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Bring It
- NORA
Running out of reasons to try.
Running out of things to say.
Running out of smiles to fake.
Running out of ways to lie.
Running out of reasons.
What the fuck am I going to do?
This is my life.
What the fuck am I going to do?
Too busy to hit bottom.
I don't have time to burn out.
I live to toe the line so bring it on.
I'm not interested in conciliation.
I don't have time for sympathy,
And I hate surprises.
If this is it then let me know.
If it's gonna get worse I can take it...try me.
It's the best that I've got.
Make it enough.
It's the best that you'll get.
Make it enough.
I don't have time to hit bottom.
It takes too long to climb back out.
I don't have time.
Bring it.
Nobody Takes Pictures Of The Drummer -NORA
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Watched your lips move during that interview.
That voice wasn't yours.
Spitting poison that's not dangerous,
Throwing knives that are dull.
I read what you said in that interview.
Was that you?
Why didn't it hurt you when you cut yourself?
How come there's no blood coming from those wounds?
Just not that cool.
You're no hero.
What if you meant it?
We meant it when we sang along.
What the fuck did you think I was pointing my finger at?
My see-through-hero,
You can't block the bullets I'm going to shoot at you.
Living Each Day Like You're Already Dead -Atreyu
Raise up the ghosts of the dead - I won't die like them
Push past the point of raw emotion - I will breathe
Exist with a broken spirit - I will die complete
Ignore what the angels say enjoy that special place where the demons speak to me
I won't pick out the lining of my coffin yet unless I am sure that color satin is me
Better yet go with crushed velvet, that way I'll be damn sure to enjoy eternity
My daily life writes the eulogy, engraved on tombstone diaries
laid to rest with the passing of time
Seems to me that even love can die
And the rituals, that fade away, and the roses that cease to be laid
And to me it clearly appears that we're already one foot in a very shallow grave
I will love with passion
You live like you're dead
As each day dies, are we living on to the next or passing on in the twilight
Someone's Standing On My Chest -Atreyu
Starving searching this barren wasteland
Trying to grasp being this alone
Pleading for a breath of fresh air, someone's standing on my chest
Dying I'm asphyxiating myself
Break myself slave to my weakness choke on my words
Oh I'm drowning and I feel so alone
The lights are on and I wish I was home
My lips are screaming pretty nothings
My ears are bleeding for want of words, fuck words I need actions
Hope as left me fucking shattered
Someone's standing on my chest
Alone would be a pleasant change from here
How do you gauge loneliness how you ever felt so alone
It feels like the light will never reach me here
I am choking back my longing for shed tears
So strangulated by my lonesome fears plead
Don't worry too much, it only hurts when I breathe
i got boredd....