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I miss you arms around me,
If I only knew this would be our last kiss.
My best was never good enough
But, you were my favorite mistake.
And I wonder do you still think of me?
<Aesthetic Dialectic>
All of this means nothing
D.C. made me and the rest of this mess
You don't even try to fake it
All of this means nothing
D.C. made me and the rest of this mess
You don't even try to fake it
Don't even try
I'm here becuase I was ready to leave
This should mean more but it can't
So dance, dance
Dance to the sounds of america's best dressed fake out
<Boy With No Arms>
Forever is so easy to say
But I can't stand to wait
And be slapped in the face
I'll keep this to myself you can't know
Smile for me
Pretend it's alright
Knocked down what's the use
I can't make you happy
I can't even make you feel anymore
How can you look me in the face and say that
I believe in fear and complacency
What do you believe in
What do you believe in
<Death Of A Modernist >
When I die 1,000 birds will fly out of my mouth
<Epilouge To A Carcrash>
You say you miss those days
But we did it right
Quit the habit started smoking again
I was crying you where laughing
Hit in the face
Blood on the snow
We where never happier
<Framecode>
Five, six and ten
Reworking my reality
Let the record play
Trancending practicality
Hand and hoof
Toes and teeth
I've done it again
Let the record play
Let the record play
Reworking my reality
Trancending practicality
Let the record play
Five, six and ten
Five, six, ten
<Hit The Ground>
Scream your name
To the deafest of the dumb.
The darker the better,
I still shake when I see you,
That's not alright.
I want to rip you to pieces
Kiss you until you remember what I meant to you.
I will try my hand at forever.
How can I walk away when I can barely stand?
<In G And E>
I wish I could give you more than this
A save lifer
I wish I could hold your hand
And have it always feel safe
You're my best, always
<Invasion USA>
Tear up the cul-de-sac it's all the rage
Tear up the cul-de-sac fevered sensation
Revolt against recreation
Spit back what you taught us
Rebellion on the roller rink
Those reds can't touch us on the moon
<Le Desordre, C'est Moi>
What true project has been lost
Slip of the fingertips
What true project has been lost
Snake eyes and a slit wrist
Contest the totality complete self destruction
All the watches stop when the first brick was thrown
Chaos is me Le Desordre C'est Moi
Chaos is me
<Mean S.O.B.>
With closed eyes
You close your fist
They tell you what to see
Long arm fell short
You're property
Until you earn enough to own
Work hard ethic is a lie
<Mean Son Of A Bitch>
With closed eyes,
You close your fist
They tell you what to see.
Long arm fell short,
You're property.
Until you earn enough to own.
Work hard ethic is a LIE.
<NJ Vs Valhalla>
Is this starting to make sense
Bring all your pennies to the five and dime
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Wave goodbye
Say the things I want to hear
but don't the things we say
That kind of talk is for phone calls at 4am and mix tape nostalgia
It's to quiet
Every word means something different
We'll recover like a brick to the face
<OSK>
For the love of hate,
for the pretty ones.
Tear off this face, and
I'll still be singled out.
Eat the candy (shit) you deserve
I'll be sure to step on your toes.
I'll piss on your sunshine parade.
I'll piss on your sunshine parade.
Sinserity trips me up.
Laugh as I stumble.
One day...
<Stagnant>
Deny the existence of...
Your philosophical orgasm.
Come down off your soapbox
It's been stood on before.
So much pride in you stagnant idea
Preaching the sermon to the converted.
Tunnel vision.
Rejection.
I'm still looking for answers,
But your answers leave me with more questions.
It fits into your comfortable life
Not everybody has it so easy.
Deny.
Deny the outside world and atrophy.
<The Action Index>
This isn't for you
This isn't for you
I speak in tounges
Teen face for the dream date
That girl wears black jeans
Paint it all black
Yea paint it all black
This isn't for you
Teen face for the dream date
That girl wears black jeans
I want her to kiss those black jeans into me
<Weekend At The Fire Academy>
How quaint you can spit farther than me
Your life straight from a movie scene
Now on a movie screen
Sliver skies and black eyes
I want a peice of cake
Get your hands off my presents
Kiss on the face
Slap on the cheek. I'll be the one who takes my chances
Sort of sad, isn't it
It's hard to forget the friend who makes the scene on T.V.
My baby makes the scene on T.V.
She makes the scene on T.V.
Who's like that anyway
< Angel >
kiss my hand
I'm gone, you're my angel
forgot my name
isn't it funny how things happen?
since when was I the lucky one?
judged by letters
judged by your eyes
stolen breath
stolen glances
sick with this I'll savor the pain
it replaces itself