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My Crooked Arms

God knows I've been trying, love
To be the man that you need me to be
There's no good in crying, love
It only blurs the things we need to see
 
I know I've broken promises, promises
I know that I've hurt you
All this time you were standing beside me
Now it's my turn to stand with you
I'm right beside you
 
I know I've broken promises, promises
I know that I've hurt you
And all this time you were standing beside me
Now it's my turn to stand with you
I won't let you down, love
I won't let you down
After you're gone, I'll dream of you lying in my crooked arms
 
It's no use in trying, love
You won't get rid of me so easily
I've been trying to tell you, love
In spite of all we've said before
You're still the one that I adore
 
Yeah, you're still the one that I adore
 

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Johnny ringo

This is your time
Your life's flashing before your eyes.
And soon enough you will realize this is
goodbye,
But what If I gave you a chance?
You just have to sell your soul.
 
Look around,
What do you see ?
The choices you never had the guts to make?
I'm sorry you never could be the man that you wanted,
But regret is wasted on me.
 
I can feel air inside my lungs again.
All because of you.
I can rebuild my life and start again.
All because of you.
 
This feeling's amazing I know
But be careful,
You know not what you wish for
Granted life again but now you've cheated death.
There's no where to run when you run from yourself.
 
But fear not for as long as you live
You are mine,
And even in death you will find
 
You've lived with regret for so long
But now,
Is your chance to change what has been wrong.
 
I can feel air inside my lungs again
All because of you
I can rebuild my life and start again
All because of you.
 
And I know that my destiny wasn't written in the stars.
It was just a part of satellites and it's
All because of you
And it's all because of you.
 
(Scream)
What's happening ?
(Scream)
 
Don't ever trust the devil , Bitch !
 
I never wanted this
It's time that you suffered the consequense.
I should have known my time was up.
I gave you your time
Now your soul is mine!
 
I can't feel air inside my lungs
I'm dead
All because of ....
 
You!
 
All because of you !
 
I can't feel air inside my lungs
I'm dead
All because of you!
I can't rebuild my life or start again
All because of you!
All because of you!
 
All because of ...
 

Tide of Memory

Paths plotted within these pools
Hiding wisdom and lore of fools
Reflections inform reason
Projections change like seasons
The sombre sigh goes unheard
 
Seen the saga of time's web spun
Towers tumble, warfare won
Felt the year's impost
Heard tearful tales of love lost
Grief gripped steadfastly, strangling speech
 
Above horizon's azure hue
A flower sleeps, awaiting bloom
Through thickest thorns a path to tread
Unravelling this tapestry's thread
Forgotten, forsaken no longer
 
Rousing from silent sleep
Transcending caverns that run on deep
With subtlety she sings
Inflection rich with wisdom rings:
'Surrender not to sorrow's way'
 
Held by water's morning gleam
In this wilderness of tangled dreams
Free of fetters binding time to torment
No longer languishing in lament
Lines are cast, we smile
 

Baby Hotline [full version]

Baby Hotline, please hold me close to you
Baby flatline, still time to do it too (Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby snack time, chow down to earth
But in your head she's a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
No boundary and boredom!
 
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay
 
Hung up and put it on hold! (old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
(Oh, uh, I'll try again though)
 
Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out!
No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!)
Baby sat by and felt the wind
At least I called her a
Hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom-dom
No boundary and boredom!
 
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die, and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her, okay
 
Hung up and put it on hold! (-old)
(Hotline!)
My line is getting cold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
Hung up and put it on hold! (o-o-old)
(Hotline!)
 
Numb, feel burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb, I've been burning with haste
And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste
I feel numb.
 
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
Sunbathe 'til morning time
And your e-eyes
Will open wide
(What a waste)
Oh baby, never mind
And my si-ight
Oh, run and hide
 
I can say
Oh, wrap it in with cinnamon (What about)
I've been dead
Oh, wrap the trouble now (Ha ha!)
I feel so good
Ring won't bend (And you did it)
Thinking bent, oh
I won't stay more anymore, oh I don't even think about it
 
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
Oh, you know I don't
 
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I hate hoping, oh
I hate hoping, oh
 

Squalor Opera

I, I am the face of your torment
I, I am your sin personified
With picturesque decay I paint a world full of problems
Insanity, I am the herald of your misery
 
With lewd demeanour my visions congregate
A sickening black hole of debauchery
Construed to keep free thought at bay
A sickening hole, taking control
 
Wallowing in a wasteland, a sordid cacophony
Shrouded by a terror vision
Indoctrinated abomination
The grandest farce, misanthropic global diversion
 
Oh morbus operandi - invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery
Hypocritical congregation - an obnoxious freakshow for the mentally bizarre
Extermination policies for the weak and poor
We embrace our very end with the greatest amour
 
I, I am a vision of madness
I, I am the end complete
With a sickening display I portray all your problems
Pure lunacy, A mirror of society
 
Oh morbus operandi - invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery
Hypocritical congregation - an obnoxious freakshow for the mentally bizarre
 
Extermination policies for the weak and poor
We embrace our very end with the greatest amour
 
Gluttonous we keep devouring more
Moth to a flame, brainless necrovores
Epitome of the insane, we beg for more
 
Enter the Opera
 
Gluttonous we keep devouring more
Moth to a flame, brainless necrovores
Epitome of the insane, we beg for more
 
Enter the Opera
 
Gray matter rot, a voracious plot
No voice of reason, it pertains to treason
We adore a generation of idiots
Damned and doomed we embrace it like fools
No thought or reason, fill our heads with feces
Gray matter rot, a voracious plot
No thought or reason, fill our heads with feces