CellarGhosts
03/11/07, 04:16 PM
Notes: I do have music for this one, and a melody, so yeah, it's going down on the list of songs I have/will have recorded but am hesitant to post due to my inhumanly off-pitch singing voice.
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Pissing On the Proverbial Grave
We burn this candle at both ends, we roam these haunted caves
Lighting up the chambers, and sleeping in these graves
With the wick burning, the light is so bright but sure not to last
It won't be long before all hope is gone
And our brittle, shaking fingers will be encased in wax
...Oh, yeah, it's sure to never really last
[Chorus]
Sentiments douse me in gasoline and pile on oily rags
Man, pontification can sure be a fucking drag
I'll hold out, and hope for some kind of miracle to occur
While the wind outside howls it's haunting dirge
We ran through puddles and tore through the trees
Came face to face with confliction and desperate pleas
And the sun's sleeping, while we walk the streams
Drenching ourselves in bright hopes and dreams
[Chorus]
Sentiments douse me in water and blood
Better be careful when falling in love
I'll hold out, and hope for some kind of miracle to arrive
Help pick you up, make you want to be alive
Again...alive, again
[Outro]
We're stirred from our carefree slumber
And we're too far gone to be saved
You're hanging by a thread now, looking down
And you're pissing on your own goddamn grave
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No, it isn't about suicide haha. Though it might seem that way. It's actually about watching your friends/loved ones go through depression and begin to change, or self-destruct, so to speak.
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Pissing On the Proverbial Grave
We burn this candle at both ends, we roam these haunted caves
Lighting up the chambers, and sleeping in these graves
With the wick burning, the light is so bright but sure not to last
It won't be long before all hope is gone
And our brittle, shaking fingers will be encased in wax
...Oh, yeah, it's sure to never really last
[Chorus]
Sentiments douse me in gasoline and pile on oily rags
Man, pontification can sure be a fucking drag
I'll hold out, and hope for some kind of miracle to occur
While the wind outside howls it's haunting dirge
We ran through puddles and tore through the trees
Came face to face with confliction and desperate pleas
And the sun's sleeping, while we walk the streams
Drenching ourselves in bright hopes and dreams
[Chorus]
Sentiments douse me in water and blood
Better be careful when falling in love
I'll hold out, and hope for some kind of miracle to arrive
Help pick you up, make you want to be alive
Again...alive, again
[Outro]
We're stirred from our carefree slumber
And we're too far gone to be saved
You're hanging by a thread now, looking down
And you're pissing on your own goddamn grave
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No, it isn't about suicide haha. Though it might seem that way. It's actually about watching your friends/loved ones go through depression and begin to change, or self-destruct, so to speak.