Funeral for a friend - roses for the end
Just to say we're sorry,
For the black eyes and bleeding lips.
And it's hard to forget
How many lies we've told.
Or how old we'd grow,
Before I said goodbye.
So let's scrape our knees on the playground.
It's not your fault,
You feel okay.
It's too late in the day.
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed.
You can't come out to play.
I never listened to a word you never said.
I never listened to a word you never said.
Wasting the hours now,
We're all suckers for tragedies.
And start this over again,
And you bring us to our knees.
As sunrise comes,
And the story will sell,
A few hundred papers,
So we'll follow you up.
It's not your fault,
You feel okay.
It's too late in the day.
It's not your fault,
You feel betrayed.
You can't come out to play.
I never listened to a word you never said.
I never listened to a word you never said.
So raise your hands up high,
And let this rain pour on.
So raise your hands up high,
And wash us away.
Like innocence and childbirth,
You look just like your mother
And you look just like your father.
Forgive him our father,
Your son is smiling,
So lay roses around you.
another song by tristania, called selling out
Am I alive?
Feels like dying
Down, down
Fists are striking me
It gets so dark
Or are my eyes blinded?
Down, down
Boots are kicking me
The coward, the sinner, the thief
The liar, the misfit, the creep
I'm running out of
Steps to walk
Of air to breathe
And words to talk
I'm running out of
Noise to make
Of jokes to tell
And hearts to break
For days burned and frozen lies
The years that passed me by
The child in me just died
The scars in me will never heal
An overdose of nothingness
My visions are for sale
I'm selling out
am alive
But always falling
Down, down
I hear voices calling me
The coward, the sinner, the thief
I am alive
Kind of wasted
Down, down
Hands are reaching me
The coward, the sinner, the thief
The liar, the misfit, the creep
I'm running out of
Dreams to dream
Of tears to spend
And screams to scream
I'm running out of life again
Smothering...
Turning into dust
Crushed Dreams by tristania
You choke a scream
Crushing a dream
Made the scheme real
Show this sinner your precious god
Lift the blame off my shoulders
With a simple thought
Show me life's pleasure
And how it is caught
Not just the air I breathe
Or the dream I forgot...
The last smile
The last word
It's time to face the final outcome
The pagan
The godless deeds
Fall...
Deep...
Your vacuum made complete
Exterminate...
Eradicate...
Preparing for death
Awaiting the light to shine on us
Wishing the sun to fall down on our heads
Show us the joy in the world that we're living in
Turn our dreams into sin
Your first breath
The far tolls
It's you these bells were made to call for
The pagan
The godless deeds
Crawl...
Deep...
The last hypocrisy
Walk the path
The shining path
Lift this prayer to heaven's heights
Feed my mind with the most glorious thoughts
Sacrificing all my dreams
For this I will serve and honour to death
Or do I just fear the tyrant's wrath
Ever noticed...that everyone around you is in a couple and half the time you're stuck with them and you feel in the way, even though they say you're not you know you are, they just don't want to hurt you're feelings, they don't really notice what's happening, they just seem to forget that you're right there, while they're at it constantly, *sighs* what's the point? they make you so jealous that you don't have that, you don't have someone there beside you to hug you or make you smile, to make you feel speacil and so loved, and you start to think that you'll never have that, never that you'll be alone for the rest of you're life, from there you except it, and you start planning out you're house, with the room for the cats, so then you're loved by them only because they know that you give them food, then you die by your self and no-one finds you and the cats get hungry and they start to eat you, the perfect existance of you're life, and yet in this no-one notices that you're hurting inside, that you're crying infront of them, but their too diluted with their own sex drives that they don't fucking care, you want to tell them what's wrong but you can't tell them, you can't tell them you're feelings cause you're scared that they'll turn round and say that you're just being silly, and that half way through talking to them they ignore you...what type of friends are they? and you can say the same for me, i should be happy for them, and i am, and i know that they have to get time by themselves and i give them it....but it's hurts and they can't see it