your're all smoke and mirrors and i've caught to you and found you choking on chances of days dead and gone. old man your guns are rusted you've forgotten
FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND LYRICS "10 Scene Points To The Winner" Ink stained fingers promise everything and nothing And therein lies the story Its no easy
Water broken voice, saturates a microphone Into a receiver with no tongue Offering little to what it knows Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall
Why do we need this? Who was it that said 'The great things come to great men' Well, that fucker lied to us Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland
off of your face And forget her and just forget her The best liar I heard all day You're too much of a good thing Too much of a good thing
like animals With no food for a hundred miles or more So take them back to familiar shores There's no shame in wanting what others call a home And one
to much to watch you die x2-(Just like your unbroken records (you're broken) A comfort, for you tonight Just like your unbroken records (you're broken) A
feel powerless. Under crests of stars, water breaks a broken heart. Under crests of stars, water breaks a broken heart. Under crests of stars, water breaks a
back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town The boys are back in town You know the chick that used to dance a lot Every night
As the sun sets on battlefields I hope you can save me I hope you can save our wounded hearts Well distance makes my heart grow colder (Creates an eternity
Awake, I am awake, and I'm still alive out here, awake, I am awake and I'm still alive out here, blinded, by this light, it is all that surrounds me.
, the negative response Stayed to see the sunrise raising hell over the square Didn't lose the sense of promise laced upon the air Education was a simple
the bullet? That killed the air tonight Without a thought Without a reason Take a gun called hate up against your heart, and pull the trigger Take a gun
Closing, folding like a star Brings you back to see the lights Bluest water falling down on your skin, on your skin Keep your eyes locked away in some
on your knees, conformity or dying on your feet for honesty Inbred, our bodies work as one bloody, but never cry submission Following our instinct not a
the emotion tuned to the sound of sincerity? Without connection the lesson doesn't come for free Senseless distractions, your spoken words are just a
Shouldering the blame Walking into frame Like a lighted silhouette Against a cotton sheet Smothering the crease Tin can in hand Waiting for God to come
witty or flattering tonight. You lie to me and I'm getting bored of these stupid conversations, Stop fucking interrogation, just lead when I'm behind. Write your words on a
