All non believers stand aside in fear. A new day's marching through the door. How could you ever think you might get here?. Did it bleed?. Was it sore?.
Coheed and Cambria. No World For Tomorrow. The Road And The Damned. I believe in the world right in front of me,. but now, along these empty streets. where this curse holds these memories of a man,.
[phone rings]. [woman walks to phone and picks up]. . [woman:]. Hello.. . [music begins]. . [Man:]. Hello Apollo.. Where should I begin?. . Related. .
Hell must know. There have been worse things I've done. I'll hold out these hands. Receive the sound.. Approach these days. will we accept the things we must?.
They move too fast to be words behind your teeth. The give and go of most of your memories. But I'm not the one that they need pray for. If I've got it all then what does do.
Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed?. In the heart of the enduring. 'Cause when you opened that door, you knew,. well now there'd be no returning.
Slowly the pen touches paper. In the guidance of the words that you write. Memories roll in of the things you once did,. And who you had shared them with.
I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion. But I thought out it so like there's no other way it could of been done. Will they size my fit for a puzzle I wish not to play part in it?.
With the worries that i'd give for her and she told the worst of me. My wanting to just hold her head in my arms and feel her breathe. No, im not going to give you want so if you please.
I'm paranoid and sick of this. World's misconception of things I did. My language poured across this wrist. In a metaphoric disaster. . My guess, I'm missing out the punch line.
I believed, in the world right in front of me. But now, along these empty streets. Where this curse haunts these memories. Of a man and all he's lost.
The worlds have now learned of the worst yet to come. On the brink of an end, a boy learns to run.. How you love, or could you, mr. Man-of-the-Year?. Walking tall with nothing to fear..
We're throwing all caution to the wind. It's better to think about what's ahead than behind. Then only I have, got a better chance at failure. But my mind has a clever way of turning.
These are the days, the end complete. A world still turning to the sound of the suffering. You are the jury, we are the saints.. . Our minds divide, the past repeats.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. . No, no, no, no, no, no, no. . No, no, no, no, no, no, no. . No, no, no, no, no, no, no. . Related. . Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably.
I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion. But I thought out it so like there's no other way it could of been done. Will they size my fit for a puzzle I wish not to play part in it?.
At birth given scars along tender heart liberties. Injustice for awkward living situated casualties. They lay dead along your floor careful not to wake them they're sleeping.
With the worries that I'd give her and she told the worst of me. My wanting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze. No, I'm not going to give you what you want so if you please.
Rocked silent in a soft lullaby. Panic stirred me, awakened by a ringing phone in time. Where and when would I see her?. . Crazy were the words that scribbled out your mouth.
I followed your every move,. in a stride that wills disguise. Little markings clue defined.. Your red lips speak of painted figures,. the teeth of mangled little listeners,.