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One for the Angels
03:33
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I found out you were living happily
With a man you’d only known for like 2 weeks
As I made our bed, thinking heavily
Wondering why you weren’t home
Should have at least half expected it
But I fooled around and let it come to this
It seems to me your skin let the wrong one in
I just failed to shake her out
This isn’t like me
You can’t say the same
God knows you’ve never slept on a bed you can’t break
But you’d never tell from the grin on my face
We’re both calling this love
But inside I can’t shake that you’re lying
Perfectly still
No real person could ever sleep that good in hell
And I’m trying
But doubting you will
A pitch for the angels
And you still couldn’t sell
If you ask me why I lie awake
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While I Lie Awake
05:06
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Don't say you are leaving. You're already gone. A ghost, posed as you, now resides in our home. She tells me she loves me, among other lies. She sleeps in our bed on your side. I lie awake 'cause she is not my wife.
That ring on your finger was not tight enough to keep you here with me, depending on love. And, on some nights, the bottle seems as if it's breathing and singing "What More Could Go Wrong?".
It's cold and we don't even speak about why you are not who you claimed to be. It's time she packed all of your things and moved away. 'Cause we don't even speak about why you are not who you claimed to be. Oh, God, is this hell? My God, this is hell, isn't it?
Isn't it?
It's cold and we don't even speak about why you are not who you claimed to be. It's time she packed all of your things and moved away. 'Cause we don't even speak about why you are not who you claimed to be. Oh, God, is this hell? My God, this is hell, isn't it?
This isn't love.
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Tired Teeth
06:38
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Take my tired teeth, I don't need them anymore. I've been using them for all the wrong reasons. Take my eyes off you shaking in your "summer skin". I'm feeling sick, who knows it, could be from "the season".
I pray to god that you're taking care of yourself. I'll make it quick, I know that you're growing tired. Your hands are on the door, your eyes are on the steering wheel. If I'd have known that this drive would be the death of me.
It took a lot to figure out that "love is not about the things you give, but the things that you give up". It makes me think about the things that I'd have changed. Too little, too late, I guess it's not enough. It's never enough. Drape my skin over telephone wire. I've done this to myself, I did this to myself.
Draw your eyes down on me, I'm tearing out my lungs just to breathe. Take it slow, you've got to make it home. Come back to me. Come back to me.
Take these empty words, they're all that's left of me. I've exhausted all of my second chances. I'm feeling old wrapped in all of this weathered skin. You're growing sick, I know, from all of the motions. Take this heart back from the pavement, this empty body doesn't need it anymore. These empty sockets will bear witness to this wreck of a man that I've become.
Draw your eyes down on me, I'm tearing out my lungs just to breathe. Take it slow, you've got to make it home. Come back to me. Come back to me. Hold it steady, you've got to make it home. Go back to sleep. Come back to me.
I hope tonight that you can get some rest, because all the words I have won't go away. I'm an awful man with these fickle, trembling hands. In the end, I guess, I'll always hurt myself. Every word I said, I swear I meant it, but god knows that I'm a liar and a thief. The moment's gone now all that's left to breathe is take these battered hands and "Please forgive me for the man that I have been."
Oh god, look what I've done. Just look at the man I've become. It's sickening to look at who I've been. Now I don't deserve the chance to love again.
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Interlude
01:58
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5. |
Stoneheart
04:52
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Why should I believe a word you ever said to me?
When every time I spoke, you weren't listening.
I gave my soul, but you don't even care.
You gave your heart but there was nothing there.
How could I not see it coming from a mile away?
And I believed that you might even want to stay.
You gave your word, and I gave everything.
I guess I should say your words mean nothing to me.
And you should see who I have become.
Oh, my hands are frail and broken, going numb.
And my heart is filled with songs gone unsung.
And I've grown old, searching for a song in this stone.
You made my life hell.
And you made me hurt someone else.
Dig until your hands bleed.
You'll find me where you deserve to be.
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Though you are six feet beneath us now, I swear that I can hear you breathe. It sounds so sweet, almost like a song you used to sing, “...I’m afraid, I’m afraid.” So, what is the distance between heaven and the blood in your brain? Which one is taking you away?
If my body is merely a vessel for a soul, then why do I feel meaning in these bones?
Now as you lie safe inside the ground beneath our feet, we were wrong to think that you were ever ours to keep. So, we made a place for you deep inside our chests for you to grow...
You see, I once dreamt I was there the day you died, watching as they carried you away. It was all so real and some nights I can’t sit still for the sound of the sirens echoing through my head, knowing that they are all for you.
Now as you lie safe inside the ground beneath our feet, we were wrong to think that you were ever ours to keep. So, we made a place for you deep inside our chests for you to grow and breathe and live again.
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Nicholas
05:32
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The ground began to shake beneath
My already trembling knees
The earth spun out from underneath my feet
That day is always haunting me
Remember when we sat upstairs in your bedroom that day?
16 years old and the last year we’d be the same age
We played your Les Paul and we listened to Alice In Chains
The same day that you introduced me to Killswitch Engage
Now, I’m trying to fixate on the darkness I’ve been hiding
Just to bring these words to light
Because I’ve been lying for years that I’m alright
I’m seeing now (Look at me now)
It’s obvious (I’m breaking down)
He must be taking all of the precious ones first (from the resurrected thoughts to the lost words pouring out)
But, Nicholas, you’re still with us (Oh, Nicholas, Nicholas)
Some things cannot be buried (We still love you just as much)
Some things death cannot touch (14 years and this still hurts)
“No farewell words were spoken
No time to say goodbye
You were gone before we knew it
And only god knows why
Our hearts still ache in sadness
And secret tears still flow
But now we know you want us
To mourn for you no more”
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nine:thirty-seven
06:44
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Something that should be beneath me now whispers my name from the dark. With means to inhabit my body and evict the warmth from my heart. We walk through my dreams when I sleep and relive my first seven weeks. I'm reminded I'm not who I began to be all because of one unfortunate thing.
At least let us know our own fathers before you take them from our lives. Of all other bones you could cling to, why did you have to choose mine? Don't think I can't recall the night that I fell apart. I remember it so vividly. Those steady hands gathering all but my eyes, so I could watch as you buried every other piece of me.
And all of the sudden, I open my eyes, and I'm standing on "old 35". I'm left speaking only in questions and exhaling only in sighs. Did you bury this heart in my chest as punishment? It's scary that maybe I just haven't done what I deserved all of this for, yet. And, when I finally finish digging, will I be staring at myself?
I wish I were someone or something else.
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Pass through the Earth and into the stars, everyone leaves a little less lost.
Oh, Holy Ghost. Oh, Heavenly Host. Please let me dig my own grave.
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