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Let it burn in your eyes. Your cover is blown this time.
And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands.
And like the flies, you'll eat the worst of everything.
And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands.
But you needed this.
There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you.
And only for people like you, I reserve the words:
Backstabbers and money whores, and dirty rotten millionaires
that always wanted more.
Pull the wool on my eyes, like a crooked, burnt-out saint.
I believed and soaked in every word you said,
always tasting red hands.
But the fight never ended and we're all here.
Singing loud for revolution, and sitting battles out.
But you needed this.
There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you.
And only for people like you, I reserve the words:
Backstabbers and money whores, and dirty rotten millionaires
that always wanted more.
And it's sick outside, but I'm trying to keep you alive.
And all fingers are pointing right at you.
But I burned this down for you.
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So after all, you needed more than a death-threat fall.
You needed more, and I let you fall.
Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw.
And I remember you aspiration, your dream to fit in.
But it's gone, and they're here.
So let's kill these felons now.
But I remember you, you'll go, you'll find a way back home.
But I remember you, when you stand there,
You stand with your eyes closed.
And I feel, tonight, that I let you die.
But you could have lived forever, it took smiles to keep you alive.
But heroes die, and so did mine.
But you go, and I stay, will it keep you at peace now.
But I remember you, you'll go, you'll find a way back home.
But I remember you, when you stand there,
You stand with your eyes closed.
And I'll dig you out, and I'll sit you up.
For the fools to find you, the fools breathe into you.
So sleep child no one can touch you now.
No one can hurt you now. Not here. Anymore.
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These are the words that tear you apart.
And these are the words that take you away.
And these are just words they'll tear you apart.
When no one here will say what needs to say.
New medicines should ease this pain.
They're the only ailment for it.
It's this air and time that's bringing me home again.
A lame attempt at playing the part again now.
In a place you don't know.
And this stance as sturdy as leaves in a storm.
The premise and motive fueling blank faces.
The fool in a place you don't know.
In this place, you don't
New medicines should ease this pain.
They're the only ailment for it. All over again.
These are the words that tore me apart.
And these are the words that'll take me away.
I'm not in the business of faking to please vain opposers.
A dead legion of new, cloned followers.
You're cornered in a place you don't know.
In this world, you don't.
New medicines should ease this pain.
They're the only ailment for it. All over again.
*screams* all over again!
all over again!
all over again!
all over again!
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Its a deep, red wound. Enough to stare.
It's a beautiful rose and everyone's aware
You squeeze it tight enough to bleed.
But suicide is something we'd rather not mention here.
In our beautiful world of saving face.
So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you.
And as we stand here waiting for the sound..
Get me out of this hell before I'm sucked in.
But you're the beautiful one.
And everyone is painted on, singing scripted songs.
And your seizure-like finger is dead on the trigger.
And then, it's all blown away. With you or us all.
And they had you in their targets.
They're smiling with you in their targets.
So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you.
And as we stand here waiting for the sound..
So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you.
And no one says a word from there on out.
But I knew she was beautiful, you're the ones with the flaws.
Oh I knew she was beautiful she should of had this all.
You're killing your heroes, you're killing them one by one.
But I knew she was beautiful, something here's got to die.
So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you.
And as we stand here waiting for the sound..
So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you.
And no one says a word from there on out.
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Bury all the differences between us. When I still can't find the air,
You keep the toxins flowing for me,
And I'll bury all the differences between us.
And I still can't help but care for moving mountains,
But your, your head's held high again.
You will find me out. You will find everything.
We all, we just battle ourselves. We just battle ourselves again.
Bury all the differences between us, that same mechanic sound.
That keeps on ringing for days and days.
And you're standing like a clueless titan falls.
And everything around falls right down on you.
With your head held high again.
You will find me out. You will find everything.
We all, we just battle ourselves. We just battle ourselves again.
And there's a storm cloud waiting over,
On the land that's sinking at the,
At the bottom of these buildings again.
With your head held high again.
You will find me out. You will find everything.
We all, we just battle ourselves. We just battle ourselves again.
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With my back to the wall you've somehow pinned me up against.
Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists.
And I'm somewhere in between a held tongue and a curse.
Or I could keep it inside, and hide it.
In hopes my avoidance will cure it.
But there's no time for this.
Or I could keep it inside, and hide it.
In hopes my avoidance will cure it.
But there's no time for this again.
So light it up and let it fly away.
A Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames.
Put your back to them all, I swear they're not getting you there.
A blueprint for the outside, when it's cold out there.
It's not clear, but I refuse to breathe from these machines again.
You all depend on the filters that keep you away
From the pain when you cry, and the praises you sang.
It's not real so I refuse to breathe from these machines again.
So light it up and let it fly away.
A Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames.
And I won't ask a lot from you, I just pray that the masks will come unglued.
And we're not yours, we'll be with you soon.
I hope we can be with you soon.
So light it up and let it fly away.
A Molotov Cocktail, my dreams symbolized in flames.
And I won't ask a lot from you, I just pray that the masks will come unglued.
And we're not yours, we'll be with you soon.
And this routine feels like a knife, entering my back then down my spine.
I've withstood the sting for long enough, and I'm prepared to discard it.
So light it up and let it go away. So light it up and let it fly away.
Fly away.
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I don't want to come back here, to this place.
It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.
And I don't want to come back here, to this place.
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed. [x2]
And the pavement is still warm from the tires.
I can still feel the fright that the night brings.
Every song that you'd sing.
And I won't ever come back here to this place.
All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed. [x2]
Slow down. [x3]
I'll try and make it up to you. [x2]
They've cut down the trees to try to forget you.
But I took a vow to never forget you.
If you're still here, then we're waiting.
They've cut down the trees to try to forget you.
But I took a vow to never forget you.
If you're still here, then we'll wait for you to come back home.
We'll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes.
Until the guilt grows and grows.
When the time that's wasted comes back to haunt me.
And I'll deserve every bit, 'cause I'm not spiritual yet.
I'm just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit.
And it's not fading off, we remember the years.
As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears.
And I'm not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this.
And standing at your grave, I could have caused this.
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There's a dimmer light in this room tonight.
And you'll be the last one to know when it's off.
So with this dimmer light in my room tonight,
I wonder if we're gonna make it at all.
And there's a brighter sky to this dreadful night.
And you and me are the first to watch it fade.
So with this brighter sky from my room tonight,
I feel, down here, a little more betrayed.
How do I get back to where I was, when you were smiling.
You were smiling.
You were smiling baby.
Now there's a time to die under this heartless sky.
We'll bid farewell without an ear to hear me,
A time to die, and not put up a fight.
Cause no one ever wanted to end this early.
How do I get back to where I was, when you were smiling.
You were smiling.
You were smiling baby.
So there's that bright light, the one that leaded me here.
The one that's screaming to be noticed.
The one responsible for all of this.
So I'll take this other road, after I get up from my knees.
Because I'm sick of being lied to.
And I'm afraid of where the other one leads.
You were smiling baby.
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Ten frozen memories lost into your pool of interrupted thought.
I could have reminisced for hours.
But right now you are all I get to remember.
I'm waiting for something to get through to you.
I'm waiting to see a truer side of you, and we're...
Let's make this quick. I'll bother you, you'll tear it away.
tear it away
Let's make this quick. I'll bother you, you'll tear it away.
tear it away
Cut broken enemies off, into your pit of non-valuable losses.
Could have stayed and dreamt for days,
But the sight must be far worse than the taste.
And I'm waiting for something to get through to you.
And I'm waiting to burn compassion into you. and we're..
We don't even know if we're to blame for all of this,
We don't even know if we're in the clear, the clear.
We don't even know if we should bank on any of this
And we don't even know if we'll go,
if we'll go
if we'll go
So let's make this quick. I'll bother you, you'll tear it away.
tear it away
Let's make this quick. I'll bother you, you'll tear it away.
tear it away
This isn't happening, leave me with myself.
leave with myself
This isn't happening, leave me with myself.
leave with myself
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Do we have the time to lay the line between true life, and you in mine.
I want to reel it back before the day when simplicity was washed away.
Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we're just heroes, And we're just heroes.
For the day.
There's a silent urge to leave this cloud when all I want is to hear the sound,
Of your voice devoid of the constant noise, the only sound to fill this void.
And do you want this. And do you still need this.
Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we're just heroes, And we're just heroes.
They all won't love me, she won't let me forget.
Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we're just heroes, And we're just heroes.
Don't make me choose, I'll choose you and this will all be over.
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You're all just staring, angry faces, begging for a place to die.
Or I could leave you where you stand,
Up upon that hill that'll fall to the wayside.
This hoax to live for, dictating regulation of thoughts.
This hoax to live for, the very plague that kills us all.
And in this scene, I play the protagonist, and as well I play the opposed.
Or I could leave you where you stand.
All alone in the hall, your trap for the meantime.
And you call this home, no home I've ever known.
This hoax to live for, dictating regulation of thoughts.
This hoax to live for, the very plague that kills us all.
This isn't war, but these are still battles
And battles make it all die out.
This hoax to live for, dictating regulation of thoughts.
This hoax to live for, the very plague that kills us all.
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