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| more nonsense at 3amYou're the reason I cast about at night,
You're the reason my pants get tight.
So this feeling I soon neglect,
What you don't need you soon forget.
Then off to charm school
to learn all proper,
Work a tasteless job
for a bit of copper. | | |
| A Sneak Peek at the new Hardcore Project.Ten High "The Suicide Table" - Ten High
(Band name & album name subject to change)
Music by Danny Galecki, Mike Orris & Andrew.
Lyrics by Danny Galecki & Eric Iglesias
I'm Freakin Out
Walking the edge of the line
With no clear end in sight
The pain of life has got me down this time
Fight To Survive
But I feel it's a waste of time
I'm going out of my mind
Somehow I know the answer lies inside
Searching for a way
To hold my head up high
Raise your hands to the sky - Ten High
Hold your head up high - Ten High
Get back to living right
Holding on for dear life
Desperation has led me to
Stand Up And Rise
No more obstacles in sight
I know I'll win this fight
And everytime I see your face I realize
It's Our Time
Searching for a way
To hold my head up high
Raise your hands to the sky - Ten High
Hold your head up high - Ten High | | |
| Retaliate (song lyrics)The blood showers down.
We drag away the corpses.
Cut out their hearts,
When there's nothing left.
We bury our sons tonight.
The storm passes,
I remain silent.
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| misguided stepsconscious while
those seams are pulled, skin tones
full of blemish & textures
like worn leathers,
a comfort to the wasted ones.
unlike stained & bug infested
furniture, they sit on the curbside.
the hand-me-downs to the streets,
ill-begotten & by default
unfit for mass production,
on strike with cardboard signs.
reading, "i'm still here, alive."
an establishment of forgotten junkyards.
cozy alleyway bonfires
to cast light on the smiling tooth,
glazed eyes fixated on the bottle.
the feng shui of strays and their shadows
meshed with chain link fences,
black & white paper trails
ruffling to the fog of silver breath
on a shivering night.
unknown deaths like broken glass,
swept up with the litter
of another condemned neighborhood.
the diamonds in the rough left
undiscovered, strangers with cures,
hearts, hopes & broken futures. | | |
| 1 down, 8 to go.. (song lyrics)Under The Bus
Under the bus,
You bound our hands & pushed our heads down.
Who's left to trust?
Our knees hit the pavement.
We watched you turn your back on us.
Abandoned to take your blame.
Yet we still remain.
The course remains the same.
Defile all decency,
You have no remorse.
No qualms to break one's will.
Dishonor is keen,
A trend for all fiends.
Once one of us,
We were setup to take the fall.
Who's left to trust?
These bridges you've burnt.
We watched you turn your back on us.
Abandoned to take your blame.
Yet we still remain.
When a man of his word,
means as much as each passing moment.
There he stands without resolve,
since when have you been afraid to face us.
Keep running, your knife leaves a trail.
Still dripping, you should be ashamed.
Fault - fades from memory.
You - are my enemy.
Days - like purity prolonged.
Now we see through you.
You sense impending doom.
Know what lies before you.
We watched you turn your back on us.
Abandoned to take your blame.
Yet we still remain.
When a man of his word,
means as much as each passing moment.
There he stands without resolve,
since when have you been afraid to face us.
No escape, now there's hell to pay.
Lie still, you must face your fate.
Thrown under the bus,
Now who's left to trust?
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