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Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.
Lay beside me, under wicked sky
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there!
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?
(Solo)
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done
The door is closed, so are your eyes
But now I see the sun, now I see the sun
Yes now I see it!
What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
What I've felt, what I've known
So sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits,
The one who waits for you
Oh what I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?
(So I dub thee unforgiven)
Oh, what I've felt
Oh, what I've known!
I take this key (never free)
And I bury it (never me) in you
Because you're unforgiven too
Never free
Never me
'Cause you're unforgiven too!
This song connects to the way im feeling currently. I don'tknow why but the songs i listen to at the moment are always the ones that reflect my thoughts and state of mind. I feel What used to be covetted by shadow, is now the sun shinning birghtly into my sore eyes. It is that upon this moment I realize who I am and what i've done. Who i've hung out with, who ive hurt and what is happenning to my life. I cannot bare with the pressures of living in the past like my body so thived to do in the past. I wish to go farther. Live in the sunlight now. The things that have happened in the past is no longer thought of, but never the less not forgotten. I know the things i've done in th epast were mistakes and I will strive to never follow that path agian. To my friends... to my family.... to all the people who know me and care for me.... to all those that love me, may it be what they think is real love, or family like love, I vow to never again pass the same roads I have in the past and walk along in its thick darkness of pain and sorrow. So much so, that I drag you down into the shadows along with me, and for that I would be unforgiven.
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Hello me...meet the real me.
And my misfits way of life.
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession.
Hindsight is always 20-20,
But looking back its still a bit fuzzy.
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story...tell it to readers digest!!!
/chorus/
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxietys attacking me, and
My air is getting thin.
Im in trouble for the things
I havent got to yet.
Im chomping at the bit, and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.
Hello me...its me again.
You can subdue, but never tame me.
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level.
Yea, just keep on thinking its my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance.
Mankind has got to know
His limitations.
/chorus/
Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I dont know where Ive been.
Im in trouble for the things
I havent got to yet.
Im sharpening the axe and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.
Well, me...its nice talking to myself,
A credit to dementia.
Some day you too will know my pain,
And smile its blacktooth grin.
If the war inside my head
Wont take a day off Ill be dead.
My icy fingers claw your back,
Here I come again.
/chorus/
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxietys attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic,
Like the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I dont know where Ive been
Once you committed me
Now youve acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
Im chomping at the bit
Im sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets
This is also a song I've found interesting to many of my situations that include my telepathy and the ability to summon demons and spirits from my mind. I've just recently figured out that I have this ability, but I still refuse to let myself pactice, or even let myself think about having this power. It is somthing tha shall not be toyed with lightly. I find myself looking down apon myself for harboring such an evil in my mind. I only think of this a theory for i have only the ability to supress the power consiously. I have yet to figure out how to summon without using my subconious. I honestly have no intent to find out. One day, maybe when I know why i have this.... power... I might come to live with it's terms, but i refuse to look into this... evil that is my mind.
 terinore · Tue Nov 07, 2006 @ 09:19pm · 0 Comments |
