brokenbirthday

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number number_11 by brokenbirthday

Probably a little dark for a "Happy Halloween!", but whaddya gonna do? LYRICS Seventeen and in your bed let's say clean; let's say red All that talk; what you said "Passion's gone. Love is dead." I have no substance, anyone can see these words are like pennies; useless and cheap I'll take your time with a song And sell your soul for skin and bone If I can't sleep I'll take your home You may be cold but you will never be alone I am your lover. I am not your friend I built you this castle with blood, sweat, and sand You are just paper on which I compose lies I feed fire to demons and kill to survive I want to tell you how much you mean My own makeshift Saint of suffering In your blood I taste your dreams So I reach inside and take it all for me

*Thanks to Hednisk for yelling so wonderfully The lock is out of key and I can't break it anymore At least the first fear you see ain't the only river to ford And I'm breaking my knees, it's not a forward stride It's me bending over backwards just to find a place to hide 'Cause I'm a coward in the deep, I can't take the patient drive My skin is so worn thin that all my thoughts are on the wrong side And I'll never be the man that all my fathers worked to be Because their blood is in the sand, while mine is screaming through its teeth A self-decieving pillar, your statues on the rise But even it couldn't dream of filling a god hole your size Does that make you feel distended? Does it make you swell with pride? When your victims are all swooning? Willing sheep to the "victimized" "We'll protect your precious ego! We'll leave their faults exposed! Then we'll take all the hate they spew and send it back ten fold!" There's tragedy in tearing down a house to build a home But parody in pulling down the rubble to smash your own It's almost like I can't see the coast It's almost like we were never here at all

Broken and dull blade on hot skin, no close shave I'm shaking for something else to give But life is not a victory march into the shade The sun is all-consuming above buried kith and kin One more life One more time If only love was free Out of the night that covers me I stumble forward breathing deep the ashes of my enemies and friends And on the nightmares horsemen ride, pillaging what's left of life devouring the young, and turning grey once and (youthful/useful) men *Credit to Cohen and Henley where due.

I've thrown away all the stones you gave me in hopes I'll float back to the top. And I can see the light, it beckons me down deeper, but dear Lord, I want to breathe.