No matter what you have to learn to live with who you are I wanna live in a different time Another reason in someone else's mind I wanna change the score
Me thinks I see on each small craft A crew with hearts so brave Going out to earn their daily bread Upon the restless wave And it's three score and ten
Here we go, my only cold I fought Here I am, frozen in time, I find a way from you Pave the way and 'cause I can't stand still They'll leave you down
ll be born again free as an angel, not yours, it's me... DEATH WILL SCORE DEATH WILL... DEATH WILL SCORE DEATH WILL SCORE DEATH WILL SCORE DEATH WILL SCORE DEATH WILL SCORE
Radio's a public toilet A funeral for a friend Wash your mouth out then puke And wash it out again Scores for porn in short Is audio intercourse A stereophonic
What's the score? I can't tell anymore Are we winning, are we losing, are we tied? What's the score? It ain't what it was before Can anybody tell me what
even as a friend you manage to lodge a knife between my shoulder blades. i have no more need for these photos. i have betrayal and viciousness to remind
You think you know You think you know how to score
Quietus by Epica The culprit, you act before thinking Caught in your ignorant sin And lying to your own reflection, you thought you could hide Deprived
I better rest my eyes 'cause I am growing weary of This point you've been trying to make So rather than imply, why don't you just verbalize All the things
Fear can drive stick and it's taking me down this road A road down which I swore I'd never go And here I sit, thinking of God knows what Afraid to admit
I was going to spell it out in full detail but I dropped the call before I spilled my guts But your floor stayed clean like my conscience will be 'Cause
I can smell the death on the sheets Covering me I can't believe this is the end But this is my deathbed I lie here alone If I close my eyes tonight I
Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of We're in the palm of a hand, making a fist It'd be best for one of us to speak up But we prefer to pretend
I've dug up miles and miles of sand Searching for something I can't see I've just got bruised and battered hands And a brand new void inside of me Complete
I made a habit of never making promises That aren't easy to keep And there you have it but now I'm making one That is to keep you here with me 'Cause
No one told me the right way The right way to go about this So I'll figure it out for myself 'Cause how much is too much to give you? Well, I may never
We should get jerseys 'cause we make a good team But yours would look better than mine 'cause you're out of my league And I know that it's so cliched