Fiendish_Heathen - Page 22

When the moon fell in love with the sun
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night

When the sun found the moon
She was drinking tea in a garden
Under the green umbrella trees
In the middle of summer See More

When the moon found the sun
He looked like he was barely hanging on
But her eyes saved his life
In the middle of summer (summer)

In the middle of summer
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
Summer (summer)
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
Summer, summer, summer, summer
All was golden when the day met the night

So he said, "Would it be all right
If we just sat and talked for a little while
If in exchange for your time
I give you this smile?"

So she said, "That's okay
As long as you can make a promise
Not to break my little heart
Or leave me all alone in the summer."

Well he was just hanging around
Then he fell in love
And he didn't know how
But he couldn't get out
Just hanging around
Then he fell in love

In the middle of summer
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
Summer
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
Summer, summer, summer, summer
When the moon fell in love with the sun
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night

Summer, summer, summer, summer
In the middle of summer, summer, summer, summer
the middle of summer, summer, summer, summer
the middle of summer, summer, summer, summer
In the middle of..

In the middle of a gun fight...
In the center of a restaurant...
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me,
Like a bullet through a flock of doves...
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life...will never be the same. See More
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer!

[Chorus]
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us,
Well, I can't...well, I can!
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish,
I'll kiss your lips again.

They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost,
My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups (in drag)
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...am I losing myself?!
Well, I miss my mom,
Will they give me the chair,
Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare;
Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I've seen!

[Chorus]

To your room...
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say, "So long..."
Well, I don't remember,
Why remember...YOU?!

Do you have the keys to the hotel?!
'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfūcker on fire! (FIRE!!)

Life is but a dream for the dead,
And well I, I won't go down by myself,
But I'll go down with my friends.
Now now now now... (I can't explain)
Now now now... (I can't complain)
Now now, yeah!

It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only 'cause they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy See More
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.

Yeah (Yeah)

And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash
There was a terrible crash between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

Iridescent: *Heaving out a quiet, sharp breath of hesitation, he opens his front door as it creaked open as he turned the stainless steel knob, earning a careless by the old, rickety glass panel. He swiftly used the back of his right hand to block out incoming rays of sunlight that disturbed his sense of vision* Bloody hell... *He swore under his dark, raspy breath as he trotted out the door and into the bright and merry sunshine. Though being distraught, he admired the beauty See More of the day that was presented to him. The sky had no clouds, nor any imperfection in its wondrous array of sparkling blues and gay streaks of yellow*

Iridescent: *Heaving out a quiet, sharp breath of hesitation, he opens his front door as it creaked open as he turned the stainless steel knob, earning a careless by the old, rickety glass panel. He swiftly used the back of his right hand to block out incoming rays of sunlight that disturbed his sense of vision* Bloody hell... *He swore under his dark, raspy breath as he trotted out the door and into the bright and merry sunshine. Though being distraught, he admired the beauty See More of the day that was presented to him. The sky had no clouds, nor any imperfection in its wondrous array of sparkling blues and gay streaks of yellow*

Element: Iridium
Name (must be the actual element's name or something similar): Iridescent
Nickname: Iri or Crescent
Age: 18
Gender: Male, but is mistaken as Female at times.
Personality: Introverted, serious, bossy, stubborn, laid-back, caring, helpful, honest, and intelligent.
Appearance: Pic will be posted. See More
Strengths: High tensile strength, crystal growth, and high melting point.
Weaknesses: Molten salts, but typically doesn't have one due to being in the PGM category.
Likes: Tea, peace, positive atmospheres, reading, art, music, literature, and studying.
Dislikes: Violence, bullies, seeing distraught elements, dark enviroments, and death.
Crush: N/A
Friends: N/A
Family: (This isn't chracter wise but these are also in the PGM group): Ruthenium, Rhodium, Palladium, Osmium, and Platinum.
Backstory (keep it simple): He was the middle child of the family, yet was given tons of affections throughout his life, but that gravelly changed one day. When he was 9 years of age, he got into a fight with his best friend, Palladium and slashed him with one of his crystals. Frantically, he apologized with a heavy heart and nursed Palladium back to health: but after Palladium was healthy again, they had left Iridium since he was captioned as "violent" and "ferocious". Years later, he'd keep quiet and would keep that dangerous crystal in a small box that dangles around a chain that forms around his neck.
Extra (optional): Often dislikes speaking, and uses signs as a method of communication.

I have to say, this is an excellent idea. Which periodical elements are left?