Lycanthrope by +44
I wake up at the end of a long dark lonely year
It's bringing out the worst in me
I hear your voice start breaking in fear
When the lights go down
And I still feel you looking over my shoulder
Your sinking guilt and approaching nightmare
And I know none of us will survive
Because I know everything
And my dear I need you to move a little faster
This second counts as the rest of your life
Your final word and an itchy finger
Then it's taken away
And we'll be beaten down without mercy or meaning
I turn my face to a careless skyline
I'm searching hard for a sign from heaven
But they've forgotten me here
You can just stop talking I get it
(I hear your silence loud and clear)
I know it's barely a thought, but it'll see us through
I'm only setting you free so just let it happen
(Just let it happen, no need to fear)
Yeah you can just stop talking, I get it
Sex, fuck and flourescent lighting
A hollow point on an angry bullet
We're on the teeth of a crocadile
We're in the mouth of a gun
And sometimes at night I feel I'm just a broken vessel
An instrument with a darker purpose
I'm at the throat of the young and the helpless
Beause they've got nothing to say
You can just stop talking I get it
(I hear your silence loud and clear)
I know its barely a thought, but it'll see us through
I'm only setting you free so just let it happen
(Just let it happen, no need to fear)
You can just stop talking I get it
It's weird sometimes how you can go back to some of your favourite songs, only after a few years do they really mean something to you or you can really relate to them.
In other news, I had to stay home sick from work yesterday, but got paid anyway! Suckers.
- Nate
I wake up at the end of a long dark lonely year
It's bringing out the worst in me
I hear your voice start breaking in fear
When the lights go down
And I still feel you looking over my shoulder
Your sinking guilt and approaching nightmare
And I know none of us will survive
Because I know everything
And my dear I need you to move a little faster
This second counts as the rest of your life
Your final word and an itchy finger
Then it's taken away
And we'll be beaten down without mercy or meaning
I turn my face to a careless skyline
I'm searching hard for a sign from heaven
But they've forgotten me here
You can just stop talking I get it
(I hear your silence loud and clear)
I know it's barely a thought, but it'll see us through
I'm only setting you free so just let it happen
(Just let it happen, no need to fear)
Yeah you can just stop talking, I get it
Sex, fuck and flourescent lighting
A hollow point on an angry bullet
We're on the teeth of a crocadile
We're in the mouth of a gun
And sometimes at night I feel I'm just a broken vessel
An instrument with a darker purpose
I'm at the throat of the young and the helpless
Beause they've got nothing to say
You can just stop talking I get it
(I hear your silence loud and clear)
I know its barely a thought, but it'll see us through
I'm only setting you free so just let it happen
(Just let it happen, no need to fear)
You can just stop talking I get it
It's weird sometimes how you can go back to some of your favourite songs, only after a few years do they really mean something to you or you can really relate to them.
In other news, I had to stay home sick from work yesterday, but got paid anyway! Suckers.
- Nate
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stereorodeo:
Heheh. I didn't miss that at all. Just didn't have much to add to that. Although, I'll add now that I've got the same thing going with Blink's "All Of This" f. Robert Smith and "The Ponytail Parades" by Emery. Every time I hear either of those songs, even years later, I still get into an emotional state I have trouble admitting to in front of other males.
stereorodeo:
By the way... your beard makes me jealous.