Founds total 12 songs
Vengeance
You are a sickness, my only sincere plague. Is this what you've worked for?. Running your false empire to the ground. What is this substance that made your very own morals change?.
Untidaled
[Back for the fourth time around and still meaning every wordNever more honest, always too tiredDrowning in the pages I've planned: Provoke, destroy, provoke, destroyI could be the lost cause for I am dead poetryIn this reflection, in this reflection we are perfect disorderBring back balance,] bring restoration.
Martyrs
Oh.. . I know I'm always here,. And I will always beg,. 'Forgive us'.. . It's just that I am. I am always gone.. . So we'll start with a question:. Why's this on me?.
Mammoth
I won't let this ruin me. . My orchestra, my indecision. It all comes back full circle. From grace to all my hate. I never meant to hurt anyone. . I came for peace and for great reason.
Kansas
It is though God by command has withdrawn every other throne.. And God is saying, 'No. These people will deal with me alone.'. . The Devil Wears Prada are quoting Paul Washer's "The Judgment of God and the Great White Throne!". The complete paragraph goes:.
Home For Grave
The normal man, promised all things. Brought into this, taken by pain. He mistook home for grave. The normal man, filtered by hate. Living to pay, buying what's fake.
First Sight
Promise the lake. Don't try, don't be. Exist just like me. Promise shame. Every bit of everything is screaming so quietly. . Is there anything else to say?.
Dead Throne
What you hold, dear, is a false account. What you hold, dear, offers no salvation. Trust in that, I'm not right for this. Know that I'm not the one to hold you up.
Chicago
In this grave hour, I have composed our final song. The last words of our love lost. I called your hands home for years. For years, for years, for years on end.
Constance
Oh.... What has exhaustion brought me?. Unvisited, but still too busy to close my eyes. (to close my eyes). . Maybe one day I'll grasp the pattern, maybe in time this will all be readable..
Born To Lose
Blessed be those who have no idols.. Invoke holy honor, sanctify the patient.. I don't see the world the same.. I'm no one's hero, so just forget my name..
8:18
Streets taut with empty lines. Bullets clutter the sidewalk. The gun trembles in a young mans hand. The mother visits a grave site. They ask why we suffer.
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