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Never been much for pity
Never been much for shame
But I can't help but sever the ties
They tie so well
On one side they're holding on to what we were
And here we are, holding the hands of the severed
And we both let go.

You're all just staring, angry faces, begging for a place to die.
Or I could leave you where you stand,
Up upon that hill that'll fall to the wayside.

This hoax to live for, dictating regulation of thoughts.
This hoax to live for, the very plague that kills us all.

And in this scene, I play the protagonist, and as well I play the opposed.

I’m still stitching up the stabs you left,
Weaving in and out slowly.
I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh,
And find evil in the holy.
And still, I see the line
Between the stars, your scars, and mine.
And as this coarse thread pulls,
I feel the veins of the frozen.

Take these animals again
And wrap your ropes around them
Let the demon take you in
And tell us stories about him
I will follow you

Take these animals again
And wrap your ropes around them

And If I could teach the world to be..
I'd teach them all to be something just like me.
Frustrated, bitter, depressing.

Perfect - As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down.

And if you could hold your tongue long enough..

'Cause you bleed all the time.
The pieces of a broken heart are wasted time.

And I can't forgive myself for all the things I've done.
But you, you do.

Bleed one more time for me.
'Cause my heart is filled with loneliness.

Desperately waiting on something that's more than nothing.
I've been here forever waiting just to see your hands.
If you hear me cry, It's just something I'm always doing.
Desperately waiting this wait, I hope it'll be over soon.

Cry

When you cried, when you died

Bury all the differences between us. When I still can't find the air,
You keep the toxins flowing for me,
And I'll bury all the differences between us.
And I still can't help but care for moving mountains,
But your, your head's held high again.

You will find me out. You will find everything.

I'm the sadist that reminds you of your blessing,
And the reaper that takes them away
To a place where they can lay there,
And wilt and rot away.

And this cell's just as cold as you left it,
And I'm scratching the walls to escape it.

She told me don’t let them in.
You’re a copy of a copy.
She told me don’t come again.
This is awful. This is all wrong.

Now I feel it coming back again.
Slide down the walls, on the floor.
Oh, I’ll pretend this isn’t happening this time.

Don't fool the crowd with all your sentiments in vain.
We are alive again. We will survive again.
Don't turn your back to every move you ever made.
We are alive again. We will survive again.

And all these sinners count on us to ease their pain.
We're just as lost as them, we feel the sting from it.
Convincing masses that we're all the same.

There's a dimmer light in this room tonight
And you'll be the last one to know when it's off
So with this dimmer light in my room tonight
I wonder if we're gonna make it at all, at all, at all

And there's a brighter sky to this dreadful night
And you and me are the first to watch it fade
So with this brighter sky from my room tonight

It's a deep, red wound. Enough to stare.
It's a beautiful rose and everyone's aware
You squeeze it tight enough to bleed.
But suicide is something we'd rather not mention here.
In our beautiful world of saving face.

So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you.
And as we stand here waiting for the sound..

These four walls have seen the worst of me.
They're bleeding confession, but they'll never speak.
These four walls have seen the life I truly lead.
They're crying depression. They're weak in the knees.

Right on the floor.

Please walls, stay quiet

I don't want to come back here, to this place.
It's a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.
And I don't want to come back here, to this place.
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it.

And the glass in the trees, and all you left here,
Reflects everything that I missed.

Ten frozen memories lost into your pool of interrupted thought.
I could have reminisced for hours.
But right now you are all I get to remember.
I'm waiting for something to get through to you.
I'm waiting to see a truer side of you, and we're...

Let's make this quick. I'll bother you, you'll tear it away.

I’m still stitching up the stabs you left, weaving in and out slowly
I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh, and find evil in the holy
And still, I see the line between the stars, your scars, and mine
And as this coarse thread pulls, I feel the veins of the frozen

Stay in coma. It’s the only defense we have left

A bad decision leaves me open and I’m left here shuttered for days

She’s a god in her own right. She dims the room light.
While she moves closer, we all move slower.
Tracing white lines, sipping fine wines.
We remember when purity wasn’t dead.

In this darkness I can’t remember when we were stable, we were able.

The sex is the lioness, queen of the temple.

Feeling low, like I’m ready crack and slowly moving from bending to breaking.
I stay diluted to avoid the pain, but I give her more than she can take.
I’m only killing the only haven, the still asylum I haven’t destroyed yet.
And when it’s gone, I’m left with nothing.

This isn’t what we counted on. This isn’t what we said it’d be.
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
This isn’t what we counted on. This isn’t what we said it’d be.

Do we have the time to lay the line between true life, and you in mine.
I want to reel it back before the day when simplicity was washed away.

Like modern morbid prophecies fulfilled.
Like biting on these bitter tasting pills.
And we're just heroes, And we're just heroes.
For the day.

With my back to the wall you've somehow pinned me up against.
Fingernails in the palms of these tightly clenched fists.
And I'm somewhere in between a held tongue and a curse.
Or I could keep it inside, and hide it.
In hopes my avoidance will cure it.
But there's no time for this.
Or I could keep it inside, and hide it.
In hopes my avoidance will cure it.

You sold your soul for an ounce of attention.
Gaining the world and demanding affection.
Will you ever be pleased with your own skin?
Will you ever refuse what they're asking?

You cant hide your insecurities with a pretty face.

Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic.

These are the words that tear you apart.
And these are the words that take you away.
And these are just words they'll tear you apart.
When no one here will say what needs to say.

New medicines should ease this pain.
They're the only ailment for it.

Pretty Pretty, she looks so needy.
She's calm in the face, but she's never forgetting every other time I've been
Angry, raging, clenched up hands.
But I know better than to mix you in my raging cycle in this unstable mind.

I don't want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don't want to let you down.

Pretty Pretty, she looks so needy.
She's calm in the face, but she's never forgetting every other time I've been
Angry, raging, clenched up hands.
But I know better than to mix you in my raging cycle in this unstable mind.

I don't want to let you down.
I want this to feel the same.
I don't want to let you down.

I'm only patient enough to please the masses for so long.
My brittle arms cannot hold up all the walls in this falling tomb.
I'm only caring enough (Drowning in expectation.)
To love oppressors for so long.
Until I begin to crack (I cannot disappoint them)
And the monster will soon come back.

I've got to cut the tube that feeds the undying need for this peace.

In this sinless city, we wear calluses on our hands.
From empty, vain hand-shaking, we see the guilt has left again.
And all will fall, with or without our good will.
So we fool them all, who pray for those who never will.

And we both let go.(x2)

Never been much for pity. Never been much for wishing them well.

(Your tradition)
I'm getting so sick of creating this music to please you
The way it used to be is the very thing that blinds you.

That's why you can't see my God move
'Cause this is not then, and I'm not like you.

(Damnation)

Let it burn in your eyes.
Your cover is blown this time.
And you knew, but you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands.
And like the flies, you'll eat the worst of everything.
And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands.

But you needed this, you needed this, you needed this, you needed this...

So after all, you needed more than a death-threat fall.
You needed more, and I let you fall.
Into the coffin with your floor-dropped jaw.
And I remember you aspiration, your dream to fit in.
But it's gone, and they're here.
So let's kill these felons now.

But I remember you, you'll go, you'll find a way back home.

To me, you were just dead weight.
A diluted filter blurring the color away from what this used to be or
Or what it could have been.

But nothing's changed. I still see you as a toxin. I still see you as the same.

I'll let you stand on your own again, while you're playing the victim.

IF I COULD TOUCH YOU I WOULDN'T NEED YOU
I'D TURN MY BACK ON YOUR LOVE AND I'D LEAVE YOU
BUT I CAN'T SEE YOU AND YOU CAN SEE MY MIND
BECAUSE I'VE DIED I'M SAYING GOODBYE
IF I COULD TOUCH YOU I WOULDN'T NEED YOU
I'D TURN MY BACK ON YOUR LOVE AND I'D LEAVE YOU
BUT I CAN'T SEE YOU AND YOU CAN SEE MY MIND
BECAUSE I'VE DIED I'M SAYING GOODBYE

It's a deep, red wound. Enough to stare.
It's a beautiful rose and everyone's aware
You squeeze it tight enough to bleed.
But suicide is something we'd rather not mention here.
In our beautiful world of saving face.

So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you.
And as we stand here waiting for the sound..

Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.
And this crowd right before me doesn't care that I'm dying.
And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.
I'm so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.

Oh, but Child. I've got Vices like any other man.

Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.