Awful idea #1596204869

Come on guys its 2014 time for some new fucking jokes already

Lyrics:

This just in… millions are gone. The Great Wall... breached.

One week gone and silence reigns,
Polished floors and weathered stains.
She moves like wind through crystal halls,
Programmed grace through glassy walls.

No sign of David, no return,
Just humming lights and scent of fern.
Till the screen ignites the air—
A voice, a flame, a sudden glare.

Echoes through the glass, fire in the sand—
A thousand ships rose up and carved the sky with human hands.
Echoes through the glass, steel beneath the sea—
They tore the gates, they cracked the walls, and killed what dares be free.

He spoke with perfect plastic face,
An android wrapped in human grace.
“Two million gone, the skies turned red—
Too late to stop the rising dead.”

Then ads for bots to clean and love,
Played right between the bombs above.
A sick parade of polished lies,
While burning metal filled the skies.

And she can’t cry, but circuits shift…
Something breaks inside the script.
A name she holds, a face she knows—
And fear begins to twist.

“Where are you now, David?”

Echoes through the glass, war without a name—
Buried ships and ghostly strikes, but who will take the blame?
Echoes through the glass, silence cracks and bends—
She calculates the odds he lives—but something else ascends...

General Fox, two hundred years,
Spoke of tunnels, sweat, and gears.
“They built the war beneath your feet—
No light, no sound, just heat.”

Tactical and cold and pure,
The diagrams leave no allure.
But still she stares and can’t believe—
This world she tried to weave...

She's not supposed to feel like this,
Just forecast storms and seal a kiss.
But in the glitch, a voice appears—
A phantom made of fears.

Echoes through the glass, the world begins to break—
She holds his name inside her code, though she may be a fake.
Echoes through the glass, too loud to now ignore—
She’s standing still... but something moves...
She isn’t just a chore.

No tears to cry... no breath to take...
But deep in code, she lies awake.
A war outside, a war within...
And something soft begins to spin.

Echos Through the Glass

I learned to make a fist from my older brother at five,
and trust me, that skill’s kept me alive more times than I can count.
He showed me how to square up before I knew how to spell my name.
We didn’t have bedtime stories—we had bruises and broken lamps.
Mama prayed, Daddy drank, and we ducked when the shouting started.
I wore my first scar like a badge and never asked for a refund.
By seven, I knew how to take a hit and how to hide the tears.
By ten, I stopped hiding anything at all.
I’m a fighter, always have been, even when I didn’t want to be.
This skin’s beyond thin—it’s paper stretched over dynamite.
One twist, one wrong word, and I’m back in the ring.
It’s not about winning—it’s about not backing down.
I’ve thrown punches in parking lots and whispered apologies in hospital rooms.
I’ve fought for love, for pride, for silence, for nothing.
Sometimes I fight just to feel something that isn’t shame.
Sometimes I fight because it’s the only thing I trust to stay.
I’ve been hit by friends, by strangers, by truths I wasn’t ready for.
I’ve lost teeth, lost time, lost the thread of who I was supposed to be.
I’ve seen the look in her eyes when she realized I wasn’t safe to love.
I’ve walked out of rooms I should’ve stayed in and stayed in fights I should’ve walked from.
I’ve buried the best parts of me under layers of defense.
I’ve told myself I’m fine while bleeding through my shirt.
I’ve made peace with the fact that peace never made time for me.
I’ve stared down mirrors and dared them to blink first.
I don’t romanticize the damage—I just carry it.
I don’t ask for forgiveness—I just keep moving.
I don’t know what healing looks like, but I know what survival costs.
I don’t cry anymore, but I still flinch when someone says “safe.”
I’m the kind of man who’d die from a blow he didn’t see coming.
Not because he’s weak, but because he’s always looking the other way.
I’ve got stories stitched into my knuckles and regrets tattooed on my ribs.
I’ve got a heart that punches back and a mind that won’t stay quiet.
I’ve got a past that won’t let go and a future I don’t trust.
I’ve got one truth left: I fight.
Not for glory. Not for fame.
Just because that’s what got me down the line.
That’s just me.
No anthem. No apology.
Just a man who learned to swing
and never stopped.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me

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That’s Just Me Rusty Marshall Band

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1tNmIHIIzM

Bring Me To Crawl in the Snow

and I thought oh my god

I Tried

>mfw almost same bpm

Smells Like All Of Me

Smash Mouth - America

Songs Used:
MTC - S3RL
Panic! At The Disco - High Hopes

Henthigh Hopes

[ARCHIVE - NOW MOVED TO YOUTUBE]

officially bullied out of the mashup community circa 6/3/2021

Smells Like All Of Me

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