Fanmix - Wicked Soldiers
Title: Wicked Soldiers
Subject: Rios/Salem
Fandom: Army of Two
Warnings: Dark/violent themes, allusions to alcohol abuse.
Notes: What happens when I spend my weekend playing a new video game, I guess. If any of this is a little off, I apologize - I haven't finished the game yet. But it's kind of vastly AU from mine and Hakura's playing with it anyway. :P
tonic. WICKED SOLDIER.
oh, tell the tale of the wicked soldier
oh, tell the tale of the wicked man
switchfoot. LEARNING TO BREATHE.
I could use a fresh beginning, too
all of my regrets are nothing new
so this is the way that I say I need you
this is the way that I'm learning to breathe
dashboard confessional. MORNING CALLS.
morning calls for pain relief
a line above the step beneath
the worst that you could do
and the best that you could hope for
is hardly the best
switchfoot. BULLET SOUL.
we rise and fall together
our hearts still beat below
you can't stand by forever
you're a kid with a bullet soul
are you ready to go?
dashboard confessional. SAINTS AND SAILORS.
so don't be a liar
don't say that "everything's working"
when everything's broken
and you smile like a saint
but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the joke's on me
switchfoot. DIRTY SECOND HANDS.
you're not quite as tough as you thought
you bought the American rot
the very seed that you thought you shot
with dirty second hands, dirty second hands
you might be right
the fight might be right inside you
the blind leading the lied to
tonight maybe to bind you with dirty second hands
dashboard confessional. THIS BITTER PILL.
it's wearing off
and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
and a head to match
the bottle is waiting
the cap is twisted and begging to be used
and so are you
switchfoot. ECONOMY OF MERCY.
these carbon shells
these fragile dusty frames
house canvases of souls
we are bruised and broken masterpieces
but we did not paint ourselves
editors. THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD.
you fuse my broken bones back together
and then lift the weight of the world from my shoulders
again
switchfoot. THE FATAL WOUND.
this is the real thing
no rubber bullets now
this is the final bow
[...] let's go down together
with the fatal wound
Subject: Rios/Salem
Fandom: Army of Two
Warnings: Dark/violent themes, allusions to alcohol abuse.
Notes: What happens when I spend my weekend playing a new video game, I guess. If any of this is a little off, I apologize - I haven't finished the game yet. But it's kind of vastly AU from mine and Hakura's playing with it anyway. :P
tonic. WICKED SOLDIER.
oh, tell the tale of the wicked soldier
oh, tell the tale of the wicked man
switchfoot. LEARNING TO BREATHE.
I could use a fresh beginning, too
all of my regrets are nothing new
so this is the way that I say I need you
this is the way that I'm learning to breathe
dashboard confessional. MORNING CALLS.
morning calls for pain relief
a line above the step beneath
the worst that you could do
and the best that you could hope for
is hardly the best
switchfoot. BULLET SOUL.
we rise and fall together
our hearts still beat below
you can't stand by forever
you're a kid with a bullet soul
are you ready to go?
dashboard confessional. SAINTS AND SAILORS.
so don't be a liar
don't say that "everything's working"
when everything's broken
and you smile like a saint
but you curse like a sailor
and your eyes say the joke's on me
switchfoot. DIRTY SECOND HANDS.
you're not quite as tough as you thought
you bought the American rot
the very seed that you thought you shot
with dirty second hands, dirty second hands
you might be right
the fight might be right inside you
the blind leading the lied to
tonight maybe to bind you with dirty second hands
dashboard confessional. THIS BITTER PILL.
it's wearing off
and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
and a head to match
the bottle is waiting
the cap is twisted and begging to be used
and so are you
switchfoot. ECONOMY OF MERCY.
these carbon shells
these fragile dusty frames
house canvases of souls
we are bruised and broken masterpieces
but we did not paint ourselves
editors. THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD.
you fuse my broken bones back together
and then lift the weight of the world from my shoulders
again
switchfoot. THE FATAL WOUND.
this is the real thing
no rubber bullets now
this is the final bow
[...] let's go down together
with the fatal wound