Carry On It's Not Over This Could Get Ugly Picture Perfect In Vain Vaccination Hang Noose Escapologist Under the Blue Fix the Reciever B-Bop We Rock The Flood Helium Porcelin Battleground Wilting Flower The Mirrors Deception Rusted Empire The Flames of Hope Lifetime
Carry On
From every rise to every fall, side by side we stood tall. You’ve always been there for me. I’ll always be there for you. Memories fade and people change. Times will change but this is blood. I won’t forget how you were there for me. When the world turned its’ back and everyone turned away. Broken and bled I was left for dead. Then you picked me up and helped me carry on. If the world ever turns on you I’ll help you carry on.
It's Not Over
Rise up from your broken knees, there are battles to be won. It’s not over. It’s time to conquer all your foes. There can be no backing down. Never bow down, rise above. We’ve all fallen prey to beautiful words, spoken by tyrants, prophets, and martyrs. Enough is enough refuse to bow down to another man. The choice is yours to stand against the tide, or be swept away.
This Could Get Ugly
Every chance you’ve ever had, you’ve chosen to turn your back. Every time that I’ve fallen, you’re the one who brought me down. You’re a traitor. I’ll be the one who brings you down. I will bring you down. Now you’ll die the death that you’ve earned a traitors death. You’ll never run fast enough to escape my knife to your back. This is the end of our friendship.
Picture Perfect
Broken long before the battle, never had the strength inside. Falling with every backwards step, running out of places to hide. You have never believed in anything at all. Yet you expect everyone to put there faith in you. You’ve never sacrificed; you’ll never shed your blood. With every word you choose to deceive and betray. Constructing an image to support your ego. Forever backing down, forever giving ground. Lie after lie your words posses less meaning but carry more weight. The weight of your words will drag you down and you will fall for the final time. Broken and alone your story ends. Broken and alone you’ll choke on your words, a picture perfect demise.
Vaccination
I’m fucking sick and so tired of everything. Sincerity and convictions have vanished. Everything’s just a polite lie. The message and the meaning are nothing more than empty words. Only talk recited by the insincere. The truth is all we never hear. Talk is cheap, yet it’s all that’s ever done, and I’m just so sick of listening. Everyone steps in line we all except a dream we’ve been told to dream. I’ve seen it a thousand times. I refuse to dream a dream I’ve never dreamt. My soul has had a catharsis and I have found my cure. I will live every day like my last. The sickness will never plague me again.
In Vain
Catastrophic desecration replaces what was once scared. Images of angels will scar fragile hearts. This folded memory will not leave me to myself. The ones with the best chance are always the first to fall. You were the first to fall. You have lost your way, you’ve lost everything. Look what you’ve become, an image of defeat haunting me. You’re setting like the sun, scorching the horizon of memories. Everything you’ve ever said and everything you’ve ever done was all in vain.
Hang noose escapologist
In this tragic world, brothers become victims as the corrupt feed leaching off our dreams. Enemies that I must face and destroy or be destroyed. Cowards stand before me attempting to surround. Waging a war attacking the fabric that creates my dreams. Yet I stand defiant. Wounded but still breathing, leading by example living to the rythme of my pounding heart. Time will swallow my memory but compromise will never color the blood inside my heart.
Under the Blue
Black and white, living a lie. Confined by the small print enslaved. Comply/Shatter. elect the freedom to annhilate, choose to dismember this system based on failure. In this so called life we're born we bleed we die as existance passes by. A mutany of the human soul take back control. Under the blue dare to breath thru broken lungs, with broken wings dare to fly, into a fading sky dare to live or dare to die. There will be no mercy. Carpe Diem.
Fix the Reciever
Catch the frequency static transmission. From a broken heart to a broken soul. From a dying world for a dying dream. Time and time again time it wins again, time it breaks my heart time it kills my dream. There is no response to my transmission. Catch the frequency static transmission falling on deaf ears there is no signal. Time moves on and I stand right here, night after nite year after year. Everytime you turn a kid away, everytime you turn me away, you break my heart and destroy my dream. Why would you want to destroy someone's dream?
B-Bop we Rock
We are the dead. Hopeless dreamers and lost souls. The shadows that obscure light, the wounded and the wound, we are alive. As we cast the first stone. As we struggle to make a change. As we endure unending pain. We are alive. We are the dead. The disease and the cure. The despair and the hope. Everything you despise, everything you idolize. Yet we live our lives as apparations on the canvas. Unpainted heroes in a surreal world, admist a landscape of villians we struggle to exist. Visions of the fallen, we are the dead.
The Flood
Prepare yourself for the flood. Holding back the tide that threatens to wash away the sane and drowned us all. The flame extinguished, in this dying age hallow eyes must watch as relaity spreads like a disease. It plagues the land. The martyrs have died in vain. In unmarked graves all across the land the cause lies forgotten. In this dying age the speechless must raise there silent voice and scream, "Before we fall grant us one moment of glory."
Helium
Rising. I saw the flames and I walked through, to myself I've been true. Never held a torch to you but in the darkness I've shown through. My hearts died a thousand deaths. Bled itself, nothings left. Defeated and destroyed everytime that I fall. When the weight of the world gets me down and another piece of my heart chips away battered not broken I rise again to fight each day. Battered not broken. Rising. Everytime that I fall, rise again unbroken.
Porcelin
Weeping is all I hear.
Beauty's beheaded by lust, love destroyed by trust.
Bitter isn't sweet.
All the lies chip away, all the scars shall remain,
broken pieces fall.
Porcelin Chips Away...
Battleground
Battleground. Why? Cold october night no reason in sight,
cowardly attempt on anothers life.
What gives you the right, to ruin a life?
Anothers life is not your life.
Wilting Flower
Crimson wounds adorn body broke and torn hesitation cost me my chance to break through to your heart. Now I sit and watch as your beauty rots.
The Mirrors Deception
I've been destroyed by pride, by pride. The Mirror it lied destroyed by pride. No matter how hard you try you can't hide, can't hide inside
Rusted Empire
I pledge no allegience to a corrupt way of life. Lead by example. You can't rob me of myself. My dignity against hypocrisy. Liberty and justice replaced by
profit. A rusted empire waiting to collapse. Weak time has taken its toll. Old
glory's fading. Revolution.
Red and white stained ground culprit never found what has been done it cannot be undone. Your actions
effect everyone. What gives you the right to ruin a life?
Justice has not been served....
Velvet form rots away.
Pictures fade from view, memories all do. Time it marches on no more thoughts of you.
As your beauty rots...
Pride, destroyed by pride...
