Decided To Go Emo

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BLACK HOLE SUN
WANT YOU COME
AND WASH AWAY THE RAIN!

BLACK HOLE SUN
WANT YOU COME
WANT YOU COME... (WANT YOU COME (adlib))

CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECE
THIS IS MY LAST RESORT
Whatever the rest of the lyrics is

WHEN I WAS
A YOUNG BOY
MY FATHER
TOOK ME INTO THE CITY
TO SEE A MARCHING BAND (drum rolls)
SHE SAID ONE DAY

 

[symphony]

Not emo in the slightest

 

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[Vermilioncore]

Beastiality

 

[Caspian]

Are you middle eastern? what's your ethnicity.

 

[Deleted member 95912]

thats not what emo means kill urself

 

[PlayersGetPlayed]

Just realised I spelled won't wrong

 

[Eriot Lodger]

Bro's got some cheek definition Style your hair with a flat iron. My brother ascended 1.5PSL when he straightened his locks!

 

[PlayersGetPlayed]

Bro's got some cheek definition Style your hair with a flat iron. My brother ascended 1.5PSL when he straightened his locks!

I'm keeping the curls.

 

[Orc]

(Verse 1)
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In shadows deep where the echoes scream,
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The Norwood Reaper waits, a harbinger of dreams.
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His scythe, a silver crescent slicing through the night,
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A chilling whisper tells of your impending blight.
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(Pre-Chorus)
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Your pride, a fragile thread, he tears with glee,
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A harvest of your weakness, setting your spirit free.
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While the winds howling moan a dirge for your soul,
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You dance on the edge of an abyss, unwhole.
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(Chorus)
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Oh, Norwood Reaper, with your scythe so keen,
​

Shear away my fleeting locks, in your grasp I scream.
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Annihilate my essence, let the darkness abide,
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As I wander to the shadows, the dark side calls me wide.
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(Verse 2)
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Beneath the cold moon, his gaze pierces deep,
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The scythe gleams with hunger, as the souls start to weep.
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In a field of nightmares where the lost ones lie,
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An orchestra of sorrow, beneath the raven's cry.
​

(Pre-Chorus)
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With every flick of steel, your fate is sealed tight,
​

The Reaper's grip is fate, a shadow wrapped in spite.
​

You cannot escape his call, nor the echo of your sins,
​

The Norwood Reaper rises, let the dark night begin.
​

(Chorus)
​

Oh, Norwood Reaper, with your scythe so keen,
​

Shear away my fleeting locks, in your grasp I scream.
​

Annihilate my essence, let the darkness abide,
​

As I wander to the shadows, the dark side calls me wide.
​

(Bridge)
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In the cold embrace of the eternal night,
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He beckons with eyes that extinguish the light.
​

You are but a whisper, a ghost in his realm,
​

As he steers your ship to the depths of the helm.
​

(Verse 3)
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The clock strikes twelve, your time's running thin,
​

With a skeletal grin, he beckons you in.
​

Your fears are his feast, your agony his wine,
​

As the Norwood Reaper claims what's rightfully thine.
​

(Chorus)
​

Oh, Norwood Reaper, with your scythe so keen,
​

Shear away my fleeting locks, in your grasp I scream.
​

Annihilate my essence, let the darkness abide,
​

As I wander to the shadows, the dark side calls me wide.
​

(Outro)
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So accept your fate, let the silence grow,
​

The Norwood Reaper waits, in the depths of your woe.
​

With a final snip of pride, your spirit he'll ignite,
​

As you vanish in the darkness, swallowed by the night.​

 

[PlayersGetPlayed]

(Verse 1)​

​

In shadows deep where the echoes scream,​

​

The Norwood Reaper waits, a harbinger of dreams.​

​

His scythe, a silver crescent slicing through the night,​

​

A chilling whisper tells of your impending blight.​

​

(Pre-Chorus)​

​

Your pride, a fragile thread, he tears with glee,​

​

A harvest of your weakness, setting your spirit free.​

​

While the winds howling moan a dirge for your soul,​

​

You dance on the edge of an abyss, unwhole.​

​

(Chorus)​

​

Oh, Norwood Reaper, with your scythe so keen,​

​

Shear away my fleeting locks, in your grasp I scream.​

​

Annihilate my essence, let the darkness abide,​

​

As I wander to the shadows, the dark side calls me wide.​

​

(Verse 2)​

​

Beneath the cold moon, his gaze pierces deep,​

​

The scythe gleams with hunger, as the souls start to weep.​

​

In a field of nightmares where the lost ones lie,​

​

An orchestra of sorrow, beneath the raven's cry.​

​

(Pre-Chorus)​

​

With every flick of steel, your fate is sealed tight,​

​

The Reaper's grip is fate, a shadow wrapped in spite.​

​

You cannot escape his call, nor the echo of your sins,​

​

The Norwood Reaper rises, let the dark night begin.​

​

(Chorus)​

​

Oh, Norwood Reaper, with your scythe so keen,​

​

Shear away my fleeting locks, in your grasp I scream.​

​

Annihilate my essence, let the darkness abide,​

​

As I wander to the shadows, the dark side calls me wide.​

​

(Bridge)​

​

In the cold embrace of the eternal night,​

​

He beckons with eyes that extinguish the light.​

​

You are but a whisper, a ghost in his realm,​

​

As he steers your ship to the depths of the helm.​

​

(Verse 3)​

​

The clock strikes twelve, your time's running thin,​

​

With a skeletal grin, he beckons you in.​

​

Your fears are his feast, your agony his wine,​

​

As the Norwood Reaper claims what's rightfully thine.​

​

(Chorus)​

​

Oh, Norwood Reaper, with your scythe so keen,​

​

Shear away my fleeting locks, in your grasp I scream.​

​

Annihilate my essence, let the darkness abide,​

​

As I wander to the shadows, the dark side calls me wide.​

​

(Outro)​

​

So accept your fate, let the silence grow,​

​

The Norwood Reaper waits, in the depths of your woe.​

​

With a final snip of pride, your spirit he'll ignite,​

​

As you vanish in the darkness, swallowed by the night.​

Beautiful.

 

[ThraxxGlo]

you look like you just found out about depression

 

[Deleted member 85196]

Lmao "emo" then posts those lyrics. Please try to go emo just to fail and look like a retard.

 

[PlayersGetPlayed]

Lmao "emo" then posts those lyrics. Please try to go emo just to fail and look like a retard.

Enlighten me about some real emo bands, oh great intellectual