Black teeth and a crown of black lies.
I feel surprised but the room's still alive.
I'm left out, I'm locked in,
if I don't win then I'll feel like a sin.
And I'll keep fighting under dead moons,
I feel the dawn begging come back real soon.
I'm shut out, I'm fading,
the sun's burnt, it's the moon I'm dating.
Still losing, still fighting.
It's like forever never ended in sorries.
Here's to the ones that got caught out in the rain.
The church still swallows.
Drink to the ones with thick skins over their brains.
The devil follows.
Here's to the ones who listen to the sound of the rain.
So I remember when he used to call my name.
He used those letters that I wish I could forget.
It was never the tone of his voice
or the people in his pupil's, no, not his choice.
It was something proper, but whatever, he was dying.
It was the summer suicide,
the sun was sinking into our moonlight.
And even when the night was blind,
we felt a ghost waiting by our suicide.
The summer suicide.
Now it's December, never useful, so dead's my game.
Now no one's cleaver, not like he was. I won't forget.
Now I hear about the moon and the mind.
Stealing hours, mornings, minutes, eating pride.
Now we're all proper, but whatever, I still cried.
It was the summer suicide,
the sun was sinking into our moonlight.
And even when the night was blind,
we felt a ghost waiting by our suicide.
This is just an excuse to make you feel more at home,
but your face is in a different world,
you got all the guns you need,
you got them,
I got a heavy heart that feeds,
don't fight it.
The bear trap of life will take you for a ride,
it will hold you tight,
hold you tight,
bruises and a couple black eyes
will fit you into place,
badder dayz about to come your way.
I hear the bark,
I guess you lost the bite,
now you got your
head in the horse's ass.
Badder dayz about to come your way,
fake namez about to call your grave,
so hold your breath and save it for some easy religion,
I hope you choke on my fucking heartbeat and drown in my blue blood.
The lonely walks bring out the lonely eyes.
The hunger dies because of the lies.
My stomach asks for something you can't give,
Something you can't feed me anymore.
I bet we believed nothing could change us.
Now our limbs have turned into shovels that even out the dirt.
I just like to think out loud.
My ears are tired and mouth is sore
From the life that you can't handle anymore.
If I could give you just one night I would make it last two seconds.
You make me feel so alive but that same love won't let me survive.
So come one, destroy me.
You say you eat hearts for breakfast,
Better cook up mine for it's the most important meal you will ever have.
Enjoy tonight because tomorrow
I will force this straw deep into your throat
And take back what once was mine.
this is the last time you will feel me breathe
so while your hands are around my neck
make them into fists and choke this engine.
because every night feels like sandpaper down my throat
and i hate your southern comfort smile.
you can have no fucking taste in life
so keep diving into dives.
you can't say that i haven't tried
to walk in your shoes.
so much emptiness.
they've replaced your spine with extension chords,
tangled up and lost.
when you're off sharing beds, i'm off falling i love.
"this must be home" "no this heart is my home"
and if a couple of days felt like years,
then a couple of years can end in a day.
now i can't make it on my own.
take this skeleton.
burn your muscles.
this is my concept, this is my excuse, my dirt, my blood,
and my addiction. and goddamn if your goddamn gods are
too afraid to live. but i was born to fuck up and all i
know is what i love. i am going to bleed till i get more,
cause i want more and i'll lose sleep and i'll be tired
until my lungs collapse. just like i'd give it all up for
reno, i'd trade the world to watch you grin, so more
embrace, fugazi and rites of spring, and less of
everything else. so lets just kiss until forever, we'll
fight to keep it interesting. call me a trainwreck and
i'll call you tomorrow. let's play for keeps and forget
Built to walk the plank,
No wagons this time,
Just sails ships and hearts,
We've crossed the maps of punk rock,
And taken all we mock,
And tied it up with ropes around our hands,
We're going to take this to our graves,
(To our sea graves),
The Pacific Ocean is a lot warmer,
Where the anchors sleep sound,
Our religion is better,
Where we can't preach and hound,
Down here the tombstones are so beautiful,
With such perfect quotes,
Died trying to save this ship,
"Died trying to save the saviors,
I am sick of noise, I am sick of toys, I want more. Just
like "I want the moon" there's got to be more than just
comfort. Feels like we're knocking on all the wrong
doors. Give me the gold. I am selling this city that once
sold me hope and burning the cash, cuz I've got no room
for failure, and rainy days are found in the back of my
throat. I am losing again and nothing has ever felt
better, give up the chance and call us the poorman's
sunsetters [upsetters] but something or someone must be
keeping me breathing. This time I am gonna stay in bed
with all my mistakes and start to turn off my books and
turn on my chest. I'll conquer this world with just my
hands full of sheets and these eyes thick with sleep. So
please please please please please let me kill what I
The scornful face of saturation,
Scorn, and heartless compassion.
A fully synthetic being functioning solely on a drive for acceptance,
Appeal, absence of thought, corrupting all I hold dear.
A sharp drive through the heart of my conviction,
My heartfelt compassion.
Pull this rusty blade, place it in the ground,
Buried next to my fallen hopes.
Level my utopia, flood this perfect world
With cover-up and hairspray, diet pills and vomit.
Starve my siblings.
I got this new way to hate, a razorblade and some tapes,
here's the ones who love to lose. Now that I've swallowed
mistakes some sailor's luck in the way. I am stomaching
what I can't chew. I want some blood in the back of my
throat, flatline, flatline and "today is a good day to
die." Guess where he's staying today, down with the worms
and his gin, I am viva hating all my friends, so call in
dead just not sick a couple crates full of grins, I'll
staple them to your last meal. No guts no story right?
Here's everything you've ever worked for and everyone
who's ever lost at war. Buried and burned, this ocean
you've earned. I've got my way out, a better home, a
different kind of throne, where you favorite word is
We could build a city in a single day,
But in a couple of seconds we would try
To bury our regrets.
They don't make caskets like they used to, with escape buttons.
So grab my chest and slip your fingers
Through my ribs, hold on to this blood machine inside
Saturday.
You're gonna see who owns tonight.
We're dripping from these hearts that love to fight.
We might not wake up tomorrow but that's just fine.
We're done with what we're looking for.
I am living under your skin.
You wear my teeth around your neck and start to grin.
So fuck tradition.
Fuck the future.
Breathe in these seconds.
Lessons and bits of string around your fingers.
We all breathe the same air.
Our throats can beat all night together.
The race has ended another marathon.
This is our pace.
This is our last night.
Fuck the world.
We are too much for just one night.
This chest is so fucking heavy.
They said we might not come back from this one,
But who fuckin' cares,
At least it will make us into humans.
Shape my legs until they walk on order,
Shape my eyes so they wont tear up on command,
Shape this heart and make it harder than forever,
But remind me never to stick my hand out the window,
...and it might kill us both.
i've been given all the time and patience this world can
give.
slowing down are words i can't define.
i am going to take my time to make sure our heads fit.
our skulls and teeth lock up and our hearts beg for the
same cause.
we are all sick of robbing the same banks
and ending up with counterfeits.
my muscles are burnt to shit and this might be all i have
left.
but someone once said when you start to burn your bones,
you will find everything you were born to die for.
If I could better myself, I swear I would,
I swear to god I'd fucking change myself
But the five billion hands of the world are pulling me down.
My veins are turning a dark blue,
I feel like dying, how about you?
Take the coins out from under your tongue
Unsew the pockets because I am holding on to nothing.
Drown, drown, I'd fucking drown without you.
If I said you were the only one
Who could pull me out of this one
A call to arms across this golden land.
The hearts of the future are pulsing in your hands.
And it's on me to heal them, and it's on them to need it,
And it's on you to make me believe we stand a chance.
'Cause we are living in a fucking dream,
Now let's make this dream a reality.
Make me believe in these fading lights as they dim before me.
So what if your teeth hold a grudge,
So what if your grinning means nothing,
I bit my own hand clearly right off
I can't keep my mouth busy, I can't back up my spit.
The cursed, no one can change us.
The spells, no one can take us.
I'm tired of your breaking downs,
Keep us away from your maybes and your killing downs.
The heavies hearts can keep from breaking down,
Churning, grinding itself into slumber.
A plague on both your plans,
Yesterday I fought the moon and lost. But I am lunar now,
so "we got to get out" and today I made a better version
of a good diversion, more to keep us mergin'. And get
head of the new crowd. The new blood, the new guns, the
young sons. You say you got a better plan, well I'd love
to hear it for the first time. If great minds think alike
then were the hell is the fight? It's found under our
shirts, we're bound to find our hands in this mess. Just
leave it an open ended question, division. I am missin',
the whole point. We set these homes on fire, no dealin
with our trails, our secrets keep us admired and with our
hands in the dirt out bodies call us liars. Division,
The last time we spoke, we ended up no where
And it seems like my words
Aren't any better than your quotes,
Our speeches were reversed
Just like the movements of our hands,
With every sentence I became more afraid
I remember every sentence and I remember every word,
Because through this mirror
I thought my words would come out backwards
Our heads are a couple of cases
And I am everything and miserable without you.
Three thousand miles can hold so much.
These miles of land.
The land is separation.
How much desperation in between?
Like a phone call with no reception,
Our heads are a couple of cases
And we're so miserable without each other.
Can't wait till we
Can see the same sunset
At the same time
Can't wait till a phone call doesn't mean
Three thousand miles.
I think our heads
Are a couple of cases.
Hit me up, boy, on my celly-cell.
I think our heads
Are a couple of cases.
We are the doctors
With all the prescriptions.
Can't wait till our appointment comes.
There's a smile
Hidden in everyone's step
And for every step taken
A piece of us begs to stay together.
Maybe everything I know
Is just made up, but I won't give up anytime soon.
Yes, I know my legs are tired and they would kill for some rest,
This is it. The nights that stand on two the morning
breakfast blues, we must not hold back what keeps us in
tact. Our secret tired lonely eyes, still we keep out
necks high. And while your cons and everlongs all sound
the best. A plague builds from the space between your
shirt and your chest. So save us the phrase "a sight for
bored lives" we're just a city of hamlets, minus
surprise. So from the end to the start, wolf tickets
Bright lights, wild nights,
Let's tear this shit apart!
Pass me another and it'll make everything alright.
We never stop,
We never sleep,
We just keep on running!
We're gonna hit the party,
So roll out that fucking carpet!
But it's not red enough,
And it's not long enough,
dear holy father i have sinned against you
and all around your bloody name.
so you can tear me to shreds
and i can beg for the forgiveness that is so popular now.
i love your name in lights,
so you can tear me to shreds
and the saints can hold me down as i course out loud.
Same shit but a not amused. Give us a way to fight these
hardcore blues. A simple mind for a world so blind, I
give a shit about your so called grind. So give me
liberty or give me meth, same guitars are choking me to
death. To all the broken up bands we dropped in our
hands. Where are you, got hunger, keep dying, like all
exlovers best friends you loved more than them, be
daring, feel coldness, be true. "Hello cowgirl in the
sand, is this place at your command?" Goodbye suedehead
in the snow the dance hall don't fit anymore. So make
your move. Dynamite, only trust dynamite now. We're not
moving. Lovers take not abandon all hope we're not
moving. "You'll never die alone," still not moving. If
you call your guts a home, still not moving, lesson one.
You are doomed, a revolutionary stuck in '72. Lesson two.
give me hell. count my bones. break thishex.
let me have this satisfaction tonight and we can share a
pulse.
just keep in mind that this could all fall apart
tomorrow and the nights can change our hearts.
but don't blame me for looking forward to running our
lives as one.
i've accepted the fact that someday i am going to lose.
the colors on my insides will fade from gold to bronze to
rust.
so come on and give me hell.
these nightmares will always keep the real dreams alive.
i've let everything hold me back from nothing
and nothing will always be my everything.
still, we will rebuild and rule the night.
We were born without eyes
And the sockets were just break proof safes,
Read these books and diaries,
That's how they said we could start clean,
But, I would rather staple my own hands to a train,
We'll take the scene and burn it down, rebuild the love
and take back the sound. We got miles of smiles and
mouths full of gasoline. I am sure i can step outside and
find a match from a clammy hand. Cold hands are about to
get warmer, new ears are about to find a reason to this
passion. (we want some sweat on the top of your lips.)
our lungs are the speakers and this fire is our excuse
because i don't care about whatever happened to "born to
rock 'n' roll" and if bragging where you've been makes
you sleep easier, well lay your head down and stay there
in your slumber. So throw us your drama. We like the
I know you're sorry, the moon don't lie.
Look at my eyes now. Oh Tokyo,
I'm going back now. Cash on the floor.
I hear a coma knocking on your bedroom door.
We're going "back to black".
We're going "back to black".
We're going "back to black".
Now Amy's crying, she's lost her voice.
Nobody's waiting with a smoker's choice.
Sharp things are easy just like my views.
Dark nights are [?] and I bet that you are too.
We're going "back to black".
We're going "back to black".
We're going "back to black".
And I guess that's what I've learned.
A rebel's taste in words.
And we are always dying to meet you.
But you are always dying to sleep here.
Get down. You won't be found.
Get down. You won't be found.
Get down. You won't be found.
Get down. You won't be found.
And how bad luck is my favorite game and how I am better
off with stolen smiles, it's ok, you're to blame and I am
on fire next to you. Everytime you open your mouth, my
throat gets dry and everyone goes numb. I am just waiting
to find a face that I can call home, a place to replace
birthdays with new days, where no one gets born and these
are my friends some pockets full of notes with secrets
It wasn't gravity, it was the witches.
Make your fingers into pillars
Hold all the stomachs in this town,
They can't stomach anymore.
The wood on these trees smell like skin now
And old fires are full of carpenter stories,
Where they push plastic nails through their smiles.
It wasn't gravity, it was the witches.
This house is packed
To the motherfucking bone,
But I forget the reasons why we're here.
Hold on, hold on, hold on,
I gotta take this call,
"yeah, I got respect
I'm sure I can hear everything better from outside."
So go stand outside
And make sure looks good and tell me,
Does this parking lot remind you of any thing?
It will be here tomorrow (it will be here tomorrow)
But this noise won't.
My jeans are tighter than yours
My brains are hella bigger than yours 600, 000, 000 points for me.
I don't remember the good ones from the bad,
But it's too late because
I can't hold back from the bucket of bruises.
Brothers and sisters, our lease is way expired now.
Drink the youth.
Drink the youth.
The stomach holds heavy circulations,
Our scariest secrets and pleasures
Fuck us front to back,
Leave us the unwanted ones, unloved and untamed. Eat all
the rest, they're all just the same. I am gorlocked, a
salvation, a sound to calm us down, how's this for a
Hang your head down low,
hang your head down low.
It's so easy to be put to sleep
so hang your head down low.
And I hear they only walk the night,
cuz I know their not color blind.
So hang your head down low.
You know when they come out,
you'll be dancing for your right.
You better meet me under darkness,
it's the moon that's color blind.
I know when they get close,
cuz I only hear two sounds.
It's the breathing and the beating
of a heart that won't be found.
So raise your head,
cuz we're never dead,
we're just stuck in bed.
She said, with the cancer-curing voice of an angel,
That "I bet the rain is colder when you're standing next to me."
And the ten ten reasons why I'm still alive,
Could fill the backseat of your girlfriend's ride.
Enter the Void of our simple minds,
And he will lead you through December
With his hands tied behind his back,
He will leave his comfort in your hands,
To keep his comfort and conscious from ever coming back
Never. Never. Never.
So still. A plague on both your houses
A scale to keep still.
This plague will "Burn Your Bones"
And this cold, cold city is his home,
Bored nights and a head full of books.
I'd give up this whole mess if it wasn't so good.
So I'll put up ten reasons why it wasn't enough,
just leave me the seasons.
May through June ain't enough.
And it's not just the teeth
that keep me up past night,
no, it's not just the warmth
that puts up with the fight.
It's the moon that I'd steal
at a blink of an eye,
it's the moon that I feel
I could rest here and die.
And I'm so stuck black and white,
though you can't see a thing.
Tattoos with ships never ending lights.
Rifflifters of the world, unite, and bend over,
Now that the horse is gone, who's left to sing his songs?
The perfect beat does not exist.
I resonate the sound of ashes engulfing your lungs.
I steal, I feel, I breathe.
Bad artists copy but the good ones steal.
The right sound, the right measure,
Throw out your chest just to feel this pressure
And it beats back, and it beats back
And it beats back, and it beats back
The right sound, the right measure,
Throw out your chest just to feel this pressure
And it comes pouring in, and it comes pouring in
And it comes pouring in, and it comes pouring in
The right sound, the right measure,
Throw out your chest just to feel this pressure
And it beats back, and it beats back
And it beats back, and it beats back
The right sound, the right measure,
Throw out your chest just to feel this pressure
And it comes pouring in, and it comes pouring in
Children behave
That's what they say when we're together
And watch how you play
They don't understand and so we're
Runnin' just as fast as we can
Holdin' on to one another's hand
Tryin' to get away into the night
And then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the ground
And then you say
I think we're alone now
There doesn't seem to be anyone around
I think we're alone now
The beating of our hearts is the only sound
Look at the way
We gotta hide what we're doing
what would they say
they don't understand and so we're
Runnin' just as fast as we can
Holdin' on to one another's hand
Tryin' to get away into the night
And then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the ground
And then you say
I think we're alone now
There doesn't seem to be anyone around
I think we're alone now
The beating of our hearts is the only sound
I think we're alone now
There doesn't seem to be anyone around
I think we're alone now
The beating of our hearts is the only sound
I think we're alone now
There doesn't seem to be anyone around
I think we're alone now
I'm lining the inside of my stomach with gasoline to keep
me awake,
but with a mouth full of snakes.
And your tin can heart is begging for dents,
is begging for dents.
Just thinking just thinks it's got no regrets.
These pieces of thesis,
a script full of holes,
reminding me how this scripture's gone cold.
My summer's ending today,
between every breath lies a basket of lies,
so stop breathing,
it's what keeps you alive,
no no, it's what keeps me gun shy
and if you haven't guessed it by now
the best sleep that I've ever gotten
was stolen while you blinked,
so goodbye, good luck, farewell,
This is your home when you want it,
I want it want it.
There are your hands when you need 'em,
I need 'em, need'em.
Here's this heart when you're ready,
I'm ready, ready.
Break every bone in my entire body,
we'll call it even or maybe just payback.
This should be illegal, I would break the law every night
and I'd wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.
I told you to call me when I'm good and dead.
But you didn't listen, you wanted love instead.
Now I'm just thinking what you could have said,
but you figured out my name, three times, I'm dead.
Let me hear her name, I bet it sounds like shame.
Let me hear his name, I bet it tastes like rain.
R.I.P.
Jesus can't save you and neither can I.
I put this spell on you, you're gonna taste like wine.
Brother there's no morning here, only sunset eyes.
Sister you know what you feel is gonna taste like a lie.
Let me hear their names. I bet they full of shit.
Let me hear our names. I bet we never win.
I told you to kiss me, but you didn't hear me.
Now we're both stuck here, you and me.
So put me underground and fill this hole.
I feel defeat and it's real warm.
It doesn't burn like those bones anymore.
And this is more, what you've been begging for,
Give in, el fin, the perfect sin and we all win.
I'm filed. I'm geiled.
This time I'm coming back better than before.
Tomorrow will be better, better than today,
We've got a plan, we've got a plan that they won't
understand.
Tucked in forever homesick but never alone,
Inside this world is sick so please get close.
I'm filed. I'm geiled,
Fucked days and heavy nights, even out the score.
These badder days, still have a way with hearts of gold.
So, "love me til my heart stops, yeah love me til I'm
dead"
If this is home, it tastes like silver lining,
Leave out your money cuz I'm coming back for you
and I hear them calling our your name like it's bad news
and I bet when you get home you'll never feel brand new.
Cuz in the end we'll wind up dead,
with two things in the back of our heads,
ringing so softly, so softly and true.
Paradise, must be nice.
Heaven's loss, crying eyes.
Paradise, must be nice.
Heaven's loss, sharper knives.
What would happen to our lives today,
if everyone just went away?
I bet you would remember the day,
you closed your eyes and lost your ways.
But who's counting now?
Paradise, must be nice.
Heaven's loss, dirt's surprise.
Paradise, must be nice.
I've got a date with The Illuminati,
A Backwards curse with a golden tongue.
I kinda feel just like a perfect commie,
I kinda feel like I am the one.
So seven days to killuminati,
The perfect death cursed with blue and guns.
Al's Cure for life and this manifesto.
Crucify the fucking young.
They say they know a way to the atlantic ocean,
A Better breath to hold against all the motions,
They say they know a way to the atlantic ocean,
6 figures, death and false devotion.
With style, martyrs, a christian JFK
(Can't hold us back!)
He's got a voice like a saw,
Breathing outside of the law,
All sounds the same when you're gone,
So leave us with your blood.
They say they've built a bridge across the ocean,
But my mind is somewhere else,
I'd rather have bad health,
If I could fight just like this locomotion,
I'd never lose in hell.
We're both responsible people who don't care.
But you're the law and the lawless, fun don't care.
An outlaw by degree, they're fucking chasing me.
That's why they call me invincible,
because they know I can keep it cool.
The sun is setting. I still want more.
They're coming for me, the devil knows me.
Did you fight? Or did you run?
I know my eyes look like they're fucking the sun
and take that fun out from under my nose,
the metal smells like Death's first born.
Did you fight? Or did you run?
They know I'm smart, but they're not counting their
cards.
Last time I lost but now I'm gold
and I'm not coming back alone.
That's why they call me invincible,
because they know I can keep it cool.
The sun is setting. I still want more.
The cities, the rain, the heat, the lights.
He would tell if there were something to tell,
but there is nothing to tell.
"They want the exciting stories from the front but there
is nothing to tell. Nebulous memories of absurd and
macabre. The cities, the rain, the heat, the lights.He
would tell if there were something to tell but the
milieux of moments is tough to sift through. The thick
brush is hardly the instrument of finely painted
recollections. Conceptual ramblings, monochromatic,
vague. Jackson Pollock's personally drawn Rorschach test
- lesser artst have gotten away with worse. With time and
practice, the strokes will become refined and the
subjects discernable: the borders, the local cuisine, the
people, how her hair fell, just how many beers. Sat in a
static studio apartment, one takes on no dimension or
definition without his presence, he will fill the blank
I'm gonna pick a fight with everyone I love,
how bout I make things right to rest their hearts at sea?
This time I'll really drown and carry down worries,
this time I'll really drown.
I got bad eyez but am living a cat's nine lives.
I love the smell of dynamite at 9:00am
and can taste the fear I put upon your chest.
Now I've counted way too short,
if I really wanted to sink
I'd cut you off and say goodbye
with a bit of tongue and a wink,
a bit of tongue and a wink.
Bruises, fuses, everyone loses.
Here comes that bastard.
So, so much better than us.
Give him a museum
and he will fill it up.
And I will fill it.
The streets of Paris,
the holes in Spain,
get that man a museum
full of his blue cubed shit.
And I will fill it.
Oh, the moon is cool.
Oh, the moon is cruel.
I just don't know who gives a shit.
I go to bed at night
Wondering how I got here
And you are not here...
I dream of the time
We were together
Hovering, or bodies discovering
Side by side
Our carefree minds.
Chorus
But that was once upon a time
And happily ever after
It's time to start a new chapter
And I can't stand to turn the page.
You taught me how to love
And now I've got nothing to show for it
The time we had was so short.
I can't stand to turn the page.
I woke up to a beautiful day
But somehow it didn't seem that way,
As my memory fades, I can still hear you whisper
I miss you.
And I hold on....to my song....and I sing
Just like I want it to be
Chorus
But that was once upon a time
And happily ever after
It's time to start a new chapter
I can't stand to turn the page.
You taught me how to love
And now I've got nothing to show for it
The time we had was so short.
I can't stand to turn the page.
Finding our way
Finding our place
Going nowhere
Without a care
Chorus
But that was once upon a time
And happliy ever after
It's time to start a new chapter.
I can't stand to turn the page.
You taught me how to love
And now I've got nothing to show for it
The time we had was so short.
