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Post by Shadow on Nov 8, 2008 12:35:51 GMT -5
"Second Chance"
My eyes are open wide And by the way, I made it Through the day I watched the world outside By the way, I'm leaving out Today
I just saw Hayley's comet Shooting Said why you always running In place? Even the man in the Moon disappeared Somewhere in the Stratosphere
Tell my mother, Tell my father I've done the best I can To make them realise This is my life I hope they understand I'm not angry, I'm just saying... Sometimes goodbye Is a second chance
Please don't cry One tear for me I'm not afraid of What I have to say This is my one and Only voice So listen close, it's Only for today
I just saw Hayley's comet Shooting Said why you always running In place? Even the man in the Moon disappeared Somewhere in the Stratosphere
Tell my mother, Tell my father I've done the best I can To make them realise This is my life I hope they understand I'm not angry, I'm just saying... Sometimes goodbye Is a second chance
Here's my chance This is my chance
Tell my mother, Tell my father I've done the best I can To make them realise This is my life I hope they understand I'm not angry, I'm just saying... Sometimes goodbye Is a second chance
Sometimes goodbye Is a second chance
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Post by Shadow on Nov 9, 2008 11:18:58 GMT -5
So I got their newest CD Sound of Madness last night. It's awsome. ;D
"Sound Of Madness"
Yeah, I get it, You're an outcast. Always under attack. Always coming in last, Bringing up the past. No one owes you anything. I think you need a shotgun blast, A kick in the ***, So paranoid. . . Watch your back!!
Oh my, here we go...
Another lose cannon gone bi-polar Slipped down, couldn't get much lower. Quicksand's got no sense of humor. I'm still laughing like he**. You think that by crying to me Feeling so sorry that I'm gonna believe, You've been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your medicine.
I created the Sound of Madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here, To explain, That the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality, If there's an afterlife, Then it'll set you free. But I'm not gonna part the seas You're a self-fulfilling prophecy. You think that crying to me, Feeling so sorry that I'm gonna believe, You've been infected by a social disease. Well, then take your medicine.
I created the Sound of Madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here, To explain, That the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
I created the Sound of Madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here, To explain, That the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up... When you gonna wake up and fight...
I created the Sound of Madness. Wrote the book on pain. Somehow I'm still here, To explain, That the darkest hour never comes in the night. You can sleep with a gun. When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
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