ponies she’d stolen from him&lt;br /&gt;May her skin never fold&lt;br /&gt;And her rains never fall&lt;br /&gt;In old age may she still be fresh&lt;br /&gt;What her mother’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have been in her skies&lt;br /&gt;Will separate her from the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little dove&lt;br /&gt;Little desperado&lt;br /&gt;Little me in my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Me with a foot in my grave&lt;br /&gt;Little love&lt;br /&gt;Little wedding guest&lt;br /&gt;One more kiss on this eye&lt;br /&gt;I will lay her to rest&lt;br /&gt;Near the juniper trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her house and her pictures&lt;br /&gt;Never shall fade&lt;br /&gt;She’ll never know&lt;br /&gt;What others had in store&lt;br /&gt;Her keepsake trash&lt;br /&gt;Her timbered artifacts&lt;br /&gt;Leaving with a cradle disease&lt;br /&gt;Leaving trailing some heated sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little dove&lt;br /&gt;Little desperado&lt;br /&gt;Little me in my footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Me with a foot in my grave&lt;br /&gt;Little love&lt;br /&gt;Little wedding guest&lt;br /&gt;One more kiss on this eye&lt;br /&gt;I will lay her to rest&lt;br /&gt;Near the juniper tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688499440831454?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688499440831454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688499440831454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688499440831454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688499440831454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/hurricane-abigail-lyrics.html' title='Hurricane Abigail (Lyrics)'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688494958121978</id><published>2005-01-27T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:14:49.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>German (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>So we went to barcelona&lt;br /&gt;With our hands inside the net&lt;br /&gt;And we talked about the recourse&lt;br /&gt;Of our developments&lt;br /&gt;Cause the rain falls sideways&lt;br /&gt;When you’re going under here&lt;br /&gt;And the trees that tried to become the bride&lt;br /&gt;Are driving too quick to steer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother may I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And write my name in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;We traveled by plea in our uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;To the german in his eye&lt;br /&gt;To the german in his eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrapped myself in colors&lt;br /&gt;Beside which I could stand&lt;br /&gt;And developed my own twinkling lie&lt;br /&gt;In the eve of his arise&lt;br /&gt;Cause the days come only&lt;br /&gt;When the mornings can suffice&lt;br /&gt;For the feeling of his coming&lt;br /&gt;Has shattered porcelain skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother may I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And write my name in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;We traveled by plea in our uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;To the german in his eye&lt;br /&gt;To the german in his eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take from here&lt;br /&gt;That dries the starfish in the lake&lt;br /&gt;How many truckers have fed him&lt;br /&gt;This affinity they’d baked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother may I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And gather heather for my wings&lt;br /&gt;We charted the sea with no guarantee&lt;br /&gt;To the german in his eye&lt;br /&gt;To the german in his eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the german in his eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688494958121978?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688494958121978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688494958121978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688494958121978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688494958121978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/german-lyrics.html' title='German (Lyrics)'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688488965668536</id><published>2005-01-27T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:15:02.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkest Black (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>The darkest black&lt;br /&gt;you've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;arose tonight&lt;br /&gt;inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you thought&lt;br /&gt;i'd never know&lt;br /&gt;in me has found&lt;br /&gt;a place to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you thought&lt;br /&gt;I'd never see&lt;br /&gt;has made a home&lt;br /&gt;inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you thought&lt;br /&gt;you'd win in lies&lt;br /&gt;created something&lt;br /&gt;dark inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head&lt;br /&gt;in my home&lt;br /&gt;i will exist&lt;br /&gt;at all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your choice&lt;br /&gt;in your crime&lt;br /&gt;you burned all&lt;br /&gt;i had left inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688488965668536?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688488965668536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688488965668536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688488965668536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10347561/posts/default/110688488965668536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/2005/01/darkest-black-lyrics.html' title='Darkest Black (Lyrics)'/><author><name>CMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287180917940776747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.infuriate.org/chris.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10347561.post-110688477721695547</id><published>2005-01-27T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:15:35.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood (Lyrics)</title><content type='html'>The other side of promise&lt;br /&gt;Waiting like shadows&lt;br /&gt;To cover worlds&lt;br /&gt;Bargained by it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underneaths of scars&lt;br /&gt;Dripping rubies red&lt;br /&gt;Under surfaces&lt;br /&gt;Below terrains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veins carry me&lt;br /&gt;Through you&lt;br /&gt;Blood on the blade&lt;br /&gt;You have aired me&lt;br /&gt;Out and now&lt;br /&gt;I see the sun seconds&lt;br /&gt;Before I’m done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mapped out&lt;br /&gt;The charts to take&lt;br /&gt;To find the thickest&lt;br /&gt;Chord to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have run&lt;br /&gt;Into muscle&lt;br /&gt;I have skimmed&lt;br /&gt;Your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10347561-110688477721695547?l=infuriate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infuriate.blogspot.com/feeds/110688477721695547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10347561&amp;postID=110688477721695547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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