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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:eey0re.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>Some deep shit</title><link rel="self" href="http://eey0re.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://eey0re.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T02:01:06+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:eey0re.blog.co.uk,2007-04-29:/2007/04/29/one_more_two_more_everyone_wants_more~2181217/</id><title>One more, two more everyone wants more</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://eey0re.blog.co.uk/2007/04/29/one_more_two_more_everyone_wants_more~2181217/"/><author><name>Eey0re</name></author><published>2007-04-29T18:29:29+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:29:29+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;One more two more everyone wants more&lt;br&gt;
Draining me, nothin's the same, everything's like before&lt;br&gt;
The smell of decaying souls makes me sick&lt;br&gt;
I'm tryin to run thru it but it's to thick&lt;br&gt;
Like running in to a glass wall&lt;br&gt;
Why get up to another fall?&lt;br&gt;
I'll stay done, and await my maker&lt;br&gt;
Going to sleep, hoping I wont wake up&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://eey0re.blog.co.uk/2007/04/29/one_more_two_more_everyone_wants_more~2181217/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:eey0re.blog.co.uk,2007-04-29:/2007/04/29/lies_from_a_bottle~2178050/</id><title>Lies from a bottle</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://eey0re.blog.co.uk/2007/04/29/lies_from_a_bottle~2178050/"/><author><name>Eey0re</name></author><published>2007-04-29T01:39:12+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:39:12+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I just need another drop&lt;br&gt;
One more time will help me stop&lt;br&gt;
Never again, just this one time&lt;br&gt;
One more drink and then Ill be fine&lt;br&gt;
Is it that hard for you to understand?&lt;br&gt;
Ive got control, Im in command&lt;br&gt;
I know Ive messed up before&lt;br&gt;
But I really need some more&lt;br&gt;
Ive had such a bad day&lt;br&gt;
I need something to stay the same&lt;br&gt;
As it used to be, like nothing changed&lt;br&gt;
Its all fucked up, the whole worlds deranged&lt;br&gt;
Just a glimse of joy and hope&lt;br&gt;
Something at the end of the rope&lt;br&gt;
That atleast, for now, seems pure&lt;br&gt;
Is it that bad to want something more?&lt;br&gt;
Fuck that shit, I've had it with the lies&lt;br&gt;
Sooner or later both you and me dies&lt;br&gt;
So Ill smash that bottle for good&lt;br&gt;
If you where me, Im sure that you would.&lt;/p&gt;
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