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Me
Havn't thought of one



Fighting other men,
For land, for land,
While I turn to sand,
While I turn to sand. Life is but a dream,
Drifting on a stream, a stream,
Consciously it seems, All of what remains,
Despite our ego brain,
Love after it rains,
Ego brain,
Love after it rains. You see my pain is real,
Watch my world dissolve,
And pretend that none of us see the Fall,
As I turn to sand,
You took me by the hand,
And declared, that love prevails over all. All of what remains,
Despite our ego brain,
Love after it rains,
Ego brain, love after it rains, You see my pain is real,
Watch my world dissolve,
And pretend that none of us see the Fall,
As I turn to sand,
You took me by the hand,
And declared, that love prevails over all. Love after it rains. Life is but a dream,
Drifting on a stream, a stream,
Consciously it seems, All of what remains,
Despite our ego brain,
Love after it rains,
Ego brain,
Love after it rains. You see my pain is real,
Watch my world dissolve,
And pretend that none of us see the Fall,
As I turn to sand,
You took me by the hand,
And declared, that love prevails over all. I am just a man,
Fighting other men,
For land, for land,
While I turn to sand,
In spite of the pain,
Ego Brain,
Turns to Shame,
Shame, Love after it rains, You see my pain is real,
Watch my world dissolve,
And pretend that none of us see the Fall,
As I turn to sand,
You took me by the hand,
And declared, that love prevails over all. All of what remains,
Ego Brain,
Turns to Shame,
Shame, Love after it rains, You see my pain is real,
Watch my world dissolve,
And pretend that none of us see the Fall,
As I turn to sand,
You took me by the hand,
And declared, that love prevails over all.

IN KEEPING SECRETS OF SILENT EARHT:3 BY COHEED AND CAMBRIA

A BROAD INCISIOIN SITS ACROSS THE EVENING
THE VICTIM TO OUR FATHER'S LOST WAR
THE RESTLESS CHILDREN SIT AND MOURN THE GRAVES
OF THOSE THEY'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE
WILL THEY BE BURIED HERE AMONG THE DEAD?
IN THE SILENT SECRET

THE PIONEERS
IN DEALING WITH IT THEY MARCH FOR DAWN...OF WILL AND WORTHY
THE TRUTH BE TOLD THE CHILD WAS BORN...

MAN YOUR OWN JACKHAMMER
MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS
WE'LL HAVE YOU DEAD PRETTY SOON
SINCERELY WRITTEN FROM MY BROTHER'S BLOOD MACHINE
MAN YOUR OWN BATTLE STATIONI
WE'LL HAVE YOU HOME PRETTY SOON

AWAKE THROUGH MOTION
WITH CURIOSITY TO CURTAIN YOUR FIRST MOVE
OVER ARMS LENGTH THEY'LL BREAK PROTOCOL
JEALOUS ENVY FOR THE YOUNGEST ONE
TO BE THE HERO IS ALL II'LL ASK
CAN I BE BURIED HERE AMONG THE DEAD, WITH ROOM TO HONOR ME HERE IN THE END?
YOU'LL BE BETTER OFF TOO SOON
YOU'LL BE BETTER OFF WHEN YOU GET HOME

FOR YOU
I'D DO ANYTHING JUST TO MAKE YOU HAPPY, HEAR YOU TELL ME THAT YOU'RE PROUD OF ME
FOR THEM.
I'D KILL ANYTHING CUT THE THROATS OF BABIES FOR THEM BREAK THEIR HEARTS FOR THEY WERE THEM.
WAITING FOR YOU TO SAY...I LOVE YOUTOO

THE NAVIGATOR
THE PILOT
HER FAVORITE
THE ONE THEY CALL THE VISION THAT BARES GIFT

WILL
DO THE CHILDREN REALLY UNDERSTAND THE THINGS YOU DID TO THEM
AND WHY OH WHY...
SHOULD THEY CONJURE UP THE WILL FOR YOU MY LOVE I WOULD KILL HIM

IN THE SEVENTH TURNING HOUR
SHOULD THE VICTIMS SHADOW FALL
WILL THE IRONY GROW HUNGRY?
WILL VICTORY AND ALL THEY SOUGHT FOR
WE WERE ONE AMONG THE FENCE
ONE AMONG THE FENCE

It could be ten, but then again, I can't remember half an hour since a quarter to four.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me with my jaw on the floor.

Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,

here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of the reserve.
Now through lines of the cheap venetian blinds your car is pulling off of the curb.

Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,

here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony, but Jesus, when it rains how it pours.
Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa, and you leave me, yeah, you leave me.

Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh here it goes again.

I should have known, should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.


here it goes again - ok go

oh mrs. o
will you tell us where the naughty children go
will you show
how the sky turned white and everybody froze
heaven knows how they got into the fireplace
but everybody's saying grace
and trying to keep a happy face

and oh mrs. o
can you teach us how to keep from getting cold
out we go and you watch us as we face the falling snow
what a show with our hairdryers aimed heavenwards
and fifty foot extension cords
you really have a way with words

the truth can't save you now
the sky is falling down
watch the vultures count the hours
april trains may bring strange showers

and oh mrs. o
will you tell about the time they made you go
all alone to the palace where they took your only clothes
we all know
there's no hell and no hiroshima
chernobyl was a cover up
the world is really all in love

oh mrs o
will you leave us hanging now that we are grown
up and old
will you kill me if i say i told you so
we all know
ther'es no hitler and no holocaust
no winter and no santa clause
and yes virginia all because
the truth cant save you now
the sky is falling down
eveything they ever told us
shakes our faith and breaks their promise
but you can stop the truth from leaking
if you never stop believing......

Mrs. O - the dresden dolls

Its a silent murder
Its a grave that sings your song
Its a quiet failure
Its the one that makes you strong

We are heading down
A long, empty road
We pass lost souls
Blinded by the cold

Watch the fire burn out
Watch the curtains slowly close
Waiting on the final words
Your heart already knows

We are heading down
A long, empty road
We pass lost souls
Blinded by the cold
(By the cold)

Its a silent murder
Its a grave that sings your song

T.T I love this song.

tis a good song, to be sure

Yay GO EMO SONG