Bang! ; FST aka BEHOLD EM'S CRAZY TASTE IN MUSIC
BECAUSE I'M A MASSIVE DORK.
The Servant // Cells
My skin feels like orange peel
My eyes have been vacuum-sealed
My organs move like a squirm of eels
We should be more adventurous with our meals
They annoy me those who employ me
They could destroy me
They should enjoy me
Ok Go // Get Over It
Lot of knots, lot of snags
Lot of holes, lot of cracks, lot of crags
Lot of naggin' old hags
Lot of fools, lot of fool scum bags
Oh, it's such a drag, what a chore
Oh, your wounds are full of salt
Everything's a stress, and what's more
Well, it's all somebody's fault
Chumbawamba // Tubthumping
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Emilie Autumn // Dead is the New Alive
And what is peace without a blessed, blessed, blessed fight?
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life
The World Inferno Friendship Society // Addicted To Bad Ideas
Because I can
'Cause no one can stop me
'Cause it makes up for things I lost
Because I'm addicted to bad ideas and all the beauty in this world
Panic! At The Disco // Trade Mistakes
I feel marooned in this body.
Deserted; my organs can go on without me.
You can't fly these wings (fly these wings)
You can't sleep in this box with me.
Let me save you, hold this rope.
Woodkind // Iron
From the dawn of time to the end of days
I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
Of the blood on my lips, again
Marianas Trench // Shake Tramp
Sorry but I tried
It was never mine
And I can still pretend
I guess it all depends
I'm still a little crazy all the time
But I still try to hide it
That's still mine
Modest Mouse // Float On
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh, what did I say?
Well, you just laughed it off, it was all okay
And we'll all float on, okay
