Ed Gein - Killing a Co-Worker
Song | Killing A Co-Worker
Band | Ed Gein
Album | Judas Goats And Dieseleaters
Wise men talk because they have something to say, fools talk because they have to say something. Which one are you? I’m no sage, but I’m no fool either. Now shut your mouth and do your job. Because so far you haven’t said anything worth saying.
Rotting Out - Goddamn
Song | Goddamn
Band | Rotting Out
Album | The Wrong Way
It’s a cause that makes me suicidal. It’s all the same to me just comic books and bibles. The righteous man wasn’t right he was just a man. I gripped onto faith but it shattered in my hand. Goddamn the hand that holds back the man. So I razor blade the truth to gut out the facts. I didn’t find proof so I sat back and laughed. All the will that I wasted and the hope that it took, they still talk about god like they read it in a book. Goddamn the hand that holds back the man. Dear god, don’t walk away we need to talk about this and all the unheard prayers and the childhood I missed. I wonder why you won’t answer me. Then I realize you don’t exist.
Comadre - Drag Blood
Song | Drag Blood
Band | Comadre
Album | S/T
We’re both responsible people who don’t care. But you’re the law and the lawless, fun don’t care. An outlaw by degree, they’re fucking chasing me. That’s why the call me invincible, because they know I can keep it cool. The sun is setting. I still want more. They’re coming for me, the devil knows me. Did you fight? Or did you run? I know my eyes look like they’re fucking the sun and take that fun out from under my nose, the metal smells like Death’s first born. Did you fight? Or did run? They know I’m smart, but they’re not counting their cards. Last time I lost but now I’m gold and I’m not coming back alone. That’s why they call me invincible, because they know I can keep it cool. The sun is setting, I still want more. They’re coming for me, the devil owes me.
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The Story So Far - Empty Space
Song | Empty Space
Band | The Story So Far
Album | What You Don’t See
All that I know is your space is empty. It’s buried below the streets and the envy. All the places I go it still hasn’t left me. I hated it then and now it consumed me. I dwell on it nightly tread swiftly and lightly. Make up the lost ground and see what you don’t see. All the questions aside, I asked and you lied and now my hands are tied. All I can show is absence from your life that I can’t control. It’s all that I get right, keep paying the toll. I know that it seems like I’m always upset, I know it seems like I’m always upset. (I know it seems like I’m always upset) All that I know is your space is empty. It’s buried below, it still hasn’t left me. All that I know is your space is empty. It’s buried below, it still hasn’t left. I dwell on it nightly
tread swiftly and lightly. Make up the lost ground and see what you don’t see all the questions aside, I asked and you lied and now my hands are tied.
Seahaven - Honey Bee
Song | Honey Bee
Band | Seahaven
Album | Winter Forever
I’m a honeybee, breaking your heart, broke mine enough to kill me. I let you feel my sting before my last bittersweet moments of flying. I thought I heard you say something about being undeserving, but this time not of a Love so great, but of a pain inflicted so selfishly. I think that you deserve some form of apology. So here I am, and here it is. I’m sorry. You were the balloon that drifted from the flock into my window. But you slipped right through my fingers that grew too tiresome to hold you. I watched you float away, watched as it turned into desperate longing. This time not for some drastic change, but for the string that was made to be held by me. I think that you deserve some form of apology. So here I am, once again, I’m sorry. I don’t even want you back. No, I would never want to risk something like that. ‘Cause I lost faith in myself, when I turned away from the one with the longest stretch of embracing arms to hold me. So now I’m all alone. I guess god grew too tired to fix the mistakes he made with “Love”. I think his biggest mistake was making me. I think that you deserve some form of apology. So here I am, at the end, I’m sorry.
Tiny Moving Parts - Clouds Above My Head
Song | Clouds Above My Head
Band | Tiny Moving Parts
Album | This Couch is Long & Full of Friendship
I am sick of this cycle turning in the opposite direction you made me so happy way back in kindergarten. The first kiss we created during recess at the daycare. The time out sessions nearby the closets. They were beyond worth it. The children in the background they’ve always stayed in focus the camera could never do it’s justice and I’m still sick to my stomach about it. The aperture was far too open for you to notice. Well the light blinds my expression all of thee attention was never what I wanted in the first place. I’ve always had the darkest clouds above my head. Storms bring me nothing but problems, why? Signs for good luck are never good signs.
They higher your hopes up just to see you die inside. Please lie to me and tell me that I am okay because it’s getting worse. I guess when you’re a kid stuck inside a candy store you’re bound to get sick of everything. I have learned that signs for good luck are never good signs. They higher your hopes up just to see you die inside.
Dashboard Confessional - Hands Down
Song | Hands Down
Band | Dashboard Confesional
Album | A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar
Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep, this air is blessed, you share with me. This night is wild, so calm and dull, these hearts they race, from self control. Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine, we’re doing fine,
we’re doing nothing at all. My hopes are so high, that your kiss might kill me. So won’t you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry, which ever you prefer. The words are hushed lets not get busted; just lay entwined here, undiscovered.
Safe in here from all the stupid questions. “hey did you get some?” Man, that is so dumb. Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can’t hear… so we can get some. My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won’t you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer. Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, I’ll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers and the time on the clock when we realized it’s so late and this walk that we shared together. The streets were wet and the gate was locked so I jumped it, and I let you in. And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it, that you meant it, that you meant it, and I knew, that you meant it, that you meant it.
Joyce Manor - Constant Headache
Song | Constant Headache
Band | Joyce Manor
Album | Joyce Manor
I could hear you coming so I hid by the couch. You were talking so loudly, I don’t know what about. You were drunker than high school, self-conscious and sweet. I never ever felt so cool disguised in your sheets. But I’m a constant headache, a tooth out of line. They try to make you regret it, you tell them, no not this time. It’s just a constant headache, a dead pet device.
You hang me up, unfinished with the better part of me no longer mine. And then you finally found me, pretending to sleep. You said such nice things about me, I felt guilty and cheap. You took two steps to the kitchen, and just stared at the sink. I couldn’t hold back a smile, I still wish I could have seen you having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me. It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be. But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked. It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough.
Into It. Over It. - Augusta, GA
Song | Augusta, GA
Band | Into It. Over It.
Album Twelve Towns
Flipping through the pages of our diary, a memoirs worth of messages from you and me. Both good and bad advice recalling should-haves and could-haves, a distance from both of our worst enemies. On this page Mississippi John Hurt plays with a hand on your neck and a hand around my waist. It causes trouble and I’ve had it all with these slow dancing Sundays. Some red wine, a summer dress, a pair of hand-rolled cigarettes. We’re descriptive to keep with descriptions, we’re convicts to lack of conviction. So… Skip to the back and read the index. Put your trust in the dust sleeves of hardbacks cause it’s as fleeting as the feeling of being eighteen again. I’ve turned the tables, it’s your house in Georgia now. We’re seeming stable despite mistakes that we’d allow Can’t blame the past this time around. So please don’t make a sound cause I’m shaking hands with common sense. I’m bridging gaps from innocence to versed, I’m telling you, we’re cursed. Flipping through the pages our diary…
Basement - Covet
Song | Covet
Band | Basement
Album | Colourmeinkindness
When I’m with you, I don’t want to be with you. White hair, and a hopeful smile. Your inside, is on your outside. I need, a pleasant surprise. Good heart and desire to please. I want a fatal disease. When I’m with you, I don’t want to be with you. You are, rverything. My most, demanding dream. When I’m with you, I don’t want to be with you.
Martyr's Tongue - Apocalyptic Cleansing
Song | Apocalyptic Cleansing
Band | Martyr’s Tongue
Album | Exist To Suffer
At the sound of the seventh trumpet you will witness the end unfold. Before your eyes, humans slaughtered like swine. The blood will flow like fucking wine. Salvation and redemption denied, torture of the divine as I stand between heaven and hell. With the brand of the damned on my forehead
I will walk over the dead. This is my kingdom, this is my hell. If you’d see me in hell I’ll be the one sitting on the throne with thy father’s head. Forever cursed this soul shall rest.
Into It. Over It. - Portland, OR
Song | Portland, OR
Band | Into It. Over It.
Album | Twelve Towns
At first I thought a girl like you shouldn’t be seen with a miserable man like me but it seems that once you’ve opened your mouth, horrible things fall out. I guess I’d spoken too soon, I guess I’d spoken too soon. Cause a man like me didn’t actually essentially endure the whole fucking country to sit here and let you insult the way I interact openly with my best friends. It’s true I don’t know how they talk down in Tucson but you know I bet my bottom dollar that the people here in Oregon know a thing or two about respect. I guess I’d spoken too soon…
Comadre - "Suicides May Have Been Pact"
Song | Suicide May Have Been Pact
Band | Comadre
Album | A Wolf Ticket
I got this new way to hate, a razorblade and some tapes, here’s the ones who love to lose. Now that I’ve swallowed mistakes some sailor’s luck in the way. I am stomaching what I can’t chew. I want some blood in the back of my throat, flatline, flatline and “today is a good day to die.” Guess where he’s staying today, down with the worms and his gin, I am viva hating all my friends, so call in dead just not sick a couple crates full of grins, I’ll staple them to your last meal. No guts no story right? Here’s everything you’ve ever worked for and everyone who’s ever lost at war. Buried and burned, this ocean you’ve earned. I’ve got my way out, a better home, a different kind of throne, where you favorite word is alone and breathing in just tastes like old bones.
Title Fight - Lefty
Song | Lefty
Band | Title Fight
Album | Floral Green
Bad luck never leaves. Your jinx just floats around like the taste in you mouth, or the sound when your skull cracks. Feel the growing pains.
It means you’re growing up too fast. Telling white lies to black cats. Stretch me out across the tracks. While you were sleeping I was blood red, sharp as a knife inside your stomach. I’m squeezing tight; don’t let the light in. No medicine. Daydream tendencies had you smiling soft and sweet. Keep those blurry memories somewhere safe- you may need them. You can make a wish, but there’s no rabbit out the hat. Realize it’s never coming back. While you were sleeping I was blood red, sharp as a knife inside your stomach. I’m squeezing tight; don’t let the light in. No medicine.
Into It. Over It. - Pinky Swear
Song | Pinky Swear
Band | Into It. Over It.
Album | 52 Weeks
Every single car on the New Jersey turnpike has their hazards flashing for a fireworks display. I’ll stop and watch it but I’m too busy thinking of every single chance that I was too afraid to take. Life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could-of would-of should-of that I ask myself each day. Where I’ve spent my time and how I’m spending it and if I’m simply wasting it away. So while I sat there motor humming on the shoulder I thought I’d find a pen and start to write my failures out, but then the lights were gone and both sides of the paper were full so hazards off turn signal on gas pedal down. Life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could-of would-of should-of that I ask myself each day. Where I’ve spent my time and how I’m spending it and if I’m simply wasting it away. Life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could-be would-be should-be that we’re offered every day. And now that you and I’ve been given what we’ve wanted, lets make a pinky swear that we don’t throw it all away.
