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im a big third eye blind fan. ill push songs like "thanks a lot," "losing a whole year" or "anything" on people because they are quick to judge the radio friendly songs they used to play on mtv or top40 stations.

 

this song is called "slow motion." it was decided on my dorms floor to be one of the few songs that would make it difficult to squeeze one off while listening to.

 

with that, here are the lyrics:

 

Miss Jones taught me English

but I think I just shot her son

cause he owed me money

with a bullet in the chest you cannot run

 

now he's bleeding in a vacant lot

the one in the summer where we used to smoke pot,

I guess I didn't mean it

but man you should have seen it

his flesh explode

 

slow motion, see me let go

we tend to die young

slow motion, see me let go

what a bloody nose

slow motion, see me let go

 

now the cops will get me

but girl, if you would let me

I'll take your pants off

I got a little bit of blow we could both get off

 

later baby, in the afterglow

two large coke we cut with drain-o

and your nose starts to bleed

the most beautiful ruby red

 

slow motion, see me let go

we'll remember these days

slow motion, see me let go

urban life decays

slow motion, see me let go

and at home

 

my sister's eating paint chips again, maybe that's why she's insane

i hear her moan in the morning, then i shoot smack in my vein...wouldnt you?

see my neighbor beating his wife because he hates his life,

hear a knock of his fist as he swings

oh man, what a beautiful thing

and just lie close to me, wont grow old to be

a junky-wanna creep

 

Hollywood's gonna praise my wrath

i'm the younger urban psychopath

I insight a murder

for your entertainment

cause I need the money

what's your excuse

the jokes on you

 

slow motion, see me let go... (X3)

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its more of a combination of the lyrics and the music itself but this song just has that "hopless" sound to it

 

this should be right I just copyed this by ear

 

Weightless Again by the Handsome Family

 

 

We stopped for coffee in the red wood forest

giant dripping leaves, spoons of powered cream

i wanted to kiss you but i wasn't sure how

like those indians lost in the rain forest

forced to drag burning wood wherever they went

they all had forgotten how to start a fire

 

this is why people OD on pills

and jump from the golden gate bridge

anything to feel weightless again

 

those poor lost indains

when the white man found them

most died of TB the rest went insane

in our motel room you are drinking slice and gin

reading moby dick on the other bed

remember the first time we slept together

you said it felt like when you learned to float

 

this why people OD on pills

and jump from the golden gate bridge

anything to feel weightless again...

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(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?

Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?

Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?

Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)

 

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell

Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies

God will probably have me on some real strict shit

No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked

Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion

She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger

I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2

Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)

I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red

I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head

The stress is buildin' up, I can't,

I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind

I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)

You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack

Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back

Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone

She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on

I reach my peak, I can't speak,

call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.

I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',

matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.

(BANG)

(hey yo big...hey yo big) :king:

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Guest JoeHatesCops

theyre this song that my dad used to play on his guitar, about this guy who rents a boat and takes this girl out for a ride and proposes to her, and when she says no, he throws her in the water, and he gets executed. its was mad long ago i head this, but it was pretty depressing.

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Guest serpent of the light

i'm listening to bal sagoth right now, but here are some depressing, i mean FUCKING AWESOME lyrics. these words always make my day better....

 

 

Swollen with liquid

Ready to burst

A load of my lymph

Will quench this dead body's thirst

One month in the grave

twisted and half decayed

She turned a putrid yellow

I pissed in her maggot filled asshole

Fucking the rotting

My semen is bleeding

The smell of decay

Seeps from her genital cavity

The smell was unbearable As I unburied her

I cum blood from my erection

I feel it run

down her throat, swallow

Eyes glassy and vacant

body dug up to play with

Skin greasy and naked

tonguing her rotted anus

I need a live woman

to fill with my fluid

A delicate girl, to mutilate, fuck and kill

her body exceptional

she thought I was normal

but I wanted more

I came blood inside of her

choking on the clot

gagging on the snot

gushing blood, from her mouth

bloody gel leaking out

Body buried in a shallow grave

Unmarked for none to find

The sickness I have left behind

Undetected go my crimes

The greatest thrill of my life

Violent, climax Serging serum on my skin

Back from the dead

I am resurrected to spew, putrefaction

 

cannibal corpse--"i cum blood"

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Wait 'til school's over, pu-pil are people to shoot through

Kids goin cuckoo, with a two-two

Since my fame is this new dude, in this high school

Losin his noodle learn that people don't like you

The football jocks is, spittin on him

Popular kids in school is now pickin on him

Burn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on him

And his teacher in his english class keep flippin on him

And now he's grounded with no allowances

for drinkin forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counselors

And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?

Already got expelled for wearin a trenchcoat

All I ever seen is.. {violence, violence}

Told me to keep silent, stepped back in my eyelids

It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at all

That's why I blew out my brains and murdered you all

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could some1 please give me a good site where i could download the slow motion song? i cannot have kaza or ne thing because of the firewall on my parents comp, and audioglaxy.com will not let me download slow motion. thanks in adavance

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You're not real anymore.

Your just an imaginary character that I like to

manipulate and fantasize about in my free time.

You don't exist to me at all.

You're nothing.

 

Silence.

 

I can control you.

I can change you.

I can make you long for me the way

I fucking long for you every fucking hour of every fucking day.

 

Silence.

 

I can make you want me and need me.

I can make you grasp my hand and caress my cheek.

I can make you smile at me the way you used to smile at me,

before the fall...before the end.

 

Silence.

 

You're a fabrication, right?

 

Silence.

 

And if you're not real,

then I have no basis to compare the smiles I

create with the ones I used to feel in real life, right?

 

Silence.

Sometimes when you used to smile at me,

I used to swear you loved me.

In those brief moments,

sometimes I would swear I could see more in your

face than just friendship.

 

But I guess just like this stupid theory of fabrication.

 

I was wrong.

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