This Day And Age- long walk home

finding myself in a place i've never been
where i don't know myself or anyone else
i can dream about the past or i can just let it go
i lost track of time five days ago
what is it about you that makes me want to stay?
is it all the love or is it just the pain?
i'm running in circles,
it's you i'm thinking of
and if you don't want to talk then this isn't love
a new destination, i'll say my goodbyes
with my back turned to you at least i know we tried

Snot- the box

behind the tired eyes
the tears go uncried

Sanctus Real- i'm not alright

I'm not alright
I'm broken inside,
b.r.o.k.e.n inside
and all i go through
it leads me to you,
it leads me to you

Sanctus Real- alone

Two hearts entwined, yes, you are mine
And I'll be yours forever
I've done the math, I'm less than half
We're better off t.o.g.e.t.h.e.r
And I want you here by my side
As much as you are on my mind

Red Jumpsuit Apparatus- your guardian angel

Seasons are changing
And waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow l o n g e r and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one

I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Cause you're my, you're my, my true love, my whole heart
Please don't throw that away

Queen- somebody to love

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry

Most Precious Blood- temporary solution to a permanent problem

Atrophied minds, easy survival
No wants, no needs
Their hands on their Bible
Work for the worn, safe place for the sane
A place for lies unveiled, mistakes made plain
I w.a.i.t while the world wakes...

...Take the holy out of war and what's left to fight for?

Most Precious Blood- so typical my heart

no need to cut me open,
i died of a b.r.o.k.e.n heart,
ashen grey and cold

Most Precious Blood- narcoleptic sleepwalker

Cut out my tongue to STOP the screaming
Its human nature to keep on dreaming
Magnifying just to see less
S.e.w.n together until s e a m l e s s

Most Precious Blood- mad as the march hare

There's nothing left
Growing fears
Sleep for years
Wake in tears
I'm on the edge

Most Precious Blood- it runs in the blood

Let go
Test the limits of desire
Let go
Penetrate to play with fire
Faceless names in nameless places
Of hope we only find traces
Fuck your addiction
You're not the only one it's killing
Black ink failed
Dry well
Well dry
Will try
Will try not to fail
I know how this will end
Every scar has a story
No guts, no glory

Most Precious Blood- heroes and conspiracies

Would you grant me one final kiss?
Impaled on the sharpest thorn, these are my wrists.
Here we are,
Face to face.
Without a clue of what to say.
Alone at last no questions asked.
Another secret to my game.
Now that it's gone was it ever that at all?

Most Precious Blood- the great red shift

Don't lie to me and say you'd die for me
What would you die for?

Most Precious Blood- damage control freak

Are we alive or are we all just w.a.i.t.i.n.g to die?

Most Precious Blood- collusionist

Dare I still feel with all of my heart
Am I the last of my kind
The fool for whom this lesson foes unlearned
Those who attempt to touch fire get b.u.r.n.e.d

May this sting in your heat
Live as long as you do
A painful reminder
Of all that we've been through

Most Precious Blood- and the band played on

What it once meant
Still means a lot to me
With or without you
I still dare to breathe

Maria Mena- you're the only one

I said I've never seen anyone look so dumb before
And you laughed and said “I still know how to turn you on though”

Jonatha Brooke- linger

Who Said That Love Would Linger
Who Said That Love Would Last
When We Cannot Seize The Moment
But We Will Not Leave The Past

John Ralston- gone, gone, gone

If p a r t e d by a river that was running deep and w.i.d.e,
I’d build a boat to get to you or else I’d drink it dry.
Could fill it back up right now as the tears
f
a
l
l from my eyes.
And you are gone, gone, gone.

Cursive- lament of pretty baby

I don't want to be seen as a pretty thing
'Cause it's the pretty things that we're always b.r.e.a.k.i.n.g...

And now she whispers into the mirror:
I'm broken.

and next time my name's about to roll off your tongue,

i hope you choke on it.