Break through the undertow, your hands I can't seem to find. Pollution burns my tongue, cough words I can't speak so I. . Stop my struggling, then I float to the surface.
We celebrate the downfall with ticker tape parades. Oblivious to the fucking mess left lying in the wake. "God grant me the strength to let my children starve".
Gethsemane!. . It was the perfect night. Then you had to go and ruin it with a kiss now. I'm trapped inside here. The innocence we held once so carelessly.
Getting trampled under boots of progress. Ignore the pleading of the nameless faces. Now with our (backs) against the wall. How long 'til we fall?. Do away with all the underprivileged.
Gethsemane!. . It was the perfect night. Then you had to go and ruin it with a kiss now. I'm trapped inside here. The innocence we held once so carelessly.
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We are the children you reject and disregard. These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts. You can't disown us now, we are your own flesh and blood.
In the face. Of change. That's when she turned to me and said. "I'm not sure anymore". . And there. Amidst the waves and the cloudless skies. That blanket the year before.
Wait. . I'm not listening to you now. I wasn't listening to you then. I know that nothing. Will be the same again. . There's only so much I can handle.
On that day they'll tell you. That life hummed on with no clue. The warning signs were all dismissed or shouted down. So it goes. The kings all failed to tell us.
All we are is entertainment. Caught up in our own derangement. Tell us what to say and what to do. All we are are pretty faces. Picture perfect bottled rage.
Deep inside these burning buildings. Voices die to be heard. Years we spent teaching a lesson. We ourselves had never learned. . And if strength is born from heartbreak.
We don't sleep very much. These triggers ache for the touch. Where's the strength we relied on?. Here alone, like a crutch. Maybe that's what keeps us up.
All the way at the bottom. Of the barrels we cry out. So ashamed of our tears that. We blame only ourselves. That's when they win. They keep us convinced.
Do you spend your days counting the hours you're awake?. And when night covers the sky you find yourself doing the same. It's a burden you've been bearing in spite of all your prayers.
She got down on hands and knees. One ear against the ground. Holding her breath to hear something. But the dirt made not a sound, tonight. . Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores.
Warm yourself by the fire, son. And the morning will come soon. I'll tell you stories of a better time. In a place that we once knew. . Before we packed our bags.
The city grieves, like widows clasping. folded flags against their hearts.. Raindrops feel like dirt and roses. on black coffins in the dark.. Not yet corpses, still we rot.
I never claimed to be something more than me. Your standards I refuse to see. I will answer only to myself. So why don't you police someone else. . The place I call home isn't there anymore.