xxMichaelxx
01/01/04, 12:41 AM
this is a song about my x-girlfriend, so eat this up Sam
Cellar Door
The message flies through the phonelines
strewn randomly across the autumn sky
Sometime around 9:30 last night
I solved my problems once and for all
The next day at school, try to act suprised
try to realize that i was just another casualty
in this perpetual war of love
gaze as rumors instantly spread like a disease
infecting/affecting the souls of the ones i never knew
try to push it out of your mind that
you had the power to stop all of this
in the week that follows, with each smile hollowed
remember me for all of my valor no one ever saw
reclude in remorse as you resume your return to
the often traveled path of apathy
if you choose to cleanse your soul you will already know
that the magic has already died long before me
but listen to your dreams, they could mean something
This mouring brought the tomb of light to life
wrap yourself in these comforting metaphors
and just push this question to the back of your mind
each insicion in my arm is a muffled screaming mouth
sympathetic to the cause of my perpetual war of love
if you want to talk about it, im here for you
unless of course it involves more casualties
We all stand in the shadow of a Communist theory
one death is a tragedy
but a million is a statistic
Cellar Door
The message flies through the phonelines
strewn randomly across the autumn sky
Sometime around 9:30 last night
I solved my problems once and for all
The next day at school, try to act suprised
try to realize that i was just another casualty
in this perpetual war of love
gaze as rumors instantly spread like a disease
infecting/affecting the souls of the ones i never knew
try to push it out of your mind that
you had the power to stop all of this
in the week that follows, with each smile hollowed
remember me for all of my valor no one ever saw
reclude in remorse as you resume your return to
the often traveled path of apathy
if you choose to cleanse your soul you will already know
that the magic has already died long before me
but listen to your dreams, they could mean something
This mouring brought the tomb of light to life
wrap yourself in these comforting metaphors
and just push this question to the back of your mind
each insicion in my arm is a muffled screaming mouth
sympathetic to the cause of my perpetual war of love
if you want to talk about it, im here for you
unless of course it involves more casualties
We all stand in the shadow of a Communist theory
one death is a tragedy
but a million is a statistic