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Posted by Memo on Aug 14, 2016 20:55:40 GMT -6
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Aug 9, 2017 15:44:55 GMT -6
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We are the ones who will never be broken
With our final breath, we'll fight to the death
We are soldiers
We are soldiers A keyboard, set up in the corner of the Sanctuary's open living area. It's real
No matter what you're doing
Everybody feels it too
Yeah, 'cuz I
Know what it feels
To break down An idle singer, fingers striped and daubed and dancing over the keys with whatever muse inspired him for the moment. There's a million reasons lives get shaken
Each one hurts the same
It's getting hard to tell what's breaking,
The picture or the frame. His fingers paused, then went back and repeated a few notes. I am the strange, the disarranged
I am possessed, the second guess
I am disease, I am the treatment
The secrets are spoken: we are the broken.
Every second, wasted worry falls away unsaved
Try to empty out the madness, tomorrow do the same Words words words! His fingers and his ears remembered the notes, but his throat didn't remember the shapes of the sounds. Why nooowwwww he just wanted to play for a while and sing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone out to play his keyboard. He couldn't afford to travel to his usual open-mic bars and cafes anymore, so his keyboard had been gathering some dust. Well, its case had. It was safe when it was in its case, and it was in its case when he wasn't playing it. Our names won't be remembered
If we die trampled flowers
I refuse to be forgotten
Written off as less than worthless
Scream and cry, but none will hear you
Leaning back, but none will help you
You no longer live as cattle
Will you rise, and join the battle? If he had noticed that the songs that kept flicking through his attention and vocal chords happened to be mildly... revolutionary, he had completely forgotten, but he was enjoying the mood. I am the worst, I am the worst nightmare
I am the worst, I am the worst nightmare
If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you
You would never sing along
Cast them out 'cuz this is our culture
These new flocks are nothing but vultures
They say we are what we are
But we don't have to be
I'm bad behaviour
But I do in the best way
I'll be the watcher
Of the eternal flame
I'll be your guard dog
Of all your fever dreams |
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