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The best and the brightest are rotting away
Yesterday's heroes are garbage today
We made the wrong choices, we took the wrong paths
It's easier now just to think of the past
Loose lips sank ships and no one survived
What could have been is all just a lie
High hopes and potential just led to shit
Everyone failed, everyone quit
We passed out, We dropped out
We missed out, We lost out...
The only thing worse than losing the one thing that you love,
is having the one thing that you love
turned into everything that you fucking hate.
It all just falls apart from there
and yes, I loved you, and now it's all falling apart
and the pieces come crashing down on me.
Celluloid heroes are a fucking fraud
Built up legends to distract us
I don't give a fuck about airbrushed beauty
And i don't give a shit about the cause celeb
Los Angleles is where you go to die
The palm trees cast shadows on paradise
And we continue to worship at the altar of the stars
Hollywood rots in the sun.
For a minute there I almost believed you
And I wanted to forgive you for everything you've done
And I could feel safe but miserable
In a familiar world of lies and misinformation
But then I remembered that everything you've ever said
and everything you've ever done
add up to more wrongs,
than could ever make a right
So don't try to talk to me
'cause a thousand Fuck You's would never be enough
So I'm only gonna say this once
FUCK YOU IM NEVER COMING BACK
If what it boils down to is that "you're either for us or against us,"
I guess I've got a tough, tough choice to make.
'Cause hollow patriotic actions and re-enactments don't move me.
And mostly this 21st century brand of propaganda and rhetoric,
Co-produced by Disney, and sanatized by CGI. Just makes me sick.
And when I peer through.
Through the red. Through the white. And through the blue.
I can see people like you.
Using tragedy to to advance your own narrow moral crusade.
Try to wash it all away
You can't remove the stains
You had your chance, you made your mark, now it's too late
You had your chance, you made your mark, now there's just hate
It's all so ironic the things that you think
You preface them all with a nod and a wink
The clothes that you wear and the words that you speak
You're so fucking clever, you're tongues in your cheek
You stand on the sidelines and shit on it all
never getting involved 'cause you might take the fall
Your apathy hides the fact that you're scared
of expressing opinions or showing you care
The irony is that you totally suck
You can look down on me and I don't give a fuck
'Cause I hate assholes who hide behind fashion
Who live life devoid of emotion or passion
All style and no substance, you're flesh without bone
Another footsoldier in an army of clones
So fuck your snide ways and your snotty asides
I fucking hate you and all of your kind
You.......I hate you
You are who you fuck, or so I am told
In this miserable city, where status is gold
I've seen shit-eating people who claw their way up
Looking for the acceptance that they never got
It's all about winning the meat market games
Among all the rejects, dropouts and fakes
Did everyone give you the attention you seek
Who's arm are you draped on this fucking week
Trophy boys and trohpy girls
Go fuck yourself, I hate your world
Fair-weather friends are keeping score
Name dropper, name fucker you're a fucking whore
I can see past your slick veneers. Your empty eyes, your hollow sneers. Why not just kill yourselves instead? You fucking people are already dead. Dancing drunk to the radio. 'Cause feeling something is better than nothing at all. And all the drama queens, all you self-pity machines are dancing drunk to the radio. NO ONES GONNA SAVE YOU SO JUST QUIT TRYING. NO ONES GONNA SAVE YOU SO JUST QUIT CRYING
Tonight I saw two eyes staring down at me in this valley of ashes, and I realized what a grotesque thing a rose is. I've been grasping at a light that seems just out of reach but just close enough to blind me. 'Cause I've never noticed that this sand isn't turning into gold. It's all just decadence for the sake of decadence, for the sake of carelessness. And everybody who wears it so well is wondering what they are going to do tomorrow. But the lights are going out and we won't see them again. It's getting fucking dark
The Cul-de-sac jungle is a cruel place. It's a living rotting failure from a different age. And if you're looking for the place that dreams go to die, it's not in the city it's around the outside. You can mortgage your future for subleached purity and accept the sterility in exchange for security, but no matter how many times you run from your fears the same problems always re-appear. Day after day it's all just decay, and the promised land just gets further away. On these dead lawns lie your father's dreams. White flight. White blight. White screams. On these dead lawns lie your mother's dreams.
My life is a warzone, my life is a mess. This world is full of landmines. I can't take this stress. Tread softly. These fields are deadly. One wrong move, one wrong step and you're fucking dead. Landmine getting in my way. Landmine gonna blow me away.
It hurts sometimes to think about how far away this is from what you'd hoped for. The way things were supposed to stay. And though you learned a lesson and you took it with grace, I wish I could stop the cold hand of reality from hitting you in the face. But there is no sparkling clean solution. And shit isn't just gonna get resolved in a half an hour, with special guest stars and pearls of wisdom. So let's not kid ourselves here. You and I were swindled by an image that was so tantalizing and real that I could almost taste it. But now the stench of failure is worse than anything. It permeates everything I do. And I'm starting to realize that I'd rather have nothing than have a lie, and sitting waiting for a life that's already passed me by.
Thank god we've got heroes like you, who bravely stride forward when duty calls. Just slow enough that people can still whisper in your ear. And if compassion means biting your lip and posing for the cameras. Then bravo! Well done! Skull and bones.
Wrap your arms around me. I'm fucking freezing, and I just saw napalm in your eyes. Rip off what's left of another day, another crash. I'm not good with goodbyes. Moments like this don't just come and go, so soak it in. This is all I know. Hollow eyes have seen it all. They say it takes a lifetime for an empire to fall. I keep swallowing, choking on ashes, hoping that you will help me breathe. But tomorrow's not coming. There's nothing left to believe. You look like Christmas to me, pale and glowing. The streetlight catching you through the window. And for a split second I forgot all my failures, and the trash on the street below. I'm here with you. You're here with me. Let's try to forget. Flesh on flesh.
4 years today. and everything was finally ok. i can never forget.
Yesterday's heroes are garbage today
We made the wrong choices, we took the wrong paths
It's easier now just to think of the past
Loose lips sank ships and no one survived
What could have been is all just a lie
High hopes and potential just led to shit
Everyone failed, everyone quit
We passed out, We dropped out
We missed out, We lost out...
The only thing worse than losing the one thing that you love,
is having the one thing that you love
turned into everything that you fucking hate.
It all just falls apart from there
and yes, I loved you, and now it's all falling apart
and the pieces come crashing down on me.
Celluloid heroes are a fucking fraud
Built up legends to distract us
I don't give a fuck about airbrushed beauty
And i don't give a shit about the cause celeb
Los Angleles is where you go to die
The palm trees cast shadows on paradise
And we continue to worship at the altar of the stars
Hollywood rots in the sun.
For a minute there I almost believed you
And I wanted to forgive you for everything you've done
And I could feel safe but miserable
In a familiar world of lies and misinformation
But then I remembered that everything you've ever said
and everything you've ever done
add up to more wrongs,
than could ever make a right
So don't try to talk to me
'cause a thousand Fuck You's would never be enough
So I'm only gonna say this once
FUCK YOU IM NEVER COMING BACK
If what it boils down to is that "you're either for us or against us,"
I guess I've got a tough, tough choice to make.
'Cause hollow patriotic actions and re-enactments don't move me.
And mostly this 21st century brand of propaganda and rhetoric,
Co-produced by Disney, and sanatized by CGI. Just makes me sick.
And when I peer through.
Through the red. Through the white. And through the blue.
I can see people like you.
Using tragedy to to advance your own narrow moral crusade.
Try to wash it all away
You can't remove the stains
You had your chance, you made your mark, now it's too late
You had your chance, you made your mark, now there's just hate
It's all so ironic the things that you think
You preface them all with a nod and a wink
The clothes that you wear and the words that you speak
You're so fucking clever, you're tongues in your cheek
You stand on the sidelines and shit on it all
never getting involved 'cause you might take the fall
Your apathy hides the fact that you're scared
of expressing opinions or showing you care
The irony is that you totally suck
You can look down on me and I don't give a fuck
'Cause I hate assholes who hide behind fashion
Who live life devoid of emotion or passion
All style and no substance, you're flesh without bone
Another footsoldier in an army of clones
So fuck your snide ways and your snotty asides
I fucking hate you and all of your kind
You.......I hate you
You are who you fuck, or so I am told
In this miserable city, where status is gold
I've seen shit-eating people who claw their way up
Looking for the acceptance that they never got
It's all about winning the meat market games
Among all the rejects, dropouts and fakes
Did everyone give you the attention you seek
Who's arm are you draped on this fucking week
Trophy boys and trohpy girls
Go fuck yourself, I hate your world
Fair-weather friends are keeping score
Name dropper, name fucker you're a fucking whore
I can see past your slick veneers. Your empty eyes, your hollow sneers. Why not just kill yourselves instead? You fucking people are already dead. Dancing drunk to the radio. 'Cause feeling something is better than nothing at all. And all the drama queens, all you self-pity machines are dancing drunk to the radio. NO ONES GONNA SAVE YOU SO JUST QUIT TRYING. NO ONES GONNA SAVE YOU SO JUST QUIT CRYING
Tonight I saw two eyes staring down at me in this valley of ashes, and I realized what a grotesque thing a rose is. I've been grasping at a light that seems just out of reach but just close enough to blind me. 'Cause I've never noticed that this sand isn't turning into gold. It's all just decadence for the sake of decadence, for the sake of carelessness. And everybody who wears it so well is wondering what they are going to do tomorrow. But the lights are going out and we won't see them again. It's getting fucking dark
The Cul-de-sac jungle is a cruel place. It's a living rotting failure from a different age. And if you're looking for the place that dreams go to die, it's not in the city it's around the outside. You can mortgage your future for subleached purity and accept the sterility in exchange for security, but no matter how many times you run from your fears the same problems always re-appear. Day after day it's all just decay, and the promised land just gets further away. On these dead lawns lie your father's dreams. White flight. White blight. White screams. On these dead lawns lie your mother's dreams.
My life is a warzone, my life is a mess. This world is full of landmines. I can't take this stress. Tread softly. These fields are deadly. One wrong move, one wrong step and you're fucking dead. Landmine getting in my way. Landmine gonna blow me away.
It hurts sometimes to think about how far away this is from what you'd hoped for. The way things were supposed to stay. And though you learned a lesson and you took it with grace, I wish I could stop the cold hand of reality from hitting you in the face. But there is no sparkling clean solution. And shit isn't just gonna get resolved in a half an hour, with special guest stars and pearls of wisdom. So let's not kid ourselves here. You and I were swindled by an image that was so tantalizing and real that I could almost taste it. But now the stench of failure is worse than anything. It permeates everything I do. And I'm starting to realize that I'd rather have nothing than have a lie, and sitting waiting for a life that's already passed me by.
Thank god we've got heroes like you, who bravely stride forward when duty calls. Just slow enough that people can still whisper in your ear. And if compassion means biting your lip and posing for the cameras. Then bravo! Well done! Skull and bones.
Wrap your arms around me. I'm fucking freezing, and I just saw napalm in your eyes. Rip off what's left of another day, another crash. I'm not good with goodbyes. Moments like this don't just come and go, so soak it in. This is all I know. Hollow eyes have seen it all. They say it takes a lifetime for an empire to fall. I keep swallowing, choking on ashes, hoping that you will help me breathe. But tomorrow's not coming. There's nothing left to believe. You look like Christmas to me, pale and glowing. The streetlight catching you through the window. And for a split second I forgot all my failures, and the trash on the street below. I'm here with you. You're here with me. Let's try to forget. Flesh on flesh.
4 years today. and everything was finally ok. i can never forget.