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riseagainstrocks · 06-07-2005, 05:19 PM

hey kids,

i got some new stuff. some of these are rewritten oldies.

Escapist Theory
i am being held down
i am being held down

i am falling through
this wall of escapist technique
and i am willingly going
into darkness without abandon

i am throwing caution to the wind
and i am walking into stormclouds

i am being held down
i am being held down
please

i am nothing less than what you've given
this shell of steel and brittle glass
and i am willingly going
into this thresher of souls

i am going, knives out
and i am not stopping until i've done

i am being held down
i am being held down
please, won't you

i am trying to find a way through
this reflection of double-crossing
and i am willingly going
into retribution without repair

i am choking on this snag in plans
and i am seeking your faith in me

i am being held down
i am being held down
please, won't you
please, won't you
----
1:
i am going to take your arms and
this mouth of yours with which you curse
and i am going to put them
into someone who could use them better than you
----
2:
i am willing to give my soul for someone
this endless hell of constant battle
and i am willingly going
into this lake of fire at my end

And now it seems we can’t rhyme

Fleeting

That’s all I can bring myself to say

That’s all that describes you

Tear me open and look inside

Sew me up and hear my lies

Tear me open and kill me again

Seems your wrong and dead too

But knowing how our play ends (in tragedy it seems) will we rewrite the ending? Or hope some miracle will help us survive. Aren’t we done pretending?

But your so fleeting and I can only sit here my hands tied. You know where I am. You speak to me but you voice is too fleeting

Sick From The Mirror

…transmission interrupted…

take from my hand
the knife I mended
take from my hand
the knife I mended

reflection is scattered
your face is so scattered
pull the wedding veil over your eyes
there’s a bomb inside the altar, my love, goodnight

take the knife from my hand.
Take the knife from my hand.
Take the knife from my hand.
Take. The. Knife.

Cut loose the ropes that bind your hands
We’ll stop the clock the final time
Our final walk in the light it all begins tonight

Strange how I see you and know nothing
Strange how I touch you, and can know nothing

I’ll try to diffuse the bomb but I’m not making promises
a lethal injection of love hits our veins
I’m so sorry, I tried so ****ing hard
Please take the knife…

23 Hours Left In The Worst Day Of My Life

Sleep is so persuasive when you’re desperate
I’ll turn off the alarm, try to turn off the world
Leave me to corroded paper and dimming light

You and me, could be, another fatal memory

Better instinct says no but I’ll over analyze
Funny how the lines on your arms run parallel
I noticed that the first night
Notice how it was already the last?

And we dance in this endless waltz
Let the dissonant symphony wash over you, wash over me
The bitter notes mix with sour melodies
It causes us to fade into obscurity
Quick, grab my hand before we’re too far gone…

I won’t wait for this time; half past 2 and I’ll leave
I swear you won’t make it; you’re in a speeding coffin
A final rose is best it seems, to please, and me
I’ll die with the knowledge of what happened

And we dance in this endless waltz
Let the dissonant symphony wash over you, wash over me
The bitter notes mix with sour melodies
The last word I ever said was please
But I slew the final kiss you missed and now we’re too far gone

Spitting Back Words With Just A Bit More Venom

We’ve reached the end my dear
And I’ve got the rope right here
Enough to hang you right where I want you

I’ll sing back your words
Now tell me how it hurts
To not have any recourse or grace

I’ll look upon you for the last time tonight
Hoping that what I’m doing can start to set things right
Loving the unloved can hurt so much some times
Lets rip the story from the headlines!

How could you think I’d help you?
Your head’s on my shoulder wanting some comfort

I’ll say it was the only way
And I won’t feel guilty or ashamed
I planned this every night I lied

I hope you can see
The scars you’ve given me
And so ends all your voiceless whispers

I’ll look upon you for the last time tonight
Hoping that what I’m doing can start to set things right
Loving the unloved can hurt so much some times
Lets rip the story from the headlines

06-07-2005, 05:19 PM	#1 (permalink)
riseagainstrocks Music Addict Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: DC Posts: 3,320	My new stuff hey kids, i got some new stuff. some of these are rewritten oldies. Escapist Theory i am being held down i am being held down i am falling through this wall of escapist technique and i am willingly going into darkness without abandon i am throwing caution to the wind and i am walking into stormclouds i am being held down i am being held down please i am nothing less than what you've given this shell of steel and brittle glass and i am willingly going into this thresher of souls i am going, knives out and i am not stopping until i've done i am being held down i am being held down please, won't you i am trying to find a way through this reflection of double-crossing and i am willingly going into retribution without repair i am choking on this snag in plans and i am seeking your faith in me i am being held down i am being held down please, won't you please, won't you ---- 1: i am going to take your arms and this mouth of yours with which you curse and i am going to put them into someone who could use them better than you ---- 2: i am willing to give my soul for someone this endless hell of constant battle and i am willingly going into this lake of fire at my end And now it seems we can’t rhyme Fleeting That’s all I can bring myself to say That’s all that describes you Tear me open and look inside Sew me up and hear my lies Tear me open and kill me again Seems your wrong and dead too But knowing how our play ends (in tragedy it seems) will we rewrite the ending? Or hope some miracle will help us survive. Aren’t we done pretending? But your so fleeting and I can only sit here my hands tied. You know where I am. You speak to me but you voice is too fleeting Sick From The Mirror …transmission interrupted… take from my hand the knife I mended take from my hand the knife I mended reflection is scattered your face is so scattered pull the wedding veil over your eyes there’s a bomb inside the altar, my love, goodnight take the knife from my hand. Take the knife from my hand. Take the knife from my hand. Take. The. Knife. Cut loose the ropes that bind your hands We’ll stop the clock the final time Our final walk in the light it all begins tonight Strange how I see you and know nothing Strange how I touch you, and can know nothing I’ll try to diffuse the bomb but I’m not making promises a lethal injection of love hits our veins I’m so sorry, I tried so **ing hard Please take the knife… 23 Hours Left In The Worst Day Of My Life Sleep is so persuasive when you’re desperate I’ll turn off the alarm, try to turn off the world Leave me to corroded paper and dimming light You and me, could be, another fatal memory Better instinct says no but I’ll over analyze Funny how the lines on your arms run parallel I noticed that the first night Notice how it was already the last? And we dance in this endless waltz Let the dissonant symphony wash over you, wash over me The bitter notes mix with sour melodies It causes us to fade into obscurity Quick, grab my hand before we’re too far gone… I won’t wait for this time; half past 2 and I’ll leave I swear you won’t make it; you’re in a speeding coffin A final rose is best it seems, to please, and me I’ll die with the knowledge of what happened And we dance in this endless waltz Let the dissonant symphony wash over you, wash over me The bitter notes mix with sour melodies The last word I ever said was please But I slew the final kiss you missed and now we’re too far gone Spitting Back Words With Just A Bit More Venom** We’ve reached the end my dear And I’ve got the rope right here Enough to hang you right where I want you I’ll sing back your words Now tell me how it hurts To not have any recourse or grace I’ll look upon you for the last time tonight Hoping that what I’m doing can start to set things right Loving the unloved can hurt so much some times Lets rip the story from the headlines! How could you think I’d help you? Your head’s on my shoulder wanting some comfort I’ll say it was the only way And I won’t feel guilty or ashamed I planned this every night I lied I hope you can see The scars you’ve given me And so ends all your voiceless whispers I’ll look upon you for the last time tonight Hoping that what I’m doing can start to set things right Loving the unloved can hurt so much some times Lets rip the story from the headlines __________________ One note timeless, came out of nowhere...