I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.
The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places.
The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too.
For when he died, he took a part of you.
No time for farewells, no chances for goodbyes.
No explanations, no fucking reasons why.
I watched it eat you up, pieces falling on the floor.
We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.
If only sorrow could build a staircase, our tears could show the way.
I would climb my way to heaven, and bring him back home again.
Don't give up hope, my friend, this is not the end.
Like frozen leaves
We are falling
On to the soil so barren and cold
The rays of sun
No more warming
Our hearts now so cold
Through this field
Of the withered flowers
We go still one more time
The hidden beauty
Forever gone
The river's frozen once again
Ocean pulls me close
And whispers in my ear
The destiny I've chose
All becoming clear
The currents have their say
The time is drawing near
Washes me away
Makes me disappear
A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar
Of some obscure Scottish poet
The mist crawls from the canal
Like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl, under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase.
A train sleeps in a siding
The driver guzzles another can of lager
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteen
She'll be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful
Her daddy said, "A whore".
The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene
She was paralyzed in a streetlight
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
"'J'entend ton coeur"
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
And I hear you’ve ended up fine.
And I’ve heard you’re making out alright.
I’ve heard you still don’t like the cold outside,
And I’ve heard you still got trouble tracking time.
And I heard you said one time,
That I never even fucking cross your mind.
You think about money when you think about me huh,
thats what my ex, my ex you don't want to be her,
she used to have the beemer, now she own a sneaker,
i had her eating lobster now she eating pizza,
i think about easter when I think about Keyshia,
shorty stay fly thats why I keep her,
round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa
i love the way you dress,
now take it off,
put your legs high on my shoulders across,
Im racing through your mind but you already lost,
im at the finish line and your the friend of mine
just a lil bit
everynow and then
god damn girl we used to be friends
just a lil bit
just a lil bit
I think like a hustler,
im thinking bout a shipment,
she thinking im her hustle,
so she thinking bout commitment,
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its like paul Mc Cartney stuck in my head,
fell in love with a b-tch walked away with one leg
do you think about me,
i know you think about me,
just a lil bit
just a lil bit
I know you think about me,
you were so special to me
Last edited by Amber; 11-30-2014 at 05:10 PM.
My eyes seek reality
My fingers seek my veins
There's a dog at your back step
He must come in from the rain
I fall 'cause I let go
The net below has rot away
So, my eyes seek reality
And my fingers seek my veins
The trash fire is warm
But nowhere safe from the storm
And I can't bear to see
What I've let me be
So, wicked and worn
So, as I write to you
Of what is done and to do
Maybe you'll understand
And won't cry for this man
'Cause low man is due
Please forgive me
My eyes seek reality
My fingers feel for faith
Touch clean with a dirty hand
I touched the clean to the waste
So, low the sky is all I see
All I want from you is forgive me
So, you bring this poor dog in from the rain
Though he just wants right back out again
And I cry to the alleyway
Confess all to the rain
But I lie, lie straight to the mirror
The one I've broken to match my face
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I love my baby and she loves me,
I lost my baby to the deep blue sea,
Gonna take my trigger, blow your head,
Gonna shoot 'til you all are dead
Gonna kill surf city with a loaded gun,
Gonna hit surf city like a nuclear bomb,
Gonna fuck surf city, gonna get down,
Kill, kill, kill it now,
Gonna kill surf city
I hate her and she hates me,
That's the way it's supposed to be,
Gonna want to wanna hit the sun,
Saw you cunts, I'm gonna get my gun
Gonna kill surf city with a loaded gun,
Gonna hit surf city like a nuclear bomb,
Gonna fuck surf city, gonna get down,
Kill, kill, kill it now,
Gonna kill surf city
Gonna kill surf city with a loaded gun,
Gonna hit surf city like a nuclear bomb,
Gonna fuck surf city, gonna get down,
Kill, kill, kill it now,
Gonna kill surf city
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?
He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?
Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies
Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel zapped in right between the eyes, zap!
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?
The children asked him if to kill was not a sin
"Not when he looked so fierce", his mummy butted in
If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him
All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?
Oh ho!
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?
Last edited by Amber; 11-30-2014 at 07:41 PM.
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '28 ford, had payments on that
Stagger lee
His woman threw him out in the ice and snow
And told him, never ever come back no more
Stagger lee
So he walked through the rain and he walked through the
Mud
Till he came to a place called the bucket of blood
Stagger lee
He said mr motherfucker, you know who I am
The barkeeper said, no, and I don't give a good
Goddamn
To stagger lee
He said, well bartender, it's plain to see
I'm that bad motherfucker called stagger lee
Mr. stagger lee
Barkeep said, yeah, I've heard your name down the
Way
And I kick motherfucking asses like you every day
Mr stagger lee
Well those were the last words that the barkeep said
'cause stag put four holes in his motherfucking head
Just then in came a broad called nellie brown
Was known to make more money than any bitch in town
She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
Over to stagger lee, she starts to flirt
With stagger lee
She saw the barkeep, said, o god, he can't be
Dead!
Stag said, well, just count the holes in the
Motherfucker's head
She said, you ain't look like you scored in quite a
Time.
Why not come to my pad? it won't cost you a dime
Mr. stagger lee
But there's something I have to say before you
Begin
You'll have to be gone before my man billy dilly comes
In,
Mr. stagger lee
I'll stay here till billy comes in, till time comes
To pass
And furthermore I'll fuck billy in his motherfucking
Ass
Said stagger lee
I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know
And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one
Fat boy's asshole
Said stagger lee
Just then billy dilly rolls in and he says, you
Must be
That bad motherfucker called stagger lee
Stagger lee
Yeah, I'm stagger lee and you better get down on
Your knees
And suck my dick, because if you don't you're gonna be
Dead
Said stagger lee
Billy dropped down and slobbered on his head
And stag filled him full of lead
Stuck inside these four walls
Sent inside forever
Never seeing no one nice again,
Like you, mama
You, mama...
You...
If I ever get out of here
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity.
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get out of here
(if we ever get out of here)
Well, the rain exploded with a mighty crash
As we fell into the sun
And the first one said to the second one there,
"I hope you're having fun."
Band on the run, band on the run
And the jailer man,
And sailor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the band on the run, band on the run.
For the band on the run, band on the run.
Well, the undertaker drew a heavy sigh
Seeing no one else had come
And a bell was ringing in the village square
For the rabbits on the run.
Band on the run, band on the run
And the jailer man,
And sailor Sam
Were searching everyone
For the band on the run, band on the run.
Yeah, the band on the run
The band on the run
Band on the run
Band on the run
Well, the night was falling
As the desert world began to settle down
In the town they're searching for us everywhere
But we never will be found
Band on the run, band on the run
And the county judge, who held a grudge
Will search for ever more.
For the band on the run
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You can have my husband
But please don't mess with my man
You can have my husband
But please don't mess with my man
Now, when I was with my husband he was really mean
But when I'm with my man he treats me like a queen
You can have my husband
But please don't mess with my man
Now the money my husband made was for red beans and rice
My man gives me steaks, now ain't that nice?
You can have my husband
But please don't mess with my man
the money my husband made was for red beans and rice
My man keeps me in steaks, now ain't that nice?
You can have my husband
But please don't mess with my man
Yes. . . he's mine
Don't mess with him
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words
Of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
Don't even think about reachin' me;
I won't be home.
Don't even think about stoppin' by;
Don't think of me at all.
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
Take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm
Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
You think that we connect
That the chemistry's correct
Your words walk right through my ears
Presuming I like what I hear
Sorry I'm not home right now
I'm walking into spiderwebs
You're intruding on what's mine and
You're taking up my time
Don't have the courage inside me
To tell you please let me be
Communication, a telephonic invasion
I'm planning my escape
And it's all your fault
I screen my phone calls
No matter who calls
I gotta screen my phone calls
Now it's gone too deep
You wake me in my sleep
My dreams become nightmares
'Cause you're ringing in my ears.
Given the hopeless nature of our times
And how it would change things
And given the circumstances of our lives
You'd have done the same thing
You'd have done the same thing
You'd have done the same
So if we're talking about forgiveness
Well don't put me up above you
'Cause in the strange design of conscience
We are controlled by our desires that can never be realized
That can never be realized
That can never be real
That's not her picture
I wish it was
It came with the wallet
I keep it because
It reminds me of her
It reminds me of us
But that's not her picture
I know it's wrong, it's a total stranger
A photo from the discount store
But her picture's home in a thousand pieces
Scattered on the bedroom floor
She might have her eyes
Might have her face
Might look like her
In so many ways
It fools the heart
It fills the space
But that's not her picture
I've been down this road before
I walk out the door
Leave you on the floor
Sometimes you run and hide
Your foolish pride's
What keeps me from
Giving you more
So the best thing I can give to you
Is for me to go
Leave you alone
Cause you got growing up to do
How long have you been free
In this world of hate and greed
Is it black or is it white
Let's find another compromise
And our future's standing still
We're dancing in the spotlight
Where is the leader who leads me
I'm still waiting ...
Leaving home ...
And god is on your side
Dividing sparrows from the nightingales
Watching all the time
Dividing water from the burning fire ... inside
And god is on your side
Dividing cruelty from tenderness
Watching all the time
Dividing fiction from reality
Move in circles walk on lines no human being in sight
Calm the winds and calm the seas
Let's try another kind of peace
Who fights this holy civil war
A million men in uniform
Wo ist der Führer der mich führt?
Ich warte immer noch ...!
And god is on your side
Dividing presence from our history
Watching all the time
Dividing deaf men from the listening ones
Leave a light on in the night for me, that I can find you
Remember when we both where young and reckless and so curious ...
Now you're hiding from your child ... a new day's dawning
Remember that you felt alive, sometimes ...
And god is on your side
Dividing soldiers from the fisherman
Watching all the time
Dividing warships from the ferryboats
So many things that you let go
Was just a price for what you need to know
But baby don't hold on to what can't be saved
Just remember what you get is what you gave
Now I watched you slowly take your life away
Like an offering to the gods you pray
But keep your own mind, things will always change
Just take some time to dry off from the rain
You can sacrifice me, you can sacrifice me
Today I tell you leave the past behind
Search for yourself cause you're the hardest thing to find
Through the long, long lonely nights, I will comfort you
It might lean too tight, but you always make it through
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Oh my name it is nothin’
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I’s taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that the land that I live in
Has God on its side
Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side
Oh the Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
l’s made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side
Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don’t count the dead
When God’s on your side
When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side
I’ve learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
It’s them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side
But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we’re forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God’s on your side
Through many dark hour
I’ve been thinkin’ about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can’t think for you
You’ll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side
So now as I’m leavin’
I’m weary as Hell
The confusion I’m feelin’
Ain’t no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God’s on our side
He’ll stop the next war
All the stars are standing still
The anger and the sleeping pills
Are all that's left now
Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonely
Can't you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway, just a runaway
I'm saving myself
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
I'm too tired to fight.
So now we're passing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers
And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper
Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down
And we sat and cried on the phone
I never felt so alone
He was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity
Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
'Talk to me, won't you tell me your stories."
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe I've already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual obscenity.
I saw a war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husband's clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
They're going to even the score
Oh... I can't take any more
I see black flags on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I can't take any more!
Should we say goodbye?
I see priests, politicians?
Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam
I can't take any more, should we say goodbye
How can we justify?
They call us civilised!
Last edited by Amber; 12-03-2014 at 06:02 PM.
I wasn't always a monster, I was a prince
Now, so broken, so
Addicted to bad ideas and to drugs
And to all the beauty in this world, I know
Though I have grown older and graver
The great heart of the world remains ever young
Wasn't always a monster, I was a prince
Now, so broken, so
I wasn't always a monster, I was a saint
Now, forgotten, so, addicted to bad ideas
And to the blood that runs from my palms
And my eyes and my throat
Though I have grown older and graver
The great heart of the world remains ever young
Wasn't always a monster, I was a prince
Now, so broken, so
Because I can, 'cuz no one to stop me
'Cause it makes up for things I lost
To feel your tug at my soul
The touch of your gaze over my face and live long
To fail and live long
Fail and live long
Fail and live long
Edit: meant to follow Subteigh's post.
*pinches Within*
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits
But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits
[Verse 1]
They merking kids, they murder kids here
Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here
Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here
Probably scared of all the refugees, look like we had a fucking hurricane here
They be shooting whether it's dark or not, I mean the days is pretty dark a lot
Down here it's easier to find a gun than it is to find a fucking parking spot
No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position,
Cause they've never been in our position
Getting violations for the nation, correlating, you dry snitching
[Hook 2]
I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes, and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits
But a lotta niggas dying, so my 9 with the shits
[Breakdown]
I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.
I know you scared, me too.
I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.
If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too.
[Verse 2]
It just got warm out, this this shit I've been warned about.
I hope that it storm in the morning, I hope that it's pouring out.
I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks.
And I ponder what's worse between knowing it's over and dying first.
Cause everybody dies in the summer.
Wanna say ya goodbyes, tell them while it's spring.
I heard everybody's dying in the summer, so pray to God for a little more spring.
I know you scared, you should ask us if we scared, too.
If you was there, then we just knew you'd care, too.
This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train is bound for glory,
Don't carry nothing but the righteous and the holy.
This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train don't carry no gamblers, this train;
This train don't carry no gamblers, this train;
This train don't carry no gamblers,
Liars, thieves, nor big shot ramblers,
This train is bound for glory, this train.
This train don't carry no liars, this train;
This train don't carry no liars, this train;
This train don't carry no liars,
She's streamlined and a midnight flyer,
This train don't carry no liars, this train.
This train don't carry no smokers, this train;
This train don't carry no smokers, this train
This train don't carry no smokers,
Two bit liars, small time jokers,
This train don't carry no smokers, this train.
This train don't carry no con men, this train;
This train don't carry no con men, this train;
This train don't carry no con men,
No wheeler dealers, here and gone men,
This train don't carry no con men, this train.
This train don't carry no rustlers, this train;
This train don't carry no rustlers, this train;
This train don't carry no rustlers,
Sidestreet walkers, two bit hustlers,
This train is bound for glory, this train.
Now the fun is over
Where do words begin
I'm trying to find the path ahead
Any way you say it
The charade goes on
But your eyes won't see it
It's the same old song
I don't believe you
I don't believe you
Promises so golden
Years have proved them wrong
I'm trying to leave some self respect
Any way you say it
Our decline goes on
But your pride won't heed it
It's the same old song
I don't believe you
I don't believe you
I don't, I don't believe in you
And the way you play it
Is the way you want
Any way you sing it
It's the same old song
I don't believe you
I don't believe you
I've been thinkin' 'bout
All the times you told me
You're so full of doubt
You just can't let it be, but I know
If you keep comin' back for more
Then I'll keep on tryin'
I'll keep on tryin' /
And I feel so satisfied when I can see you smile, I
I want to confide in all that is true
So I keep on tryin'
I'm through with lyin'
Just like the sun above, I come shining through
Oh yes, I keep on tryin'
I'm tired of cryin'
I got to find a way to get on home to you
Burning papers into ashes,
what a season, how they fly high from the ground ohhh
there is yet another fountain flowing over, as the night falls,
keep dreaming away
if you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside,
Nothing has been done before
It's the most virgin dress you could possibly wear
Mess it up, Time is up
Hold your memory for a moment with a blind hand.
Write some stories for tomorrow.
From the bottle of amnesia
Find instructions to salvation, to oblivion supreme
Don't be tempted to look back - It has all happen before
Someday miracular spread will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done.
That I've done.
Dust it off.
I got a date with destiny
My heart says yeah but can't convince the rest of me
I tried so hard to make it with no recipe
My selfish ways caught up and got the best of me
I need redemption no need to mention my past
Cause all that matters now is bigger than diamonds and cash
The glits the glamour the lights the camera the action
The stage the fans the speakers blastin'
You know I'm wanted I need it don't doubt it I can't live without it
It's just everything I dreamed of
It's everything I've ever wanted
But is it really truly in my plans
Or did God mix up my blue prints
Did he have it right there in his hands?
Anybody give me a hint
I can feel it now I know it's coming
And I don't give a fuck what anybody say
I've fallen I've risen I chose to select to dismiss an incarnation through these bars created-a prison
And I intend to do the time and the sentence that's given
25 to life yeah that's how I'm living
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever make it
But there's only way I'm a know
I'm like a seed planted in the dirt
Feels like I've been waiting forever to grow
And maybe today is the day
And maybe tonight is the night
But one thing that I know for sure
This time I'm a get it right
As it rolls, flowing from the past
Leaving us tired to the last
So it goes, came to an end, the past
Alone and tied to the mast
Looking back through times that could have been
Dreamin' of places I should have seen
Turning round, got you in a sidelong glance
Dreamin', shadows behind me dance
As it is, that's all I want to see
Not for me to walk in a trance
As it rolls, flowing from the past
Leaving us tied to the mask
So it goes, T-two-it,
Two within a cast
Alone and tied to the past
As the light hits you,
As you shift along the floor,
I find it hard to place my face.
How did I come to be here, anyway?
It's terribly vague, what's gone before.
I could have been anyone.
You could have been anyone's dream.
Why did you have to choose our moment?
Why did you have to make me feel that?
Why did you make it so unreal?
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
Oh! To be in love,
And never get out again.
All the colours look brighter now.
Everything they say seems to sound new.
Slipping into tomorrow too quick,
Yesterday always too good to forget.
Stop the swing of the pendulum! Let us through!
We’re breaking promises we thought we could keep...
We trigger avalanches unwillingly, oh
We're not so different from convicts on the run
Freedom could kill us but we'd rather go home
I'm so sick and tired of it. Treat me like meat.
Tear me to pieces and feed the dogs.
A thousand polite tiny lies,
And I've memorized every single one of them.
Did you think for a second I'd give you a taste
Well I'm sorry to say
You could turn yourself inside out - I'd still walk away.
A perfect body. A twisted mind.
Starvation and loathing.
We fuck 'til it bleeds.
Scratch claw and scream.
'Til it feels like I'm almost alive
These are the words to justify
All against all.
Broken promises.
Like ashes through my fingers.
It eats away my senses and my soul.
I wither - perhaps I said too much?
I just want somebody I can trust.
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trad metalz | (more coming)
Look at me, I’m bigger than you
I’m stronger, my shadow takes over you
Overpowered, I’ll bring you down
Not bothered by you
By the time I see shit through,
You’re gonna wanna breathe
What you want and what you need
Cause broken bones heal differently
They fuck you up, until you bleed,
Cause broken bones heal differently
These broken bones heal differently
These broken bones
These broken bones heal differently
These broken bones
Now’s about time to break it down
And breathe, breathe, breathe
breathe, breathe, breathe,
breathe, breathe,
Burn alive, burn alive
I’ll see you through
I’ll never let you down because
What you want and what you need
Cause broken bones heal differently
They fuck you up, until you bleed,
Cause broken bones heal differently
What you want and what you need
Cause broken bones heal differently
They fuck you up, until you bleed,
Cause broken bones heal, heal differently
Dreamed I was a fireman.
I just smoked and watched you burn.
Dreamed I was an astronaut.
I shot you down like a juggernaut.
Dreamed we were still going out.
Had that one a few times now.
Woke up to find we were not.
It's good to be awake.
Dreamed I was a tidal wave.
I ravaged your coast, there were no survivors.
Dreamed I was your landlord.
I showed your place when you had lovers.
If I was a vampire, I wouldn't suck your blood.
Then I dreamed I was you.
Sweetest dream I have had.
If you could hear the dreams I've had, my dear,
They would give you nightmares for a week.
But you're not here and I can never sleep.
Come home so I can be a creep.
Dreamed I was a dream.
I stole you away in your sleep.
Saved you from a fire, a gun for hire,
I introduced you to a vampire.
A wave crashed on the beach.
We rolled around in its foamy grasp.
Kissing in the chaos of a kelpy sea.
Seems I couldn't save you from me.
Maybe I'm obsessive to think like this.
Probably not impressing you with my cheap tricks.
Honey, it's depressing what depression does to some.
I'll play the part for hours but I know you'll never come.
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trad metalz | (more coming)