Imma look at your account okay? Thanks man

Emo Scremo

No Wings To Speak Of

April Left With Silence

GunsLikeGirls - There Were People With Morals

GunsLikeGirls - The Moore We See

GunsLikeGirls - He Is Not A Bird

Regrets And Romance - From First to Last

Forgotten Alibi - A Promise Enclosed

Sinema - On a Broken Edge

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)

In the shadow of the spires where the children used to play,
Now the smoke rises slow from the ashes of the day.
A mother clutches silence where her laughter used to be,
While the generals count victories on a blood-stained tapestry.

And the poets write of glory, but the ink is turning red,
Every promise ever spoken lies broken on the bed.

I'm tired, boss...
Tired of the screaming in the night.
I'm tired, boss...
Of the wrong disguised as right.
If this is the story that we're writing with our hands,
Then tell me what the meaning is — I no longer understand.

Steel birds tear the heavens, raining fire on the ground,
While the bankers toast in towers to the profits they have found.
A boy becomes a soldier 'cause the fields no longer yield,
And the priest forgives the killer in the name of what is real.

We build our walls with reasons, call them borders, call them fate,
But the cracks are in the mirror — we're the ones we love to hate.

I'm tired, boss...
Tired of the cycle and the spin.
I'm tired, boss...
Of the monster deep within.
If love's the only weapon that we never learned to wield,
Then why do we keep sharpening the blades across the field?

I'm tired, boss...
Tired of the questions with no end.
I'm tired, boss...
Let the broken learn to mend.
If there's a stairway waiting at the ending of it all,
I'll climb it slow and weary... just to watch the empires fall.

I'm tired, boss... I'm tired...

I'm Tired, Boss...

Missed Out

Why Cant I Provide

Dear Whoever - A Place For The End

Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.

Forgotten Alibi - A Promise Enclosed

Evie

Recent comments

des

dracuuli

Hazelnut

sol

Related tracks