Bitter forums hang under the care of the skeleton tree
Its roots rest above the settling dust
Which will rise and fall, only this time will not return
Bitter forum dead weight, this world must change
The name on your grave, was it born of you?
Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo,
Burning a cross in honour of you,
Blood stained tears run acid yellow
In the shade of the skeleton tree
Bloodshot eyes blind a motherless child, more dead than alive
Left drowning for breath, silent screams fill the air
With mercy on your lips, death became an angel in your grace
Bitter forums dead weight, this world must change
Bitter forums dead weight, this world must change
The name on your grave, was it born of you?
Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo,
Burning a cross in honour of you,
Blood stained tears run acid yellow
In the shade of the skeleton tree
In the scope of time, it was only yesterday ago
So lets change, lets change tomorrow
Bitter forums dead weight
Bitter forums dead weight
Bitter forums dead weight, the future can’t wait..
Bitter forums dead weight
Somebodys looking down, somebodys looking down, somebodys looking down
- Billie Myers (with improvisations by me) -
Originally posted by kw72ukThe first sentence implies the forums used to be non-bitter. The second sentence suggests it has always been bitter. Such hopeless posts give rise to the very hostility you are bitching about.
My what a bitter place the forums are these days. I guess some things never change - at least they're reliably bitter. 🙂