You gotta banana, you don't need no snack pack! (muskrattribe) wrote in emolyrics, @ 2004-03-11 09:29:00

Current mood:	tired
Current music:	Orgy STILLLLL...

This song means a lot...
Please die, Ana
For as long as you're here,
We're not
You make the sound of laughter
And sharper nails seem softer

And I need you now,
S o m e h o w

Open fire
On my needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire
On my needs desires
What I need from you

Imagine pageant
In my head
The flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the film

And I need you now,
S o m e h o w

Open fire
On my needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire
On my needs desires
What I need from you

And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
And Ana wrecks your life
Like an anorexia life

Open fire
On my needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire
On my needs desires
What I need from you

Open fire
On my needs designed
Open fire
On my needs designed
On my knees for you

Silverchair : Ana's Song

	(Anonymous) 2004-03-10 14:02 (link)
	silverchair rocks..this song is amazing :) (Reply to this) (Thread)

	(Anonymous) 2004-03-10 15:31 (link)
	I love that song so much! And that guy has the sexxiest voice.. Nice to see the song in here:o) (Reply to this) (Thread)

(Anonymous) 2004-03-10 17:36 (link)

hey a good song if you have disordered eating like me is Manic Street Preachers - 4 stone, 7 pounds.... its usually found under '4 st. 7 lbs.' online its a lot more detailed than this one, i reall ylike the refrain: I'm too much to die I'm not enough to stay alive I'm sitting in the middle waiting Days since I last pissed Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining home See my third rib appear A week later all my flesh disappears Stretching taut, cling-film on bone I'm getting better Karen says I've reached my target weight Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake Problem is diet's not a big enough word I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Stomach collapsed at five Lift up my skirt my sex is gone Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 May I bud and never flower My vision's getting blurred But I can see my ribs and I feel fine My hands are trembling stalks And I can feel my breasts are sinking Mother tries to choke me with roast beef And sits savouring her sole ryvitta That's the way you're built my father said But I can change, my cocoon shedding I want to walk in the snow And not leave a footprint I want to walk in the snow And not soil its purity Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat All things I like looking at Too weak to fuss, too weak to die Choice is skeletal in everybody's life I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore I long since moved to a higher plateau This disipline's so rare so please applaud Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse I've finally come to understand life Through staring blankly at my navel (Reply to this) (Thread)

	thank you (Anonymous) 2004-03-10 17:48 (link)
	thanks for posting some silvechair, especially this song. i can relate to this song more than i'd imagined. daniel johns is a genious and he is beautiful. silverchair is amazing. (Reply to this) (Thread)

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	werd muskrattribe 2004-03-11 08:28 (link)
	I love Silverchair too... thanks for the song whoever posted it :) (Reply to this) (Thread)