Shame on MeShe swings on the pieces of my broken heart.The feeling is bliss when I tore her's apart.Remember when I exiled your long lost love?I shot him and his soul ascended like a dove?I remember the salty tears you cried.They hit the ground like bombes which eroded when they dried.You didn't think I'd find out, did you?Funny how you thought I never knew.But I knew.. how didn't you?It was the only thing that I could possibly do.You sat there as I walked away,The night slowly faded into the day.I left one in the chamber just for you,I figured a loving husband would let you choose what to do.You stare down right into the blackness.You face the fear, the regret, the sadness.At the last minute you look back at me.You pulled the trigger, and said "sorry."I say aloud "Shame on me if you fool me once, shame on me if you fool me twice
shame on me. Shame on me."
Black DecemberAnd there he laysIn a blue coffin case.To be full of nothing.Exist without living.What do you feel.Nothing at all.What can you see?Nothing at all.What can you hear?Nothing at all.What can you taste?Nothing at all.Where will you go?Nowhere at all.And down you goIn a blue coffin case.A black december.My thoughts can't erase.When the wind blewI knew that it wasn't youLaying in that cold bed.Just a body, cold and dead.
Brice the Doghttp://youtu.be/lnElh_MbUSwCheck the above link.I wrote all of it.Lyrics, guitar, and vocals are all me.Lemme know what you think!
The DreamBefore you leave,I just wish you knew.My heart's on my sleave,I wish I could go with you.when you hit earth again,tell me about your trip.tell me how you've been,before love losened it's grip.As you walk on the clouds,and float away on your dream,before you sell your souls,remember that nothing is what it seems.I'll hold the moon for you.I'll hold the moon for you.
Spiritual EnlightenmentV1. Things aren't what they seem anymore.Still trying to put it together.Looking for what could have been so much more,In the eyes of a lover.Chorus: Ghosts in my eyes, and dreams in my head.Ghosts in my eyes, while I dream of the dead.Ghosts in my eyes , and I dream of the dead.V2. When I woke up from my sleep, I was a bit frightened.Her face in my mind like I'd been spiritually enlightened.She spoke to me in a cold, ghastly voice.She told me that I have a choice.Bridge: It's all in my head. x5
The Cold, Hard TruthToday I learned something about you.I learned that you have feelings, too.You tell lies, and you tell truths.You have him, but I want you..
BoredomMy life is a choreThere's no joyOr happinessOnly boredomAnd frustrationI'm just livingFor the sake of itWith no objectiveWith no purposeOnly killing timeUntil the day I die
restroom graffititruths have a tendency to appearin the company of filthwhere pressure forces poisonout, we are desperate to purifyand forget souls-they are mere blemishes,stains on an otherwiseimmaculate mind-but every now and againwe stoop to feel the weightof our subconscious screams take a moment to relieve pressureand flush our shit down the pipes.
Right Here Right NowThe river is deepand after the fifth vodkathe everlasting sleepcalls louder than ever - -Just one reason to stay!
Blind and lostI open my eyesBut I can't see a thingNot in all the fogThat clouds this worldA fog we can't clearIt doesn't go awayAnd so we wanderTrying to find our wayFinding only trapsAnd dead endsUntil we collapseAnd dieSomewhere in this mazeCalled life
(aftermathematics)with passing timeand spending dimesi've got(ten) precious,precocious all metallicand isolated behind alloysor bars; ally, lie,calculate the dreamscapesjust so.thought currencysells in idle transactions;idyllic complexities that dance,sparkling treasuresg(r)asping in claspedhands curling together,a stutter at the slightestmovement.i've got a diamond-like mindset,all wildfire kaleidoscopes;but you're offeringno more than penniesthat clatter in the b(l)anks.
Walking with a ToddlerSlow he may be, plodding gentle histiny legs. Each stick is a newexploration three steps toanother. “come on” you shout as he trots overgravel laughing delighted at the crunch-crunchbeneath his feetand thereand back again. A dog bounds by, so much energy thatit sparks fear in the little trekker ashe clings to your leg, begging to be lifted.Arms wrapped around his world,he points at the sky, tells you its blue.
A thought...Death is an unforgiving parasite which I do not ever want to meet, or greet ever in my lifetime. The reality is...I have to. And it breaks me in two and shatters the depths of my heart.