Place, this is where The giants roam, and their horses stand so tall And their fists engaged And fingers bent back to the palm, except oneYou ain't seen nothing yetAnd all my judges burn, from their gunshot eyes A direct line that travels at the speed of light Into my heart, into my mind I read between the lions The forest grows from their eyesI was not placed upon the grass Of this ever fading earth For a standing ovation, and its romance I was placed for the warning, so heed the warningAnd they cannot look away For if they do And cross paths with a wall That reflects all it sees And it shows the truth Shows the fake Shows the past Show all of the mistakes And it shows everything That they refuse to seeBecause if there's blood on the roots Then there's blood on the branches
I see words in front of me, yet I can't understand. Why I keep coming back and losing my self respect. I wait to find myself in this. The hardest part of being here is wanting more and more of you and praying I could resit.Tears roll down an empty smile. Tonight we die together. A picture-perfect memory. For you to regret forever.We live for dreams that take forever, but I can say that. Never did we want it more. Take my actions not as habits. Those which are not justified. Lead me to the one who cares. Show me how to feel alive.Tears roll down an empty smile. Tonight we die together. A picture-perfect memory. For you to regret forever.This void won't break the spirits will. The death of this will be my victory, Oh God.Tears roll down an empty smile. Tonight we die together. A picture-perfect memory. For you to regret forever
Let's get fucked up and die.. I'm speaking figuratively, of course.. Like the last time that I committed suicide.. social suicide.. Yeah, so I'm already dead on the inside, But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs, I have learned to love the lie.I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent. I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense.. yeah Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong, And I need to get strong, and if memory serves, I'm addicted to words and they're useless.(In this department) Let's get fucked up and die.. I'm riding hard on the last lines of every lie, And the BMX bike of my life is about to explode, I'm about to explode. I'm a mess, I'm a wreck. I am perfect, and I have learned to accept all my problems and short comings, Cause I am so visceral, yet deeply inept.I want to thank you for being a part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.. And all the things that don't get old.. Is it legal to do this? I surely don't know. It's the only way I have learned to express myself through other peoples' descriptions of life.. I'm afraid I'm alone and entirely useless...(In this department) Let's get fucked up and die. For the last time with feeling we'll try not to smile As we cover our heads and drink heavily into the nights That still shock and surprise. I believe that I can, overcome this and beat everything in the end But I choose to abuse for the time being, maybe I'll win, but for now I've decided to die.Sister soldier You’ve been such a positive influence on my mental frame If I could ever repay you, I would, but I'm hard up for cash And my memory lacks initiative.God damn the liquor store's closed, we were so close to scoring it hurts, it destroys 'til it kills.. I am tired and hungry and totally useless. (In this department)
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