Track one finished!!!!!!!!!!
Story
Bring forth the broken thoughts that impair the mind from carrying on
Dig deep into your soul searching for the peices that fill in the cracks that pull you down.
Put together a story of broken dreams killing the thought of ever pulling yourself out.
Now your digging deeper pulling out whats become of you.
You've nailed yourself to a cross that keeps wondering souls at rest.
You've severed the ties with whom sets you free.
Your on your own now suffering your darkest secrets pulling the ropes around your neck for each one. Destiny holds tight on the darkest secrets you keep. Pulling you forward till the rope breaks. As the rope is breaking you can feel each fiber tearing. As each fiber breaks it releases a memory from the past that further burns your skin. As you release each memory a sense of calming comes over you. Everything is getting dark, to dark to see.
(song) (Heartbeat stays the same but a small beat hits behind it
spoken to a beat)
Tonight a sense of wonder
Wonder of what I should be
Tonight I sense a wonder
Wonder how it should have been
These ropes are getting tighter
no wonder my face is getting whiter
These things don't have to be
I just need to open up and see
I have everything I need
Just appreciate the things you have
and not the way things used to be
Tonight I sense a wonder
Just you wait and see
What kills you most your hiding under
open up your senses disguise the plunder
As everything is going black
You'll feel that sense of wonder
Its amazing what you'll hold on to
that already exists before you go under.
(2x)
Story (Heartbeat plus wind-chimes.)
The graves breath quietly beneath me in the cold night air. I walk through the midst, wondering what I missed. Destiny though I do not believe, trust me when I say, the ghosts of the nightly air swirl and conjure. The skeletons in my closet seek the truth, the truth I buried here in this cemetery, my home. May they rest in peace for one day I shall join them. One day peace will come.
As I walk home on this cold winter night, the graves seem to speak to me. I stop to listen, I hear them telling me things I should not hear. Bless me for I cannot allow these things to control me. One night they shall rise again. How do I keep this from happening? I pull of my clothes and bask in the cold wet snow. Have I gone crazy? The cold feels good on my body for I am burning up. The fever cast upon me by the skeletons I've buried, has its tight grip on my reality. They wish to bid me goodbye for they need their slumber.
I pulled my clothes back on for my fever has broken. My clothes, still warm from before, feel good against my cold wet skin. I wish I had someone to keep me warm. I need someone now for I cannot do this alone. Someday I shall play their games and get myself straight, forever damning them to their graves forever and eternity never to rise again.
Bring forth the broken thoughts that impair the mind from carrying on
Dig deep into your soul searching for the peices that fill in the cracks that pull you down.
Put together a story of broken dreams killing the thought of ever pulling yourself out.
Now your digging deeper pulling out whats become of you.
You've nailed yourself to a cross that keeps wondering souls at rest.
You've severed the ties with whom sets you free.
Your on your own now suffering your darkest secrets pulling the ropes around your neck for each one. Destiny holds tight on the darkest secrets you keep. Pulling you forward till the rope breaks. As the rope is breaking you can feel each fiber tearing. As each fiber breaks it releases a memory from the past that further burns your skin. As you release each memory a sense of calming comes over you. Everything is getting dark, to dark to see.
(song) (Heartbeat stays the same but a small beat hits behind it
spoken to a beat)
Tonight a sense of wonder
Wonder of what I should be
Tonight I sense a wonder
Wonder how it should have been
These ropes are getting tighter
no wonder my face is getting whiter
These things don't have to be
I just need to open up and see
I have everything I need
Just appreciate the things you have
and not the way things used to be
Tonight I sense a wonder
Just you wait and see
What kills you most your hiding under
open up your senses disguise the plunder
As everything is going black
You'll feel that sense of wonder
Its amazing what you'll hold on to
that already exists before you go under.
(2x)
Story (Heartbeat plus wind-chimes.)
The graves breath quietly beneath me in the cold night air. I walk through the midst, wondering what I missed. Destiny though I do not believe, trust me when I say, the ghosts of the nightly air swirl and conjure. The skeletons in my closet seek the truth, the truth I buried here in this cemetery, my home. May they rest in peace for one day I shall join them. One day peace will come.
As I walk home on this cold winter night, the graves seem to speak to me. I stop to listen, I hear them telling me things I should not hear. Bless me for I cannot allow these things to control me. One night they shall rise again. How do I keep this from happening? I pull of my clothes and bask in the cold wet snow. Have I gone crazy? The cold feels good on my body for I am burning up. The fever cast upon me by the skeletons I've buried, has its tight grip on my reality. They wish to bid me goodbye for they need their slumber.
I pulled my clothes back on for my fever has broken. My clothes, still warm from before, feel good against my cold wet skin. I wish I had someone to keep me warm. I need someone now for I cannot do this alone. Someday I shall play their games and get myself straight, forever damning them to their graves forever and eternity never to rise again.