Before I judge you maybe I should stop and hear your words. Discussion is a lost cause replaced by both sides drawing swords. Our generation, so eager
As we bow to soverignity, I'm feeling programmed by your.... Carry me away. Take me away from here. My head has got the best of me again. But now I'm
Please spare me. How long do we have to hear you speak? It's always the same, your self-centered game. It means nothing to this short existence. So play
Sometimes hope dwells in the darkness waiting to be found. With bitter tears we fight through days that do not seem to end. But finding purpose in the
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Look into this heart the only part of me that\'s still in tact From hates supremacy moment for moment, I breathe life It tastes so bitter sweet the child
Where is the man who came around? I pulled him down, I pulled him down Where is the man who drank then drowned? I pulled him down, I pulled him down,
Can you still be moved by song or are you too far gone? It\'s all there but I refuse to believe the negativity will tear away you life Unanswered questions
You can't miss the weakness in your eyes A train of thought uncompromising Seeking a life of perfection Crushing all those in your way You think you deserve
Here's to your interrogation of the way we choose to be. And here's to my examination of your false prophet heresy. The work of idle minds. Those who
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Withered and broken man. So fragile, so frail, so undignified by standards. But they will never break him. He has found his place. This harmless hero
With all the choises we must make I can't see where we went astray And if the truth is to much to hear I'm just a mere satellite away Just tell me everything
That crucifixion meant nothing to me. Just another fairy tale passed down through the centuries. I've heard the myth of how he came to save this world
Remove your hand from my throat My heart is too secure for your insecurities Your pathetic attempt to be mine and his has failed But only by my words
A blank share says it all never mind my unsteady hand Are we really nothing more than the walking decay? Do we have to live this way? Time\'s knife pressed
With your father's blood on your lap and your young hands at the wheel, You drove your father to safety after he made such a messy mistake And your mother
Pull the syringe away from my arm and watch it fall to the floor (I have decided) My tomorrow does not need you All your talk and all your ideals run