- Bones and Blenders
there it is. you can see it. those are the teeth marks and i can blame no one but you for the bruises. what can be colder than snow? you are my mood swings and your candles can't replace my sun. they're black and they're blue and they're getting tighter and right now you can not lift up your arms. in an attempt to better yourself you have cut out all the bones. my heart has found a new home.
- Bury Your Head
as our sun sets i'm stuck here with regret waiting for the sky to fall down and crush my heart and everything that surrounds. at night, i lay awake, afraid to turn on the light to see the loneliness that my existence has become. and i say that i know it's not my fault and you're the one who's really missing out, but i don't believe it. you lie in bed with your smile so wide, so wide it brightens up the sky. i begin to cry. you wipe my tears away as you say, "is everything going to be alright?" how could everything be alright when i wake up shaking in the night? when the cat that i love has got my tongue and i'm on the run. as our sun sets...
- Can You Walk Single File
one foot in the classroom. one foot in the grave. nineteen years of preparation. it all comes down to this. prepare you for life. or was it death that my professors lectured about as they engraved professions into my brain. if you do this and you do that, success and money will fall into your lap. and there's no going back. and then you're trapped. and then you're trapped. one foot in the classroom. one foot in the grave.
- Color Between The Lines
trace that thought it chalk. red velvet one foot from the eye. six feet below the line that divides the earth and the sky. dear angel, you've grown horns so sharp they;ll stab through your lies and right through all your lines. darkness is quickly coming in. the outlook is constantly sinking. optimism is a thing of the past. i want it back. don't ever trace that thought... and as all exciting thought becomes a new outline in chalk i will stand up for myself and for the world's mind. you will not leave me behind. you can not leave me behind. never decline from this process so divine. if you let them censor your thoughts then they control your mind and that's all you've got. for all of the world's mind. for all of the world is mine.
- Five, Six, Seven, Eight
lock me up in a cage, so i can tell it to you from first hand. lock you up in a cage so you know how it feels, yea, just how it feels. another baby born and died for amusement and you don't get it. slave labor leads straight to death camps. "this song tells the story. architypical, the fate of the bastard. the one day her trainer struck her. she freaked out and took revenge." i will not pay to sit and watch them die.
quote borrowed without permission from man is the bastard.
- Going Once, Going Twice, Sold to the Man...
i'm not a puppet. i'm not a pawn. not to be stabbed in the back or to be shit upon. cuz this is life. cuz this is real. cuz this is mine and not yours, not yours to steal. conditioned from day one to accept their idea of fun. to accept their idea of goals. to accept being bought and sold. i will not accept your life. i'm holding on to what is mine. cuz i reject your values. i reject your goals. i reject your system and i reject being bought and sold to the highest bidder. cuz i'm not a puppet. i'm not a pawn. not to be kicked in the back or to be spit upon. cuz this is larger. cuz this is real. cuz this is my life, not yours to steal. it's my life and i'll take it back. if you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose. and if you've got nothing to lose, you've already won. you've already won.
- Jeremy Can't Hack It
hey. this is for you. this is from you. this is the letter i could not send because i told you that i wouldn't be this way, but it's hard and it hurts and i don't want to be remembered by a promise that i couldn't keep. don't tell me there's nothing there. i don't want to be john cusack. don't tell me there never was. standing there with the radio, radio in the air. it was a crime that it took me so long to tell you about the diamonds in your eyes. and it was a crime that it took me five months (it took me so long) to let you inside my mind. this is what i was avoiding. this is what i was avoiding. this is why i was how i was.
lyrical assistance by the black heart procession.
- Panienka Panienka Idz Do Nieba Przynysh Mi Bochenka Chleba
what's the worst that can happen? all we've got is two months so let's make it count. i've lost six and now i'm done missing out. what's the worst that could happen compared to two months of constant joy. sixty-one days of constant smiles could outweigh a year of constant heartache while you're six hours away but i'm talking about things that have never been and i won't let that happen again. in this far fetched reality, i tend to live where everything always ends up alright. it's always happily ever after, but you and me never opened the book. how are we supposed to know what happens to the frog? ladybug, ladybug, fly up to heaven and bring me back a loaf of bread or just one kiss. just one kiss.
- Phone is Ringing, Oh My God
the dictionary is necessary when you can't open your mouth. a loss of words is what i heard (a loss of words) when we met eye to eye. basement shows are not the easiest fucking place. and i called just to say goodnight. called you up just to say goodnight. woke you up just to say goodnight. can't you see the frustration growing on my face. constant anticipation of every move that i'll never make. why can't life be just like a phone call? why can't life and love... phone is ringing but where's my angel?
- Positively Stupid Youth
what the fuck do you think that you're doing? it's something positive you and your crew will ruin. take it past the extreme to the hardline, hate-edge, courage crew bullshit. your actions make me sick, but this sickness gives me a reason to sing. a reason to sing. "fuck all who cheapen what i truly am in others eyes." go. i fell in love with the scene as an escape from fucks like you, but it's the face not the floor you punch, you're carving an "X", so fuck you.
- Sorting Through the Static
once again it's time for classical music. ponder the thoughts in my head. wallow in the greatness of a hug. once again it's time for classical music. ponder the thoughts in my head. wallow in the greatness of a hug. how can you say unhuggable? if i could wrap my arms around this dream i would never let go. what if i had no arms? what if i had no arms and no legs? could you love me like you did yesterday?