with intermission ending, the finale is approaching it's not what you're expecting, there is no magic involved now will you take your seats, and be quiet
you said I'm always on the go how nice of you to notice a toast to all those broken homes everyone i know is a fortress i kiss ellipsis a fork in all
i feel what's best for everyone is to forget about me when I'm gone because it hurts to be missed and no one is deserving this with my back to a hardwood
retracing my steps in hopes to find some part of me that may be somewhere left behind there's a fear, there's a point, there is a problem what if what
if you?re looking for a place to hang your head in shame the light is always on so come on in my eyes are too big for my stomach it can?t process all
can?t subscribe And I?m scared to talk to anyone for what they might prescribe These days I just try to keep to myself well aware I?ve lost touch with
there is weight in the words we?ve said too heavy to carry in our heads there?s a chance that I thought had gone but here we are, playing along I admit
I said that I'd never be the same Possibly for impact, but possibly for certain I also said I'd never know another you But fate has been making me a liar
I've got a decent proposition to all the "artists" of Silverlake The deal is all stop singing when you stop making the music you make We're part of a
Was it for purpose or obligation? To rip the happiness from those homes to insure your own salvation. When you're walking a thin line between ignorance
with headphones on the streets are silenced cars hum along to disrupt the quiet you learn a lot about a place, when you see it without a sun you search
What have I seen other than what the bottom looks like? Stuck somewhere between the gloom and the light When you're working towards building back those
This city is trash, and it's always moving This city is shit, I wanna see it in ruins It's clientele represents hell Buy your way in, sell yourself short
Take this time to remember what we've done and what we've accomplished I dont want to be known regrettably I'd prefer a coffin to a shoe box and the ocean
I've gotten good at hiding When I feel like hiding My mouth is great at running When I feel like (running) Now I'm biting the hairs on my arm like I
We've got a message and we don't need signs and followers We've got a message; "you're all fucked" We're not in Kansas anymore There's a place reserved
Sun down Sun up I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things I appreciate I lie in rhythm to open doors I follow suit and just want more My reputation
If you fantasize about your funeral, I understand I've been there before If what's more important, is the music played Than who'd attend We Are The Same
