Don’t bother to throw any punches
I’m already taking on myself
Tumbling 'round this memory
Knocking happiness from the shelf
You don’t have to say anything
Go ahead and leave
But if you ever want to speak up
I’m just to proud to say please
Please believe
I never set out to hurt
Please leave
Things are getting worse
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
Just walk away with battle scars
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
Get back to the living stars
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
And I know you think it just the same
So get away from this rigged game
Every line’s active mine
Every compliment has another side
Maybe you should just speak your mind
Tell me it’s all my fault
Rather be mad than nothing at all
Please believe
I never set out to hurt
Please just leave
Things are getting worse
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
Just walk away with battle scars
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
Get back to the living stars
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
And I know you think it just the same
So get away from this rigged game
If everything is falling apart
Then maybe you should let it go
You can’t fix this broken heart
Don’t deny what you know
You’re never going to be immortal
You’re not going to last forever
Your memory will lose to time
Just like every heart and lover
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
I know you think the same
But try to give it another name
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
Everything dies in time
Every atom, every star that shines
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Honey, What Do You Know Of Hiding? - 07/27/11
We have all become
The shadows of our aching love
The ghost of who we strived to be
Souls left to find greater things
Bodies piled empty
The starless evening sky
A black dress in sweltering, late July
Run away from realty
Run while you can
Stuck in the same routine
The same little lies
The same short words
But it keeps you alive
The jungle is dangerous
Especially alone
But the jungle can creep
Right into your home
And when home isn’t safe
Where do you go?
Back to the safety
Of one soul alone
The shadows of our aching love
The ghost of who we strived to be
Souls left to find greater things
Bodies piled empty
The starless evening sky
A black dress in sweltering, late July
Run away from realty
Run while you can
Stuck in the same routine
The same little lies
The same short words
But it keeps you alive
The jungle is dangerous
Especially alone
But the jungle can creep
Right into your home
And when home isn’t safe
Where do you go?
Back to the safety
Of one soul alone
Sunday, July 24, 2011
End Of An Era - 07/24/11
Sitting there in King’s Cross station
Punk rock music always playing
All your heroes are dead and gone
But the radio still plays their songs
Is this the fate that I will find
When I reach the other side?
Are you somewhere looking in
Wondering when the revolution will begin?
To fight our own Dark Lord?
Perhaps we’ll win
Perhaps we’ll all just fade away
Like we never mattered anyway
Perhaps there’ll be nothing to say
No memorable quote on our grave
But those who were really listening
Know the grave is only the beginning
Punk rock music always playing
All your heroes are dead and gone
But the radio still plays their songs
Is this the fate that I will find
When I reach the other side?
Are you somewhere looking in
Wondering when the revolution will begin?
To fight our own Dark Lord?
Perhaps we’ll win
Perhaps we’ll all just fade away
Like we never mattered anyway
Perhaps there’ll be nothing to say
No memorable quote on our grave
But those who were really listening
Know the grave is only the beginning
Gold - 07/24/11
Oh, my darling, look at the streets of gold
Wonder where they go to, wonder where they end
Wonder if I’ll ever walk on normal streets again
Couldn’t we walk on this road forever?
Watching lovers come together
On such a beautiful road
Forget the road less traveled
It’s so dangerous there
You never know what we’ll learn
About each other
That might catch us in snares
So stick to the golden road
Stay with the pretty lies
Stick to safety
Stay with happiness
All in your lover’s eyes
Wonder where they go to, wonder where they end
Wonder if I’ll ever walk on normal streets again
Couldn’t we walk on this road forever?
Watching lovers come together
On such a beautiful road
Forget the road less traveled
It’s so dangerous there
You never know what we’ll learn
About each other
That might catch us in snares
So stick to the golden road
Stay with the pretty lies
Stick to safety
Stay with happiness
All in your lover’s eyes
It Takes an Original Mind To Save the World, Their Prescriptions Will Kill You - 07/24/11
All the pretty chemicals
From caffeine to Prozac
Are running through
Your lovely head
Preparing an attack
On everything you think you are
On everyone you want to be
Changing the very molecules
That are the minor difference
Between you and me
You’ll never be the same again
You’ll never know your soul
Your mind will be like every other
You’ll be under control
The blue pill will keep you happy
But the red will get you killed
Refuse them both
Run for your life
Insanity’s a skill
Hurry, child, hurry
The world is coming down
You’re gonna be consumed by these drugs
If you don’t make your decision now
From caffeine to Prozac
Are running through
Your lovely head
Preparing an attack
On everything you think you are
On everyone you want to be
Changing the very molecules
That are the minor difference
Between you and me
You’ll never be the same again
You’ll never know your soul
Your mind will be like every other
You’ll be under control
The blue pill will keep you happy
But the red will get you killed
Refuse them both
Run for your life
Insanity’s a skill
Hurry, child, hurry
The world is coming down
You’re gonna be consumed by these drugs
If you don’t make your decision now
Friday, July 22, 2011
That Girl - 07/22/11
That girl would live off mixed drinks if she could
Partying in her upper class neighborhood
Hard liquor for the sharpest flavor
To contrast her debutant behavior
And she thinks she’s got it so good
And she thinks she leads the high life
She thinks being up to no good
Makes you invulnerable to any down sides
And she thinks that all the drugs
Will just find their own way out
And she thinks that all the boys
Will ever bring her down
She thinks that there’re no negatives
She thinks there is no pain
She thinks she’ll live forever
Well, what a bloody shame
That her pretty face will find the gutter,
That she’ll be blubbering for her mother
The second her drunk driving kills somebody’s daughter
Partying in her upper class neighborhood
Hard liquor for the sharpest flavor
To contrast her debutant behavior
And she thinks she’s got it so good
And she thinks she leads the high life
She thinks being up to no good
Makes you invulnerable to any down sides
And she thinks that all the drugs
Will just find their own way out
And she thinks that all the boys
Will ever bring her down
She thinks that there’re no negatives
She thinks there is no pain
She thinks she’ll live forever
Well, what a bloody shame
That her pretty face will find the gutter,
That she’ll be blubbering for her mother
The second her drunk driving kills somebody’s daughter
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Midnight - 07/21/11
Can you imagine
On a cloudless, summer night
A girl in a ball gown
Steps in the spot light
Can you imagine
A princess
Until midnight strikes
She’s lovely, lovely, lovely
She’s perfect, pretty, and pure
She’s simple sensationally
Glamorously gorgeous
Her smile’s the ultimate cure
Wouldn’t you just love to meet her?
Wouldn’t you just love to be her?
What could be better
Than spending forever
Peering out
Of her perfect eyes?
But what you don’t realize
Is she’s only a princess ‘til midnight
On a cloudless, summer night
A girl in a ball gown
Steps in the spot light
Can you imagine
A princess
Until midnight strikes
She’s lovely, lovely, lovely
She’s perfect, pretty, and pure
She’s simple sensationally
Glamorously gorgeous
Her smile’s the ultimate cure
Wouldn’t you just love to meet her?
Wouldn’t you just love to be her?
What could be better
Than spending forever
Peering out
Of her perfect eyes?
But what you don’t realize
Is she’s only a princess ‘til midnight
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
It’s All Poison - 07/20/11
It’s about that time
After midnight chimes
When the ghosts all sneak
Into the streets
Searching for something
They can no longer see
Looking for someone
Who can no longer see
When you’re colorblind
Can you tell what’s blood
And what’s just mud?
Can a broken heart
Feel the difference between
Hate and love?
It’s all poison
It’s all poison
From every ounce of drugs
To every second of love
From every alcoholic sip
To every emotional slip
From every time you run away
To every time you try to stay
From every angry outburst
To every silenced counter
It’s all poison
It’s all poison
If you’re gonna hurt yourself
I think you better know
It won’t change a damn thing
It will never show
The humanity you think you’re lacking
The emotions you’re masking
Because the skin bleeds cold, hard iron
While the heart bleeds sad memories
After midnight chimes
When the ghosts all sneak
Into the streets
Searching for something
They can no longer see
Looking for someone
Who can no longer see
When you’re colorblind
Can you tell what’s blood
And what’s just mud?
Can a broken heart
Feel the difference between
Hate and love?
It’s all poison
It’s all poison
From every ounce of drugs
To every second of love
From every alcoholic sip
To every emotional slip
From every time you run away
To every time you try to stay
From every angry outburst
To every silenced counter
It’s all poison
It’s all poison
If you’re gonna hurt yourself
I think you better know
It won’t change a damn thing
It will never show
The humanity you think you’re lacking
The emotions you’re masking
Because the skin bleeds cold, hard iron
While the heart bleeds sad memories
Sunday, July 17, 2011
This Dark Art - 07/17/11
I’m running out of innocence
To serve as self condolences
On terrifying sleepless nights
That hang me up like suicide
Where are your bitter words?
Where is my concentration?
What leads us to this underworld
In solemn resignation
Momma, I don’t want to sleep
I kinda like to feel this weak
Let their masochistic side
Seep through me like formaldehyde
Preserving my living corpse
Until you find a pretty hearse
I’m running out of hiding places
Tight and cozy little spaces
To let my anger fester
Free from being pestered
It’s become a powerful acid
Chewed right through my skull
Destruction so classic
I’m swayed by it’s pull
Momma, I’m not gonna sleep
I really love to feel this weak
Let their masochistic music
Turn me into something tragic
Leaving me as just a corpse
Better find a pretty hearse
To serve as self condolences
On terrifying sleepless nights
That hang me up like suicide
Where are your bitter words?
Where is my concentration?
What leads us to this underworld
In solemn resignation
Momma, I don’t want to sleep
I kinda like to feel this weak
Let their masochistic side
Seep through me like formaldehyde
Preserving my living corpse
Until you find a pretty hearse
I’m running out of hiding places
Tight and cozy little spaces
To let my anger fester
Free from being pestered
It’s become a powerful acid
Chewed right through my skull
Destruction so classic
I’m swayed by it’s pull
Momma, I’m not gonna sleep
I really love to feel this weak
Let their masochistic music
Turn me into something tragic
Leaving me as just a corpse
Better find a pretty hearse
Friday, July 15, 2011
This Breaking Heart - 07-15-11
These burning words
Are all I’ve heard
In the hollow of my head
In the dark of my loneliness
On forgotten nights
By computer light
These words are all
That feels alright
So if your scanners detect no life
Don’t bother to check your instruments
There’s nothing wrong with the machine
There’s something wrong with me
So let the silence seep in
Let the sadness creep in
It’s only 3 am
The party’s just beginnin’
Are all I’ve heard
In the hollow of my head
In the dark of my loneliness
On forgotten nights
By computer light
These words are all
That feels alright
So if your scanners detect no life
Don’t bother to check your instruments
There’s nothing wrong with the machine
There’s something wrong with me
So let the silence seep in
Let the sadness creep in
It’s only 3 am
The party’s just beginnin’
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Unplug - 07-14-11
So turn off the LEDs
Smash in the computer screen
Pull these USBs from my veins
Tune out the suped up cars
Lock up all the movie stars
Cut the power line to my brain
Well, Ke$ha, you’ve got a pretty voice
So I wonder if you have any choice
Or if it’s the producers who let the computer sing
Beyoncé, you were the queen of pop
But three years without an album and it all stops?
Even the best of our singers turn out to be just a fling
All the punk rock’s
Fallen to cold pop
Under the terminal’s conquest
Between blind neutrality
And budding individuality?
End’s up being no contest
So turn off the LEDs
Smash in the computer screen
Pull these USBs from my veins
Tune out the suped up cars
Lock up all the movie stars
Cut the power line to my brain
Well I’d like to talk
To whoever’s at the top
Of the record companies deciding
Where the sellouts go
When appeal runs low
Thinking they’ll turn thunder back into lightning
I think there’s a ditch somewhere
Filled with forgotten artists and despair
That’s where Rebecca Black will stay
When she’s forgotten on Saturday
That’s where every modern singer will go
When their appeal finally runs low
That’s where current culture dies
With our music lost in an blinking of an eye
That’s what we’re all headed to
Fashion and cinema, art and science too
The screen has slowed our cognitive function
The video games make our ADD rambunctious
Yet the shooting stars
Are going far
On a beautiful summer evening
But good luck
Seeing them through the ceiling
So turn off the LEDs
Smash in the computer screen
Pull these USBs from my veins
Tune out the suped up cars
Lock up all the movie stars
Cut the power line to my brain
Smash in the computer screen
Pull these USBs from my veins
Tune out the suped up cars
Lock up all the movie stars
Cut the power line to my brain
Well, Ke$ha, you’ve got a pretty voice
So I wonder if you have any choice
Or if it’s the producers who let the computer sing
Beyoncé, you were the queen of pop
But three years without an album and it all stops?
Even the best of our singers turn out to be just a fling
All the punk rock’s
Fallen to cold pop
Under the terminal’s conquest
Between blind neutrality
And budding individuality?
End’s up being no contest
So turn off the LEDs
Smash in the computer screen
Pull these USBs from my veins
Tune out the suped up cars
Lock up all the movie stars
Cut the power line to my brain
Well I’d like to talk
To whoever’s at the top
Of the record companies deciding
Where the sellouts go
When appeal runs low
Thinking they’ll turn thunder back into lightning
I think there’s a ditch somewhere
Filled with forgotten artists and despair
That’s where Rebecca Black will stay
When she’s forgotten on Saturday
That’s where every modern singer will go
When their appeal finally runs low
That’s where current culture dies
With our music lost in an blinking of an eye
That’s what we’re all headed to
Fashion and cinema, art and science too
The screen has slowed our cognitive function
The video games make our ADD rambunctious
Yet the shooting stars
Are going far
On a beautiful summer evening
But good luck
Seeing them through the ceiling
So turn off the LEDs
Smash in the computer screen
Pull these USBs from my veins
Tune out the suped up cars
Lock up all the movie stars
Cut the power line to my brain
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