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About corporations...
alternative goth dazzle the blue cell bluecell michael patrick the deep blue cell
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Gothic, Grunge, Industrial, Punk, Hardcore, Metal, Ambience, Soft Goth, Metal, Alternative
Simply, I am a solo artist who seeks shows in the northern Nevada State area. I have full gear and I am ready to go. My project is called the Blue Cell.
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Genre
Rock • Goth Rock
Charts
Peak #1,490
Peak in subgenre #42
Author
Michael Patrick
Rights
Etherdose 2002
Uploaded
September 14, 2004
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
By dad worked hard for IBM, Intel, and other large companies. They overworked him to the brink and after working 6 day weeks and never giving him time off, he died of a heart attack when I was 23. He was a health fanatic and exercised all the time. Stress can kill even the most positive and healthy man out there. They squandered his passing and found the cheapest possible methods to provide for his funeral although he helped design a certain defense weapon that was used in the Gulf War. I suppose that's a corporation for you.
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Look at the people outside..as they live their lives... Just tell me the reasons...which one is the 7th suicide.. Bury themselves..sad souls are never free... What a disgusting monopoly... Bribing the demon as it comes inside.. Tell me that there's no other reasons why.. If you feel like you're "nobody".. then you're no one at all.. Just another ant in the hill..a number to fall... Don't ever change your mind... People living like their blind...and just is suicide..and waiting just to take a piece of life...and they get nothing.. they get nothing... Just a broken stone and made out of not that.."some wasted time not a wasted life".. Tell me there's no one even you know.. To bleed ....to breed to see....and need that you DON'T NEED TO SUCCEED.... succeed.. Just to succeed in your lullaby.. I'm not saved from my fate, from my eyes.. from my fears...from my desires... Everything that I just sit around and it takes me to pieces.. and I will never set free.. and I was never set free.. Come in slow...slow and no one's home..wasting your time as you waste your life.. I put the blood on the table....for you.. Slowly knowing nothing's left..and "no means no...there's just love here.." Just to see you fade away and.. just to see myself decay in... It's self suicide...!
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