Understanding In a Crash
11-12-2004, 10:56 PM
Cliche post-EMO at it's best. :upset:
A Dish That Savors of Curry
My voice is the gun that is sitting on your desk
This time I wasn't wearing a bullet proof vest.
Swift and silent, resound is the last thing going through my head.
The bullets were yours, recycled out of despair.
Penetrated and concentrated… right where it counts.
Count down to blast off, this is where it hurts.
I'll never get to finish what I didn't start
You could call the countdown from where it burns…
In your eye's this is still my fault
But you could teach me anything through fall.
Don't worry babe, the operator said everything will be okay
A new theory is in the process of clearing the way,
It's the art of self destruction, drying up the hate in me.
Every single day is my new sense of living
Prepare, rinse, and dry
But your never so willing.
Each morning is a new chance of gain but one that is never taken..
Who will know now if the night will be left shaking?
Please protect her with all of her tears
I couldn't protect myself after all of these years.
I'll never get to finish what I didn't start
You could call the countdown from where it burns…
In your eye's this is still my fault
But you could teach me anything through fall.
Don't worry babe, the operator said everything will be okay
A new theory is in the process of clearing the way,
It's the art of self destruction, drying up the hate in me.
Simple arts and crafts… time may expire
He'll cut out paper hearts and send them sealed with desire.
It makes you remember that your heart is a home
But outside of the window is saying "Sorry we're closed"
Face down was the way he could only face you
He didn't know what he could do for you..
And he never could just embrace you…
Time has run dry from an hourglass
With time as a guide to our forgotten past.
I'll never get to finish what I didn't start
You could call the countdown from where it burns…
In your eye's this is still my fault
But you could teach me anything through fall.
Don't worry babe, the operator said everything will be okay
A new theory is in the process of clearing the way,
It's the art of self destruction, drying up the hate in me.
"I love you's" never looked so beautiful
Black ink has always failed us…
Red ink has dried on paper
Written with hope and savor
Ignorance has won this battle
And now tonight it's over
Goodbye… too late, so swift
I'll always love her.
A Dish That Savors of Curry
My voice is the gun that is sitting on your desk
This time I wasn't wearing a bullet proof vest.
Swift and silent, resound is the last thing going through my head.
The bullets were yours, recycled out of despair.
Penetrated and concentrated… right where it counts.
Count down to blast off, this is where it hurts.
I'll never get to finish what I didn't start
You could call the countdown from where it burns…
In your eye's this is still my fault
But you could teach me anything through fall.
Don't worry babe, the operator said everything will be okay
A new theory is in the process of clearing the way,
It's the art of self destruction, drying up the hate in me.
Every single day is my new sense of living
Prepare, rinse, and dry
But your never so willing.
Each morning is a new chance of gain but one that is never taken..
Who will know now if the night will be left shaking?
Please protect her with all of her tears
I couldn't protect myself after all of these years.
I'll never get to finish what I didn't start
You could call the countdown from where it burns…
In your eye's this is still my fault
But you could teach me anything through fall.
Don't worry babe, the operator said everything will be okay
A new theory is in the process of clearing the way,
It's the art of self destruction, drying up the hate in me.
Simple arts and crafts… time may expire
He'll cut out paper hearts and send them sealed with desire.
It makes you remember that your heart is a home
But outside of the window is saying "Sorry we're closed"
Face down was the way he could only face you
He didn't know what he could do for you..
And he never could just embrace you…
Time has run dry from an hourglass
With time as a guide to our forgotten past.
I'll never get to finish what I didn't start
You could call the countdown from where it burns…
In your eye's this is still my fault
But you could teach me anything through fall.
Don't worry babe, the operator said everything will be okay
A new theory is in the process of clearing the way,
It's the art of self destruction, drying up the hate in me.
"I love you's" never looked so beautiful
Black ink has always failed us…
Red ink has dried on paper
Written with hope and savor
Ignorance has won this battle
And now tonight it's over
Goodbye… too late, so swift
I'll always love her.