This is the start of the second part. of a song that you'll never hear.. This is how it felt stealing pieces of hell. to adorn the walls of your apartment with..
Unhinge all hearts with speed.. If you need something to believe,. we can bury them deep.. We'll put our faith in new machines.. Once we've exhausted all the oil and pornography.
Everywhere in vans and behind garage doors, a hospice. ward of all the kids we know foregoing student loans. to watch the joints play catch up with bored. set life.
I hope you find what you've been looking for. before I find my way to the door.. I hope your pride capsizes from the tears in your eyes. and drown in them like so many before..
Catastrophe!. Now all my happiest memories. bear distance resemblance. to a nations spent shell casings to me.. It's so obscene.. With guns, germs, and steel we march faithfully into war.
It's not the end! Forget what I said that fucking. letter says, I'm not going over. I'm not crossing. oceans for them. It's not defense and I wont let the.
The weight's been slipping away for days.. Sleeping on the floor and trying hard not to breathe,. it seems this just might be unravelling me.. I woke up just in time.
I can't believe you kids are still on this eyeliner. and 'my girlfriend's dead shit.' What if the biggest. part of trends was knowing when to give up on them?.
Sin first through the madness, Glass and Ash. Rooftop. perched staggering captains over the backyard captive.. and it's not what's so attractive is in the madness.
If Saturdays end sadder days,. pay stubs should bring salvation. accelerating heartbeats happily.. But these days our day jobs barely cover insurance,.
WITHOUT A BROKEN HEART, YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO SING ABOUT!. With all those rehashed hooks,. you've got no chance of standing out.. You try to hard and hope the hook sticks..
If I apologize for the swift and sudden rise in the recurring themes of love and God and war, will you make amends for the way we all pretend these aren't the thing we think about when we can't think about our jobs anymore?.
Incapable of holding down real jobs. and can't make rent,. so for a life in the arts. we deem ourselves destined.. Skip across my record collection. until a song strikes my soul..
Dusk hits and the whole world gets to be, "knock three times, tell them who sent you and who you came to see". I could find you in any dive in any one of these Dark streets. In a vinyl booth with a stranger, dripping insincerities. And all those promises to me you mumbled. I guess you'll keep them eventually...(to someone else).
With nitroglycerine dripping off our chins. and elbows sliding off the bar,. we speak and breathe and charm our way. under trains and between cars.. I'm drinking whatever you're buying.
You should have left, well enough alone. Think of all the sleeping out here, dreaming of a home. A 30 year mortgage of their own. You should have let us stay healthy and work our fingers to the bone. So what if it hurts? We all deserve the right to die for something. But if they let you waste away on the waiting room floor, just say, "There is no fear in this heart". You should have said, "You'll have t take what you can get," instead of letting us stay desperate and just work ourselves to death. So what if it hurts? So what if the stasis with a gracious smile is all you deserve? What if the basis for care is what you can afford? You'll get a permanent place in a public ward. So what if it hurts? So what if I place in my broken faith is all you deserve?.