Oh, Mrs. O
Will you tell us where the naughty children go?
Will you show
How the sky turned white and everybody froze?
Heaven knows how they got into the fireplace,
But everybody's saying grace,
And trying to keep a happy face

And, oh, Mrs. O
Will you teach us how to keep from getting cold?
Out we go and you watch us as we face the falling snow
What a show with our hairdryers aimed heavenwards
And fifty foot extension cords
You really have a way with words

The truth won't save you now
Oh, oh, oh
The sky is falling down
Oh, oh, oh
Watch the vultures, count the hours
April trains may bring strange showers

Oh Mrs. O
Will you tell about the time they made you go
All alone to the palace where they took your only clothes?
We all know
There's no Hell and no Hiroshima
Chernobyl was a cover up
The world is really all in love

And, oh, Mrs. O
Will you leave us hanging now that we are grown
Up and old?
Will you kill me if I say I told you so?
We all know
There's no Hitler and no Holocaust
No Winter and no Santa Claus
And yes, Virginia, all because
The truth won't save you now
Oh, oh, oh
The sky is falling down
Oh, oh, oh
Everything they ever told us
Shakes our faith and breaks their promise
But you can stop the truth from leaking
If you never stop believing...

by Dresden Dolls

ooc: sorry about taking so long, but reheating chinese food always comes first in my life.


sam rocks out with his.....rock out.

Acts of Hate takes the stage to a huge ovation. "Alright," Sam says, grabbing the mic. "Our friends were good..but we're going to be fucking great. I wanna see a fuckin' circle pit!" the band launches into 'Mechanical Christ', holding nothing back. Unfortunately, halfway through the song, Neil looses a drumstick, causing him to finish the song halfassedly. As the song comes to a halt, he searches for another stick and Sam surveys the crowd. "Alright, this is a new song. This song is called "Lubricated Laceration Fornication!" - it's a real family oriented song!"

Darkness will soon cover this once righteous life
nothing but an effigy daunting the annihilation.
What was immaculate, now stained with impurity,
watching this torso turn corpse,
blood dripping from intestines as they are ripped from inside out,
the struggle for exhalation, a need to fulfill my obsession as pale turns blue,
the desire to penetrate the dead become overwhelming.
Now, a trophy to remember my first, a sense of completion,
the stench of her rotting organs now linger for eternity.
My seed is growing slowly in this lifeless carcass.
Life as a dirty fucking whore has brought you here to decay.
Now, take this blade.
Thrust it deep inside the torso, sifting through entrails.
The feast will soon begin.
The time has come.
I must consume the mess I've made.
Devour her insides cold, the taste of dead empowers me.
Limb by limb, feasting till there is no more, once a lady of the night rots inside of me.
I now control the victim.
I've tasted the meat of the dead.
Torn flesh ripped from the carcass now becomes a part of me.
One with the dead,
I've become one with the dead.

as the song comes to an end, Sam throws the mic stand into the crowd. "This is the last song - if any of you find the bashing of christianity tiresome....just give me five more minutes." The band rips into "Mark of Cain" and the crowd goes wild, leveling everything in sight. When it ends, Acts of Hate jumps off stage to embrace fans and friends alike.