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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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