a grip on you Cause there's nothing else to do And I, I'm captured by a movie It rewinds before it ends In the last scene of a planecrash Guess we'll
A bag o' stories left to be untold, A dozen dreams outside & cold Waiting till his hopes unfold And every step of the way to escape the past mistakes A
the ending of a fight And in the ashes is insanity incinerated by humanity We make our way through an awful stench and lean a hand to close a trench
it together I dodged your eyes and left Of all the things that can touch us most Deceptions met after coming close You'll get a thorn when you expect a
: Let me lead you back to midnight skies When the world was calm & paralyzed I take you could need a ride in twilight And make our world brandnew You
Maybe it isn't right for me to say, because I don't think I was ever really yours at all. And I, I'm not the one to hold a grudge. But I can't forget
But Charlie's had a good life And Charlie's got a good wife And after tonight she'll no longer Be countin' the days Eighteen wheels and a dozen roses
find you, Nothing to save you, Won't ever change, Won't ever find you, Won't ever change, Nothing to save you, What a waste, Wake up in a sea of passion
*A CONCEPT FROM FIRE* Let's march through the gates and burn alive. I'm afraid of the ending. But Im reckless, I've torn apart my inner binding. That
You think it would be best If I'm put to rest Push push push away And think I can't See right through you See where that got you I see you crawling
lied to well. But it's never enough to please Yet my tounge stayed tied And these eyes never looked down on you But you turned your back when I needed a
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word as truth as though its good, I know we'll never meet again, I know you'll suffer in the end, Found out that life is but a dream, What I want
You planted the seed inside her head To cultivate it and help it grow into a monster Your out of control so she'll know just what your all about My dreams
I'm feeling "Why try anymore?" The ice is broken The page is open now For all the world to see We've scratched the surface For what it's worth
be a war possessed with all this weakness, Send down the conqueror that can transport all like its off into a new world, If all we've ever known turned out to be a
, with no regret, The way she spins her web! Well you're not opossed to being a martyr. Get a grip on your life, or this will end. Get a grip on your