OveriseFan
05/26/06, 11:42 AM
If anyone finds this good they should be done up the ass.
Woah-uh-oh-oh
Woah-uh-oh-oh
Consider this the letter that has
Waited for days inside your box
That resides within your mind…
You’ve always cared too much for
The illustrious, the Super Stars
So go ahead and hang yourself
With the microphone he spats his words through
Oh, oh, oh, wait, did you think that this song went out to you?
And though the scene is center stage
I'm stealing glances to the right wing.
Tonight
I hope you didn’t
Think that it was finished when you left the room…
Tonight
I hope you know…
That this is never over until our bloody masses are on the floor.
Cut! End scene.
You’re all that will be left on the
Cutting room floor.
And though the spotlight is upon us
I am standing off to the right wing.
Tonight
I hope you didn’t
Think that it was finished when you left the room…
Tonight
I hope you know…
That this is never over until our bloody masses are on the floor.
And this whole attempt again
(It’s so pointless | Why bother with words?)
It could never match up to your voice
(So fill up this cup)
With all my vices and bad luck
And watch as it all ends…
We’ll watch as you fall down.
Anti-depressants meet the American Dream.
The stereo plays the misery.
The playwrights sing new hymns.
Where did we ever go wrong?
Woah-uh-oh-oh
Woah-uh-oh-oh
Consider this the letter that has
Waited for days inside your box
That resides within your mind…
You’ve always cared too much for
The illustrious, the Super Stars
So go ahead and hang yourself
With the microphone he spats his words through
Oh, oh, oh, wait, did you think that this song went out to you?
And though the scene is center stage
I'm stealing glances to the right wing.
Tonight
I hope you didn’t
Think that it was finished when you left the room…
Tonight
I hope you know…
That this is never over until our bloody masses are on the floor.
Cut! End scene.
You’re all that will be left on the
Cutting room floor.
And though the spotlight is upon us
I am standing off to the right wing.
Tonight
I hope you didn’t
Think that it was finished when you left the room…
Tonight
I hope you know…
That this is never over until our bloody masses are on the floor.
And this whole attempt again
(It’s so pointless | Why bother with words?)
It could never match up to your voice
(So fill up this cup)
With all my vices and bad luck
And watch as it all ends…
We’ll watch as you fall down.
Anti-depressants meet the American Dream.
The stereo plays the misery.
The playwrights sing new hymns.
Where did we ever go wrong?