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Wake you sleepers
It's time to get dressed
Somebody's coming
So you better look your best
Cause out in the garden
There's things you hid away
But the grass has withered
And the flower's begun to fade
And there's nowhere left to hide it
Someone's sure to find it
"All of the world (All of the)
All of the world (All of the)
All of the world (Soon will be)
Soon will be gone (Soon will be)
All of the world (All of the)
All of the world
All of the world
Soon will be gone"
Dear Mr. Thoughtless,
There's thing you shouldn't say (Things you shouldn't say)
For the judge can hear you
And it soon will be the day (Soon will be the day)
Well he'll bring the words you spoke
And lay them at your feet (Lay them at your feet)
Syllables and decibels
He didn't miss a beat (Didn't, didn't)
I've got a gun in my hand, but the gun won't cock. My finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked; And I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock And even if I could I would never give up. With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung. I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung. And if and when I die won't you bury me alone - Cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song.
If there was something wrong would you be oh so strong? Would you do what it takes to move this hollow life along. I'd like to think I would, you know I'd like to think I would, but I can guarantee that what you see is not reality. And every time she makes a point, I make a counterpoint. She said it's easy but in the end you'll have no choice, and you know that's only just the way that it goes. You said it right man, that is just the way that it goes. "If I did something right, would you give up this fight? Would you say you were wrong and maybe someone else was kind of right? I'd like to think you would, you know I'd like to think you would, but I can't guarantee that what you get is an apology. Jump back to the day we met. I never thought that it would end this way - if ever I let you down I want to ask of you to take it down a notch and we can talk it on through."
So tell me friend, how's it going to end when the shit goes down and there's no one left around to get your back? You'll crack, you'll smile and agree with everything they say. They'll try to tell you that it's all okay - but it's not and you're shot and you're bleeding pretty bad, and you can't stop thinking about the things you never had, like a wife and a kid and the things you never did. You're running around, you're living a life that's empty in the end, my friend. Oh, you'll take back all you've said. Oh, when the regrets fill your head. Trust me I've been there before, I would not wish it upon my greatest enemy. What irony. Once friends, but I find you'll have to learn this lesson on your own.
So I waited by the phone but that phone never rang, and I sang so loud so I wouldn't hear the bang. When the bang never came and I never got the call- Fuck it! Thank you! I love you all. Some are going to say that we're doomed to repeat all our past mistakes. Great. But that's not me, and even if it was I would always disagree, because in the end I always get the better of me.
I've got a gun in my hand but the gun won't cock, and my finger's on the trigger but that trigger seems locked, and I can't stop staring at the tick tock clock, and even if I could I would never give up. With a vest on my chest, a bullet in my lung, I can't believe I'm dying with my song unsung; and if and when I die won't you bury me alone cause I'll never get to heaven if I'm singing this song. "Oh, I'll take you where I've been. Oh, I'll show you what I've seen."
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My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket in the deep city streets in the summer of 2012, and I never even saw her face.
My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window. Jesus in Pieces! I believe I threw a brick right through Him, but my memory could not be saved
It just seems unlikely that it’s me who was to blame, So I bookmark my DSM ‘cause I need to remember my place. "This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet! No, I need to hit the bottom, gotta get to the bottom of this, take you with me"
My soul was crushed like a tall boy underneath the boots on the curb, and I’m still picking up my molars and putting them back in my face.
My name was soiled by a last call spill with a backwash swill and the blackout killed me. Sober on impact from a fall from grace.
Take the road on higher ground, and tell me “don’t look down! You’ll fall and break your back.” But that just reminds me how there’s more to be found beneath the black.
Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty. Dug, or drank, or poured it out. When too much is not enough there’s plenty more ahere that came from around.
Looking up we see the point of entry, between where we are and we’ve been. Looking down I could say Heaven sent me. Hand me my shovel. I’m going in. "Gotta get to the bottom of this if it kills me."