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I am trippingstarr. I like to jam on my guitars, go out with my friends, party, write poetry, draw, & chat. I like to write music & stuff like that....If you happen to have the tab to White Trash by Marilyn Manson--the acoustic version performed by Tony Wiggins(Danzig's bus driver)....& it is NOT tabbed by SHLEESTAK...then mail it to me!!! I have been looking for it forever!! I would be eternally grateful!!!!!! I am fully aware that these pictures have almost nothing to do with anything else on this page, but I don't care!!!! I like them---if you don't---that's tough! 
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The sky is dark And black as night The whole world Is full of fright Conflicting vibes From the spirits confuses them all Can you feel it? You start to shake- Tears sting your eyes- You flip a card, A part of you dies. The spirits say This is a lesson. What did you learn? From this session. What did you do - To earn such pain, To shake with Fear In th pouring rain. Lightning strikes- Thunder clatters- In the end-- Your reality shatters.  | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Above the shattered earth- | Under the polluted sky- A peircing scream rang out, As a spirit lets out a cry. Acry to those still here- To those that do still dwell, Upon this dying world, That is soon to be pure hell. A world that once was great- So beautiful it touched his heart- But we all screwed it up, And each of us did our part. Who will suffer in the end? Who will take the blame? For ruining a world once so pure- But to some its all the same. What will happen later on? -After industry takes hold-- When society sits on their couches, And swears they were never told. They roam about pretending, They pretend to be deaf & blind, They pretend to be immune- Its material possesions over mind. What will the rest of us do- Those of us who care-- When society won't listen, But the consequence we share. When the world is seconds from doom- Then what will society say? It will be too late to listen-- For it will be our final day. Will we say "I told you so- I told you this would be" If we try to make our point- And once again they fail to see. They'll say that they are sorry- They'll pray to "God" above- They will plead for one more chance- To treat our planet with love. It will be too late for those-- For those that do pretend. But others will be chosen- To peice the earth together again. at least that is what I believe- Whether you beleive it or not-- I also believe society is wrong & the "pretenders" need to be shot. 
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I am trippingstarr. I like to jam on my guitars, go out with my friends, party, write poetry, draw, & chat. I like to write music & stuff like that....If you happen to have the tab to White Trash by Marilyn Manson--the acoustic version performed by Tony Wiggins(Danzig's bus driver)....& it is NOT tabbed by SHLEESTAK...then mail it to me!!! I have been looking for it forever!! I would be eternally grateful!!!!!! I am fully aware that these pictures have almost nothing to do with anything else on this page, but I don't care!!!! I like them---if you don't---that's tough!
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The sky is dark And black as night The whole world Is full of fright Conflicting vibes From the spirits confuses them all Can you feel it? You start to shake- Tears sting your eyes- You flip a card, A part of you dies. The spirits say This is a lesson. What did you learn? From this session. What did you do - To earn such pain, To shake with Fear In th pouring rain. Lightning strikes- Thunder clatters- In the end-- Your reality shatters. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Above the shattered earth- | Under the polluted sky- A peircing scream rang out, As a spirit lets out a cry. Acry to those still here- To those that do still dwell, Upon this dying world, That is soon to be pure hell. A world that once was great- So beautiful it touched his heart- But we all screwed it up, And each of us did our part. Who will suffer in the end? Who will take the blame? For ruining a world once so pure- But to some its all the same. What will happen later on? -After industry takes hold-- When society sits on their couches, And swears they were never told. They roam about pretending, They pretend to be deaf & blind, They pretend to be immune- Its material possesions over mind. What will the rest of us do- Those of us who care-- When society won't listen, But the consequence we share. When the world is seconds from doom- Then what will society say? It will be too late to listen-- For it will be our final day. Will we say "I told you so- I told you this would be" If we try to make our point- And once again they fail to see. They'll say that they are sorry- They'll pray to "God" above- They will plead for one more chance- To treat our planet with love. It will be too late for those-- For those that do pretend. But others will be chosen- To peice the earth together again. at least that is what I believe- Whether you beleive it or not-- I also believe society is wrong & the "pretenders" need to be shot.
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