My Blogs
My son is SERIOUSLY Disturbed!!
So my 13 year old son had to do this project over spring break where he gets to be the daddy to a friggin egg baby.
But he did his mamma proud... his egg baby: Eggert "TheGuy: Marshell. Ain't that the shit?!?!?
More a rant than a blog
Can anyone out there tell me...
what the fuck does home designs, apartments, knock off handbags and shoes, perfumes and all the other ridiculous pushes of advertisement have to do with a Disturbed fan/web site? Is it me, or is this just annoyingly out of place.
Maybe I am too cynical this morning. I need to see more Disturbed!!
Tampa Show
I got my fucking as kicked!
The show was fucking amazing. I definitely left there feeling better than when I went in ;)
All the bands were awesome, but nothing like closing the house down with Distrurbed. It is the first time I have seen them live and I will NEVER miss another show in town from them again.
Wi;; be posting some photos later. But damn.... I feel rejuvinated and totally fucking echilerateed. (Not to mention, I have no voice anymore)
Disturbed for life!
And so the titles go...
I have REMNANTS of THE INFECTION and like THE ANIMAL, I am waiting to be CRUCIFIED. My INNOCENCE will NEVER AGAIN be a SACRIFICE. I am a WARRIOR that stands strong, with patience. MY CHLD, it is just ANOTHER WAY TO DIE... so won't your break into the ASYLUM with me as we raise our fitsts in the air?
I can practically hear the songs already. I am so eager to put the music to the titles and wish it were released already. I know this album is going to rock. But the titles of the tracks really entice a true Disturbed one and than I am!
When Human Feelings are no more...
The demon within, taking it's hold;
a victim of thoughts, I am paralyzed.
A void of contemption, grasping control;
burdens bared, now can't be denied.
Restless moments and darkness flees in
choking life in flames of pure hate.
Can you give me sanity... simply a reason
that I shouldn't give into this fate?
And the scars, they beckon; like memories to haunt;
still, you sit there acting surprised.
I've lost the need, the will, the want;
you've left me dehumanized.
Unfortunately, this is a bad time of the year because of some things from the past. And often, I feel like I have lost my human will. I think being Disturbed is the only thing that gets me through it sometimes.
Asylum Cover- what it means to me
The new Asylum album cover seems to encompass everything about the album itself while still maintaing the band's image. He [The Guy] represents THE ANIMAL with INFECTION who has just been CRUCIFIED within the ASYLUM. He is a WARRIOR within his own mind who will NEVER AGAIN fall victim (to anything). Let him rise, strength times THREE; to give the inner child- MY CHILD- a SERPENTINE seduction to totally blow the mind. It is MINE for the taking, and he just brings out ANOTHER WAY TO DIE... In heavenly fucking bliss of heavy metal!!
Another Way to Die--- a poet's take
My simple take to the newest song...
Animosity takes control; society's demose
Never ending self destruction, corrupted by all the lies.
Open your eyes, take a look around- what is it that you see?
Torture of the life we live, her pain is haunting me.
Heed the warnings, oh self-righteous one; your time is coming fast...
Eradicate violence now, for the Earth was meant to last.
Revenge is not ours to give; but a cyclone of the past.
Wipe away the decitful hate; as burdens fall on deafened ears.
Amidst the growing problems, her destruction through the years...
Youth and old alike are guilty, onslaught with never ending tears.
Tomorrow is anther day, and this lesson we must learn
Or soon we'll find this world we know, extinguished in final burn.
Decades slowly pass us by; the shit we caused, an all time high
Inexcusable the rage we play, she listens to our ever growing lie...
Enduring all she can till it's just another way to die.
Ironic, how it all fits
So, like many, I write... I write to escape. I write to release, and I write to feel.
It's ironic, how titles alone are/have been so fitting to me...
Here I lay, bound in the sickness
as darkness will devour my mind.
An internal conflict beyond the gates of hell'
I awaken to believe insanity is what I'll find.
This moment inside the fire, as I grasp to breathe
leaves hatred scorched upon my beating heart.
I stand numb, before them- to rise and shout
until the voices within totally tears me apart.
There is no need, no want- no way to be free;
caught in this indestructible trap of lies.
And with the pain, pounding like ten thousand fists,
I've become this mistress of burden without compromise.
Remember, this is nothing more than the game;
a game in which you only think you can win.
Liberate me, set me free- intoxication comes
with shredding claws of mortal man's sin.
Shit, prayer is unheard and so I fear
another beast takes control of my sight.
Click here to Exclusive Decade of Disturbed Video Promotion promotion code.
Get the download now!