Angstier
07/31/06, 08:04 PM
well i'm back. i got bant and here's some more lyrics for my band.
I'll Never Be Able to Kill You Again, So Let's Make this One Worthy
The figure eight crumbles into a mess in my mouth. The taste is there. The function could never be this true. When I Defined the Great Line, I realized I was only Chasing Safety. And as if you knew this you flew away from me and everything. Because without you this dream would only be just that a dream. Well, who am I kidding. I fucking hate you and everything you put me through and if you don't stop now this burning paper airplane will come crashing through your thought process.
(Chorus)
Teenage massacre nothing ever gets this bad!
Dogs eating everything they can...
Teenage massacre nothing ever gets this bad!
A giant giant eating a crab!
Tony comes in with a bullet wound through his gut. "Get me the hell out of here, but do it in a small amount of time!!" Everything happens for a reason. You'll never understand that. You'll only understand what you think is justice and courage. But courage only comes through a single frail fragment.
(Chorus)
Fighting through this world, there's no escape. Teeth ignite a filthy rage. Something you can't stop is something you'll never need.
I'm Lost Without Graham's Pretentious Lectures of Snookerness
My rage develops in my Heart. MY fists envelope into postage stamps. The postage never comes. But if you wanted to know the truth, then why did you say you didn't? Honestly there was no way to know. The big old dustcloud in the sky won't tell me anything and since Underoath are crackheads I don't know where to go anymore. Please stand up and cry out in my bloody revolted tears. There's noway anything would be possible without another one of these damn lectures you've given me a million times. But PLEASE if only you would listen and not rampage out with your nasty words. PLEASE if you would only just take the time and get on your skooter instead of wasting precious gas. And PLEASE if only you wouldn't kill those little baby deer I might just come near. THIS rage bottled up inside can go nowhere but out. SCREAMING: SO STOP RIGHT NOW AND LAY EVERYTHING DOWN AND REALIZE THAT YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO RIDES THE BUS TO WORK!
Graham Listens to Radiohead
Vines creep around the back of my neck. This metaphorical game of Life and Death is only making you look worse. This volcano's coming and it's not gonna let you LIVE. That fresh fruit that grew out of your neck was not very tasty. It tasted like filth. In a way filth is all that you are. But also in a way filth is everything you're not. Filth is the thing that grows inside you're back and tells you to never talk like that. Pictures of crystals align my view. But if only my view was aligned with you. Something might come out this this way. But anyway nothing will come out of this that you won't understand. Becuase you dropped out of school in the sixth grade. So if I used a strong vocabulary you would have no idea what I'm talking about. And if my vocabulary was as strong as Vin Diesel's fist your brain would look like a bowl of melted strawberry jam that tastes like sour hamstrings. And if you're talk only makes me madder then why don't I just rattle your brains fatter. And the merchandise you buy only makes you smell worse. And the Easter eggs you continue to choke down only continues to make your lungs hurt. And the Ignorance you continue to give out only will keep up your bellyaches. French toast will never let you in. The only way you'll be allowed in is if you're on the mother fucking guest list.
I'll Never Be Able to Kill You Again, So Let's Make this One Worthy
The figure eight crumbles into a mess in my mouth. The taste is there. The function could never be this true. When I Defined the Great Line, I realized I was only Chasing Safety. And as if you knew this you flew away from me and everything. Because without you this dream would only be just that a dream. Well, who am I kidding. I fucking hate you and everything you put me through and if you don't stop now this burning paper airplane will come crashing through your thought process.
(Chorus)
Teenage massacre nothing ever gets this bad!
Dogs eating everything they can...
Teenage massacre nothing ever gets this bad!
A giant giant eating a crab!
Tony comes in with a bullet wound through his gut. "Get me the hell out of here, but do it in a small amount of time!!" Everything happens for a reason. You'll never understand that. You'll only understand what you think is justice and courage. But courage only comes through a single frail fragment.
(Chorus)
Fighting through this world, there's no escape. Teeth ignite a filthy rage. Something you can't stop is something you'll never need.
I'm Lost Without Graham's Pretentious Lectures of Snookerness
My rage develops in my Heart. MY fists envelope into postage stamps. The postage never comes. But if you wanted to know the truth, then why did you say you didn't? Honestly there was no way to know. The big old dustcloud in the sky won't tell me anything and since Underoath are crackheads I don't know where to go anymore. Please stand up and cry out in my bloody revolted tears. There's noway anything would be possible without another one of these damn lectures you've given me a million times. But PLEASE if only you would listen and not rampage out with your nasty words. PLEASE if you would only just take the time and get on your skooter instead of wasting precious gas. And PLEASE if only you wouldn't kill those little baby deer I might just come near. THIS rage bottled up inside can go nowhere but out. SCREAMING: SO STOP RIGHT NOW AND LAY EVERYTHING DOWN AND REALIZE THAT YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO RIDES THE BUS TO WORK!
Graham Listens to Radiohead
Vines creep around the back of my neck. This metaphorical game of Life and Death is only making you look worse. This volcano's coming and it's not gonna let you LIVE. That fresh fruit that grew out of your neck was not very tasty. It tasted like filth. In a way filth is all that you are. But also in a way filth is everything you're not. Filth is the thing that grows inside you're back and tells you to never talk like that. Pictures of crystals align my view. But if only my view was aligned with you. Something might come out this this way. But anyway nothing will come out of this that you won't understand. Becuase you dropped out of school in the sixth grade. So if I used a strong vocabulary you would have no idea what I'm talking about. And if my vocabulary was as strong as Vin Diesel's fist your brain would look like a bowl of melted strawberry jam that tastes like sour hamstrings. And if you're talk only makes me madder then why don't I just rattle your brains fatter. And the merchandise you buy only makes you smell worse. And the Easter eggs you continue to choke down only continues to make your lungs hurt. And the Ignorance you continue to give out only will keep up your bellyaches. French toast will never let you in. The only way you'll be allowed in is if you're on the mother fucking guest list.