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06/08/2010 |
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2. | Hooligans |
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7. | Gatekeeper |
8. | Digital Rebirth |
9. | Redeemer |
10. | Nuclear+ |
11. | Lungs Full Of Water |
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in death we will ascend, and only in death will we interview
that which formed us from this cold dark lifeless earth,
for it is in this journey that we evolve into our true state
we were created in love,and now were born into hate
ncontrovertible rest, our darkened eyes will never open,
and our vision will never be shaded again
by the relentless hands of time.
our mortal flesh is nothing but a mantle of corruption,
unveil and deliver into the hands of our creator,
to justify our requital. to justify our atonement
we were birthed from the ground, and to the ground we shall return.
we are a breed of dirt.
we are the eternal
and although our bodies, stored six feet deep in their decomposing displays,
will never witness the light of day, i arise through the dirt and up past my grave
this is the end, this is our final ascent, great architect of time,
thunder rolling, nature preparing, for the mighty atmospheric retreat
cure me with your wisdom, consume my heart, en-light my mind, behold the great harbinger...
were born into hate
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Look me in the hollow eyes and hear me say:
"When you think your only release is a lonely exit, I'll be there to tell you that there's another way... "
As my perception of this world around me narrows, I receive my surroundings and intake their whispers.
My life is my burden, and I tackle it with passion, and with it I'll build my throne.
I'm a professional of self-destruction, all the pain with no explosions.
Salt the wound to silence your soul.
Another empty vessel living alone.
Time has changed us, aged us, we never thought that we'd end up here.
We want the answers to life's questions, before life resets, take it or leave it.
As my perception of this world around me narrows, I receive my surroundings and intake their whispers.
My life is my burden, and I tackle it with passion, and with it I'll build my throne.
I'm a professional of self-destruction, all the pain with no explosions.
Salt the wound to silence your soul.
How much longer, how much longer must we go.
Time has changed us, aged us, we never thought that we'd end up here.
We want the answers to life's questions, before life resets, take it or leave it.
And I believe in ghost, but it's something else that's haunting me.
A witness, life's lonely host, but it's something else that's haunting me.
And even though we feel dead inside, we can still say "At least we tried".
I'm a professional of self-destruction, all the pain with no explosions.
Salt the wound to silence your soul.
How much longer, how much longer must we go.
Time has changed us, it changed us, we never thought that we'd end up here.
We want the answers to life's questions, before life resets, take it or leave it.
Time has changed us, it changed us, we never thought that we'd end up here.
We want the answers to life's questions, before life resets, take it or leave it.
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Through darkness, shadows, midnight waits, cold winds give scent to a lost souls fate. Viciously consuming, ripping limb from limb, a lifeless body way past moving, crimson grim... crimson grim... crimson...
Orion hangs high in a midnight sky while anxious winds kiss teary eyes, only to leave your soul behind ...in the hands of another.
I might be leaving, but Ill never leave you. Take me in, inhale me, until our lips are shades of blue. Its the road thats stolen me, from your fragile hands. My dear, love is red...
Your veins, keep calling out my name, stay away from me, and Ill do the same. Curiosity strikes again, with the same pale face. Pity comes way too late, turn around and face your fate. Face your fate. Turn around and face your fate. Face your fate.
Orion hangs high in a midnight sky while anxious winds kiss teary eyes, only to leave your soul behind ...in the hands of another.
I might be leaving, but Ill never leave you. Take me in, inhale me, until our lips are shades of blue. Its the road thats stolen me, from your fragile hands. My dear, love is red... Love is red... Crimson grim... Crimson grim... Crimson grim...
Orion hangs high in a midnight sky while anxious winds kiss teary eyes, only to leave your soul behind ...in the hands of another.
I might be leaving, but Ill never leave you. Take me in, inhale me, until our lips are shades of blue. Its the road thats stolen me, from your fragile hands. My dear, love is red... I might be leaving, but Ill never leave you. Take me in, inhale me, until our lips are shades of blue. Its the road thats stolen me, from your fragile hands. My dear, love is red...
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I'm screaming so loud, my throat is bursting. But like a falling tree in the woods, if no one's listening am I making noise. Although I'm still snared by the words of my own breath, I realize a body cannot suffer in sweet repose. Take heart, this will be over soon.
This is everything that you don't want to hear. Never again, never again, will my voice fall on deaf ears.
This is everything that you don't want to hear. Never again, never again, will my voice fall on deaf ears.
Traded my life for one on the road, gave up it all, but kept my soul.
Hardly a man, no longer a child, I'm just another L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
Loud, obnoxious, pissed off, kid with something to prove, I've got nothing to lose.
I'm ready to die, ready to die, cause I'm a L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
Dressed in black, with a target painted on my back, I've learned to adapt to this pedestal you've placed me on. I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die, we are all lost boys. L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
We all want what we can't have, so it's time we take it all back.
This world's the iron, we're the rust, what's this world going to do with us.
We are the hammer, we must strike while the iron is hot.
It's time we lead and not follow. Quit acting like the space inside your chest is hollow.
Search for me, deep in the cities, singing a rebel yell of pity.
There's more than blood pumping through these veins. No pain, no gain.
You'll find me deep in the cities, singing a rebel yell of pity.
There's more than blood pumping through these veins. No pain, no gain. NO PAIN, NO GAIN. No pain, no gain.
Like a falling tree in the woods, if no one's listening am I making noise.
Traded my life, for one on the road, gave up it all, but kept my soul.
Hardly a man, no longer a child, I'm just another L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
Loud, obnoxious, pissed off, kid with something to prove, I've got nothing to lose.
I'm ready to die, ready to die, cause I'm a L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
Dressed in black, with a target painted on my back, I've learned to adapt to this pedestal you've placed me on. I'm ready to die, ready to die, cause I'm a L.O.S.T. B.O.Y.
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Life's short, so take every precious second for what it's worth.
You never know when death and company will come beating down your door.
Only time will tell if this long hard life we live is worth living.
Like the harsh winds and crashing waves, nature is so unforgiving.
Like the harsh winds and crashing waves, we'll keep beating the shores of yesterday.
We'll all decay, we'll all fade away. It's fate. We can't escape this life-long tragedy.
We'll all decay, we'll surely fade away. Living from day to day, they say "No guts, no glory".
We can't fear death. A live lived in fear isn't a life lived at all.
We can't fear death. A live lived in fear isn't a life lived at all.
A bird of ill omen, cloaked in the fiction we subsist.
Inhaling, absorbing all signs of life that still exist.
I wonder what it feels like to have your whole life flash before you.
To relive every moment, every smile, every heartache you've been through.
Like the harsh winds and crashing waves, we'll keep beating the shores of yesterday.
We'll all decay, we'll all fade away. It's fate. We can't escape this life-long tragedy.
We'll all decay, we'll surely fade away. Living from day to day, they say "No guts, no glory".
We'll all decay, we'll all fade away (fade away). We can't escape this life-long tragedy.
We'll all decay, we'll surely fade away. Living from day to day, they say "No guts, no glory".
You're walking in deception, it's time to meet your Maker.
You're walking in deception, it's time to meet your Maker.
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