There Is

Open up your door. I know we've both been here before. But there's a shadow fading here. A revolution on its way. . Open up your mind. I know I've drowned in there before.

Too Personal

Tell me that this isn't goodbye. Just holding you in my arms. There's too many reasons why. You must be the only one that I need. But can't keep you anymore.

To Whom It May Concern

I apologize, I think I have confused you. With my fure of fake tears, and my self-thrown pity parties. That hard road, does that story sound familiar ?.

The Revisionist

The fat lady's finishing. The returns are diminishing. The triumph, the tragedy : a breathing dichotomy. It all looks the same to me. Revisionist history.

Twisted Minds

Oppressed to see, the world as they say. Cannot think for ones-self, you minds have been made. Ties have been severed, a life no longer yours. Except to live and be and further thier cause.

Trapped Behind A Shadow

Futureturns the tides. An abstract view on life. Morbid thoughts that dominate. Control your instinct to survive. . Left in the dark again. Trapped behind a shadow.

Torn Between Two Worlds

Cross the fie line. Between the barrier of time. Invading conscious soul. Taking conscious soul. Taking over personality. Schizophrenic infestion. Two people to share one mind.

Torn Between To Worlds

Cross the fie line. Between the barrier of time. Invading conscious soul. Taking conscious soul. Taking over personality. Schizophrenic infestion. Two people to share one mind.

Time To React

Scars of rejection. Visible by all. Writhing indecision. Lacking direction. . Time. Your wasting your time. Confined. To stand in line. . Wasting away - Lies and fact.

Taken By Force

Persecute the ones. The innocent are overcome. I won't accept your scorn. You won't accept the norm. . I sense your anger. The pain that burns inside.

Tightrope

You never ask if I'm ok. The knife in my wrist will take your place. You're slipping farther away now. I'm starting to break, I can't take it. . The pressure is building inside of me.

The Drop-outs March

No more pencils, no more books. No more teachers dirty looks. Dropouts, dropouts, yeah team. . On dropouts down the field. Ain't we the national shame.

This World

This Is Not A Dream

Think The World

Teresa

teresa, do you want to listen to the ramones with me?. . we'll get something to drink, maybe ill come home with you. . believe me, theres no telling whats wrong with me,.

Telltale Signs

Trend Starter

The sun came down with rain. . You're an enigma,. Shadow of your former self. Poised at the light,. Shining down your narrow hallway. To pay the fucking price.

The Potion

The Light

I see the light. I see the light at the end of the tunnel. I see the light. And it's burning bright. I see the light. It's the light at the end that I run to.