--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Complete and total adoration, My gift to you, my heart was yours. In ten weeks you shaped it, In one night you murdered it. Torn from my chest and laid at your feet, That first step you took was the worst.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Currently lost, I make my way through life somehow without being in complete despair. Mostly alone due to timidity and fear, I wait for someone to clear the fog and break the shell hidden within.
If I am online, I am probably bored so be sure to send a message to me if you want.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Complete and total adoration, My gift to you, my heart was yours. In ten weeks you shaped it, In one night you murdered it. Torn from my chest and laid at your feet, That first step you took was the worst.
When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city To see a marching band. He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, The beaten and the damned?" He said "Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?" Because one day I leave you, A phantom to lead you in the summer, To join the black parade."
When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city To see a marching band. He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken, The beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me. And other times I feel like I should go. Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets. When you're gone we want you all to know We'll Carry on, We'll Carry on Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on Carry on We'll carry on And in my heart I cant contain it The anthem wont explain it.
And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black and take it back Lets shout it loud and clear Do you fight it to the end We hear the call to To carry on We'll carry on Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears Ooh oh ohhhh Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh Take a look at me cause I could not care at all Do or die You'll never make me Cause the world, will never take my heart You can try, you'll never break me Want it all, I'm gonna play this part Wont explain or say i'm sorry I'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scar You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only.. I'm just a man, I'm not a hero Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song Just a man, I'm not a hero I -- don't -- care Carry on We'll carry on Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on We'll carry on We'll carry on We'll carry on We'll carry We'll carry on
I used to rule the world Seas would rise when I gave the word Now in the morning I sweep alone Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes Listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key Next the walls were closed on me And I discovered that my castles stand Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never, never an honest word That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world
I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my mirror my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled the world
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Elite He's been here for so long yet he's only made himself known once with Eliteitude...after that...not much else.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals!... .... except the weasels." - Homer Simpson
Faithful stars Will shine again tonight Can't you see The peaceful riot now So leave your shelter And wave the flag of change And Whisper your song, A scream in their heads But who's to blame
Give me your pain Choose a new name Close your eyes and Start again
It's to late for regrets now It's a new day, a new life for you Can you feel The future in your heart And can you live for Every piece of light When guns are barking My words are bullets Whisper my dream, A cry in their heads But who's to blame
Give me your pain Choose a new name Close your eyes and Start again
It's to late for regrets now It's a new day, a new life for you
It's to late for regrets now It's a new day, a new life for you
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