Purple!
Date: Feb 29th, 2008 7:18:19 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Enigmatic.
Late Coming: Singin' For Life!
Exhausted, sick, I am
Life has no focus, I got no plan
Spark struggling, gasping for breath
I have no reason to fear this Death
Got all the know but none of the conviction
Pain is the drug and love is the addiction
Got all the talent but none of the heart
Peace is the vision and blood is the art
Just want to find Home
Nothing's ever easy when you're all on your own
So I pull my hood up and cover my eyes
Pretending it'll go away, if only I hide
Got all the know but none of the conviction
Pain is the drug and love is the addiction
Got all the talent but none of the heart
Peace is the vision and blood is the art
Pen your soul onto your arm
'Cause you know it can't do any harm
Dry your tears and pick up the pace
You can't win, but you're gonna finish the race
Got all the know but none of the conviction
Pain is the drug and love is the addiction
Got all the talent but none of the heart
Peace is the vision and blood is the art
Breathe and sing and never stop
We'll get there, though we'll never be on top
It's okay, yeah, 'cause we don't care
But only as long as we go somewhere.
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Swell
Date: Feb 20th, 2008 2:28:47 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Experimental.
Late Coming: Stars Guide Me Home.
Adrenaline rushing
Your heart stops its pumping
Blood hits your senses
The dark poison commenses
Shift into hardcore gear
Feel the swell as the beast draws near
Take a breath and prepare yourself
Knowledge is the force and instinct is your wealth
We run for the day
Never quite having our own say
Face the doom 'cause we know what's worse
And we know it's gonna get here first
Shift into hardcore gear
Feel the swell as the beast draws near
Take a breath and prepare yourself
Knowledge is the force and instinct is your wealth
Grab a gun and enjoy the ride
As we fall, rising again with the tide
Close those eyes and acknowledge your fear
When morning comes, I promise you won't be here
Shift into hardcore gear
Feel the swell as the beast draws near
Take a breath and prepare yourself
Knowledge is the force and instinct is your wealth
Hold the candle for some light
Find a mirror -- promise you won't freak at the sight
Here the night comes, and in you it stays
Soon you'll find how danger never pays
Shift into hardcore gear
Feel the swell as the beast draws near
Take a breath and prepare yourself
Knowledge is the force and instinct is your wealth
Dread is as sorrow does
Here the Tragedy is the end of Loves
Follow the fire to your doom -- your heart
Revel the hollowness, pain your art.
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Reflect
Date: Feb 20th, 2008 2:14:44 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Charmed!
Late Coming: Is Bored.
Heralds of memory long since past
The times that skipped by way too fast
Anger builds, the hatred fills
Tears threatening wide eyes, the last resort of broken wills
And you try, you only want the best
You long for the adrenaline rush, not sleep's rest
No more will you tolerate the pain
Too much is the sting, while you wonder if you're sane
Just close the bloodshot eyes
Forget the hurt as the nothingness flies
Kill or be killed -- or just ignore
Step through life in this state of unending bore
And you try, you only want the best
You long for the adrenaline rush, not sleep's rest
No more will you tolerate the pain
Too much is the sting, while you wonder if you're sane
Draw the dagger from your corpse -- long dead
Hold it up to ghostly head
You know what should be done
But you can't go through . . . And so you run
And you try, you only want the best
You long for the adrenaline rush, not sleep's rest
No more will you tolerate the pain
Too much is the sting, while you wonder if you're sane
Hide away from all your scars
They are nothing more than your prison's bars
Constant reminders of every mistake
The reason why you killed yourself, for your own pitiful sake
And you try, you only want the best
You long for the adrenaline rush, not sleep's rest
No more will you tolerate the pain
Too much is the sting, while you wonder if you're sane
Blood in the senses and heart in ruin -- rotting away
Things didn't always have to be this way
So reflect on Life, question what it means
And flirt with Death as he haunts you in your dreams.
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