Emo Scremo

An Evening At Elmwood - Take the throne

To Sail With Plague

A Sickened Rose Is of No Use

Of Course It Bleeds by Not For Now.

Not my song obviously, go check em out on youtube, spotify, and probably wherever else you get your music.

Of Course It Bleeds - Not For Now

An Evening At Elmwood - This Is Gonna Get Worse Before It Gets Better

Mustache Cashstache

Reclaim The Fallen - These Forgotten Ways

A song with lyrics originally from Got Some Purple Stuff... by Sydney

I've got this trigger finger locked in
Compressed to kill sound and
You're running through my sights
I know I'm always on your mind
So simple everyone is watching and
Every second is another chance to turn this all around
I can say goodbye
[chorus] 
Fight all the pain that brings you down
I've got a lot of things to tell you now
It's just pathetic cause I try to make sense
You're not getting it
Such a sad sound (such a sad sound tonight)
Don't you dare put up a fight!
Such a sad sound (such a sad sound tonight)
You know the worst part was your right!
I've got this trigger finger locked in
Compressed to kill sound and
You're running through my sights
I know I'm always on your mind
So simple everyone is watching and
Every second is another chance to turn this all around
I can say goodbye
She took me outside
Led me to the alley
Spouted some shit I never really could understand
I just swear that I never wanna see you again
It's alright, I'm alright
I take it back now
You know i wanna see you again
I'm so sorry, said I'm so sorry
It's too late because we're never gonna feel it again
But you haunt me like a bad dream
I've got this trigger finger locked in
Compressed to kill sound and
You're running through my sights
I know I'm always on your mind
So simple everyone is watching and
Every second is another chance to turn this all around
I can say goodbye
It's the final chance, final vision
I heard she said she's got her problems
But she's only 17
It's that final glance towards perdition
And I know she's got her problems
I've got this trigger finger locked in
Compressed to kill sound and
You're running through my sights
I know I'm always on your mind
So simple everyone is watching and
Every second is another chance to turn this all around
I can say goodbye. GOODBYE

Got Some Purple Stuff...

1,000 Angels (Under Fading Stars)

Description. This CD is the most ambitious offering of the music of the Unwanted Superheroes. Having refined their sound over the last few years, the band is making a statement in a big way. "You Don't Need This As Bad As I Do" features all original songs from their collection of concert favorites.

Stars On Your Wrist

beautiful things are better left dead - aprils love affair (cover)

aynı duman

[Verse 1]
They built their towers on broken backs, On stolen lands and railroad tracks. From Congo mines to Bengal fields, They took the gold, ignored the yields. They called it progress, called it trade, But it was blood that their fortunes made. They dressed it up in suits and ties, But we see the truth behind the lies.

[Chorus]
We found out! We know what built your throne. We found out! It’s carved in flesh and bone. Don’t ask us to join the ranks of pain— We won’t be cast aside again. You wrote your wealth on history’s doubt— But yeah… We found out!

[Verse 2]
They built empires with corporate hands, Left ghost towns in forgotten lands. They sold the grind as noble fate, While they dined behind the golden gate. They knew the numbers, knew the cost, But they chose profit over the lost. They knew the pain, they knew the score— But they kept building more and more.

[Bridge]
From sweatshops stitching branded lies, To oil fields under burning skies, From slaves in chains to wage despair, They built their wealth on stolen air. And now they smile, pretend it’s clean, But we’ve decoded the machine. We won’t be cogs, we won’t be ghosts— We’ll rise and haunt your gilded hosts.

[Final Chorus]
We found out! We know what built your throne. We found out! It’s carved in flesh and bone. Don’t ask us to join the ranks of pain— We won’t be cast aside again. You wrote your wealth on history’s doubt— But yeah… We found out!

Yeah, We found Out!

It’s a war cry for anyone who’s been counted out, proving that the fight isn’t the end; it’s the beginning of the show.

A Sickened Rose Is of No Use

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