we're the young ones, the unloved ones
wide eyed and guilty
we're not as we appear
look and you will find
everything to lose, nothing to fear
our stomachs are growling
and we'll soon turn on you
our faces are weathered
from singing the blues
raised on morals long since lost
never looking back on those we've crossed
sleeping with demons night after night
too tired and weary to put up a fight
i ask no forgiveness
i need no salvation
Friday, December 25, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
poison
raise our glasses
raise our hopes
three cheers to us
propose a toast
say all the things we don't mean
forget all the things that come between
fade to black
take it all back
confess my sins
do it again
empty our glasses
lose our hopes
turn our backs
pull the ropes
scream and scream all in vain
poison myself to forget the pain
confess my sins
do it again
raise our hopes
three cheers to us
propose a toast
say all the things we don't mean
forget all the things that come between
fade to black
take it all back
confess my sins
do it again
empty our glasses
lose our hopes
turn our backs
pull the ropes
scream and scream all in vain
poison myself to forget the pain
confess my sins
do it again
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